Everyone knows you should
never say never.
Cooper Moore never saw Maggie Williams coming. She was just his best
friend’s little sister, the curly-haired, freckle-faced girl from Mississippi who was absolutely off limits.
And he never thought about her any other way — not until he saw her that night, broken and brave.
From that moment on, he knew he’d do whatever it took to protect her, even if it meant he had to stay
Maggie never expected to find her fiancé banging her maid of honor an
hour before she was set to walk down the aisle, but life’s funny that way. The only option to save her
sanity is to get the hell out of Jackson and move to New York where her brother lives. The only
downside: Cooper is there too. And she just doesn’t know if she can stay away from him — the filthy
rich, dead sexy playboy who’s allergic to commitment.
The second Maggie sees him again, she realizes he’ll be impossible to
resist. Luckily, commitment is the last thing on her mind, and Cooper is the perfect escape. As long as
she can keep her heart in check, everything will be just fine. Because she can never have feelings for
him. Or at least that’s what she’ll keep telling herself.
Chaser is a standalone romantic comedy and book 2 of the Bad Habits
Cooper grabbed me by the hips and dragged me to the end of the bed where
he knelt. I gasped — somehow, I was completely naked, but he was fully clothed, smiling up the line of
my body, that crooked smile of his that made my insides turn into mush. My thighs rested against his
shoulders, and his eyes were smoldering hot, locked onto mine as he closed his lips over me and sucked.
That’s what I tried to say, at least, but I think it sounded more like Humuguh.
Not that Cooper needed clarification. His eyes closed, dark lashes against his cheeks, fingers digging into
my hips as he licked and sucked, sending tremors up my thighs when he moaned softly against me. My
eyes slammed shut, and my chin pointed at the ceiling as my fingers twisted in his dark hair. Within
seconds, I was rocking against him with my heart doing its best to escape my ribs and the rest of my
body begging him to keep going.
He broke away. I cracked my lids, which weighed about seven pounds each,
and glanced down at him. His face was turned toward the closed bedroom door, with alarm written in
And then I heard the front door close.
Cooper looked back at me, blue eyes wide, and we stared at each other for
one stunned second before bursting into action. I rolled out of bed with wobbly knees, and he stood,
scanning the room for a place to hide.
Here’s the problem: No one knew Cooper and I were hooking up.
Here’s the bigger problem: My brother, West, might actually kill Cooper if he
Staci has been a lot of things up to this point in her life — a graphic
designer, an entrepreneur, a seamstress, a clothing and handbag designer, a waitress. Can’t forget that.
She’s also been a mom; she has three little girls who are sure to grow up to break a number of hearts.
She’s been a wife; even though she’s certainly not the cleanest, or the best cook. She’s also super, duper
fun at a party, especially if she’s been drinking whiskey. Her favorite word starts with f and ends with
From roots in Houston, to a seven year stint in Southern California, Staci
and her family ended up settling somewhere in between and equally north, in Denver. They are new
enough that snow is still magical. When she’s not writing, she’s sleeping, gaming, or designing