“Happy book birthday!” I love typing those words š
Tiny House, Big Reveal is my 17th published romance book (we don’t talk about the unpublished ones) and the second book in my new Tiny Houses, Second Chances Series, and I’m thrilled to share Mason and Sara’s adorable lost & found again love story with you!
Yes, the “big reveal” is a nod to HGTV. Are you a fan?
And yes, renovation and new beginnings are huge themes in this sweet/spicy story of rekindled love.
The Tiny Houses, Second Chances series in in KU, now called Kindle Plus, which means you can read the e-book for FREE as part of your KU subscription.
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Seeing him again upends my almost-perfect life.
Mason and I have unfinished business and dangerous chemistry, but Iām engaged, for cripesā sake! Instead of fantasizing about what we once had, I need to get my hot-mess sister back on her feet and hurry home before temptation wrecks my relationship and my dream job.
And I almost pull it off, until the bomb drops: thanks to a City Hall snafu, weāre technically still married.
Ten years later, the one I tried to forget tumbles back into my life.
Sara was my first and only love, but I was too young and clueless to be the man she needed.
Now fate has dropped her on my doorstep. Iāve got just two weeks to prove I can be the husband she deserves. If I fail, Iāll lose her forever.
Come to Pinevale, Washington, for a heartfelt, slow-burn, second-chance romance where the houses are tiny, but the passion is huge!
This author does not use AI programs in any part of her writing and editing process. Thank you for supporting real authors!
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Here’s Sara’s first on-page glimpse of the husband she (thinks she) divorced ten years ago:
Leaving them to hammer out the details, I return to the picnic table where I left my beer. Iām going to need it to wash away all this drama.
Iām mid-chug when a cheer goes up.
āMan of the hour!ā
āWelcome home, bro.ā
āMase, Mase, Mase.ā
I splutter, coughing until beer drips out of my nose. And when I straighten up, there he is, silhouetted in the doorway of the third tiny house, beaming like some backwoods sun god. His sandy hair is longer, shaggier, his beard fuller and darker, his shoulders even broader than I remembered, but thereās no mistaking that unforgettable face.
He grabs the beer Zax hands him and raises it high. āTo the best friends a guy could have.ā
Heās rumpled and sweaty and so beautiful my heart aches. Golden twilight glows in his river-green eyes. Once, I thought those eyes outshone the stars. And when I said goodbye, I watched their light flicker and die.
Regret coils around me, squeezing so hard I can barely breathe.
I should never have come here. What was I thinking? I shouldāve asked my friends in California, or Oregon, orā
A short-haired woman hollers, āNext time I need the bar painted, your ass better be there with a brush and a bucket.ā
āYes, maāam.ā He snaps a salute and jogs down the stairs, his movements as graceful as everāuntil he spots me and skids to a stop, his jaw slack, his eyes wide.
I canāt look away. I canāt breathe.
After a long, heart-pounding moment, he finally croaks, āSara?ā
Learn more about Mason & Sara’s Second-Chance Love Story!