Happy book birthday, Jojo & Lana!

I’m so thrilled to launch my favorite couple to date.

Really, launching a book feels a bit like sending your kids off to college. You’ve nurtured them, poured your heart into their development, then…good-bye, my lovies! Have fun, be safe, and make Mama proud.

Sweet Slow Sizzle: Bangers Tavern Romance 4 is now available on Amazon, Kobo, Barnes & Noble, Apple Books, Google Play Books, and more. Grab your copy today!

https://books2read.com/SweetSlowSizzle

Recently, someone asked if SSS is a standalone, or if the Bangers Tavern series must be read in order.

All my books are standalone stories, meaning you can jump into the series anywhere. Every book delivers a guaranteed HEA and no cliffhangers! Grr, I hate it when I get to the end of a book and discover I need to buy another book or two or three to get my HEA fix. Darling reader, I’d never do that to you.

Early reviews are rolling in!

Goodreads reviewer Elle Beauregard rated it five stars!

“This might be my favorite of the Bangers Tavern books so far! (I think I might say that in every review, but it’s the truth every time!) Sweet Slow Sizzle is like a warm blanket and a cup of hot cocoa, but the cocoa has been spiked with a healthy dose of booze and the blanket is actually a man. A big, strong, sensitive man with his heart on his sleeve, ready to take care of everything you need. (And I mean everything. 😏) Sadira’s writing is at once crisp and decadent, her descriptions perfectly lush without becoming laborious. And, as usual, her depictions of Tacoma are A+. I especially loved that Stadium High School got an appearance in this one (it made my Tacoma-local heart grin.) A perfect next installment of my favorite found-family contemporary romance series, Sweet Slow Sizzle does not disappoint.

Do you love Halloween as much as I do? It’s such a low-stress holiday. A few spooky decorations, a fun costume, a vat of candy, and you’re all set. Something about a Halloween party loosens up even the stuffiest, most uptight guests. Writing Halloween party scenes is almost as much fun as attending one…but Jojo and Lana are not enjoying Bangers’ Halloween Bash—at least, not at first. Here’s a peek:

Dawn had outdone herself with the decorations this year. Cobwebs, spiders, bats and skeletons dangled overhead. Glittery pumpkins on the tables held flickering battery-operated candles. Charlie passed with a tray of cocktails dripping with corn syrup died scarlet to look like blood.

“You okay, Jojo?” she asked, her brow rumpled in concern.

“Never better,” he lied.

As he brushed past a table, a folded cardstock sign tumbled to the floor. He picked it up and read the instructions: “To enter tonight’s mega-prize drawing, post your Halloween party pics on social media with #BangersHalloweenBash.” Lana’s work. She should be doing more of this instead of hunting for some grubby day job. If only he could make her see—

“Yoo hoo, muscle dude.” A wobbly woman waved her black-tipped fingers from the photo booth. “We’re ready for you.”

Jojo bit the inside of his cheek, hoped his grimace passed for a smile, and let the tipsy ladies deck him out in a vampire cape, devil ears, and a purple feather boa. While they posed him like a Ken doll, he spotted Lana approaching the stage. She said something to the DJ, a lanky dude wrapped up mummy-style in toilet paper, and pointed to the clock above the bar—the clock that ticked down the hours until this ordeal would end. As much as he hated letting Dawn down, coming here tonight was stupid.

Michael Jackson’s “Thriller” rang out, and tipsy partiers stampeded toward the miniscule dance floor, waving their arms like zombies and nearly knocking Lana off her feet. Jojo lurched forward instinctively, but the DJ had already pulled her up onto the low stage and out of harm’s way. Her gaze skimmed the crowd until it zeroed in on him. The sadness in her eyes stabbed him like a stiletto.

“All done, ladies?” Jojo peeled off his goofy accessories and tried to slide between dancers toward the door, but flying elbows and waving hands poked and pummeled him at every turn. Surrendering to fate, he flattened himself against the window and waited. Again, as if magnetized, his gaze found Lana’s. Aside from the night of their breakup—and of course, that awful period when she lost her parents—he’d never seen her look more miserable. And there wasn’t a damn thing he could do about it.

I promise you, their Halloween gets much, much better.

Grab your copy today! https://books2read.com/SweetSlowSizzle