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Audio Release!

Holding You is now live in audio!

Narrated by: Vanessa Moyen

Bachelor and self-professed adrenaline junkie Quinten Cohen has no interest in hugging trees or driving hybrid cars. He’s accustomed to the finer things in life, the best that money can buy. That is … until he nearly runs over Addy Brecken while she’s basking in the sun in the middle of the street.

Addy’s one of Milwaukee’s most talented chefs and a staunch environmentalist with a breathtaking view of Lake Michigan. When she’s not hula hooping or tending to her herbs, she’s counting breaths and trying to forget her past.

After her near accident with Quinn, Addy can’t shake him and his relentless attempts to gain her affection. Several heated encounters later, Addy finds herself propositioning Quinn for the one thing she never imagined needing—sex.

When anger, jealousy, and love seep into their relationship, Addy accidentally exposes a secret, and Quinn discovers he’s playing out of his league.

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Releasing: January 23, 2025


The Apple Tree is a single dad, standalone romance in the Sunday Morning series!

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Sunday Morning is LIVE!

A small-town, forbidden, standalone, new adult romance with Footloose meets A Star is Born vibes from USA Today & Wall Street Journal Bestselling author Jewel E. Ann

Her boyfriend’s older brother should be off-limits, but he’s a sinful temptation.

Sarah is a preacher’s daughter and a people pleaser. She’s also on the verge of graduating high school and following her dream of singing in Nashville. The only thing standing in her way is that the entire town of Devil’s Head, Missouri, thinks she will marry Matt, the son of the town’s richest rancher.

But Sarah’s not sure he’s her future husband, especially when his older brother, Isaac, returns home after serving six years in the Army. He has tattoos on his arms and bad habits that are not “father-approved.”

When he’s not working on the ranch or roping at the rodeo, Isaac hangs out in the barn, playing his guitar. He’s trouble, but Sarah's music-loving heart gravitates toward him.

Isaac loves consuming Sarah’s mind, crawling under her skin, backing her into corners, and whispering inappropriate things in her innocent ears.

After weeks of playful banter and guitar lessons blurring the line between right and wrong, Issac makes Sarah a proposition she can’t refuse.

But when the unthinkable happens, and everything she knows is destroyed, will Sarah make the right choice?


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One is Available in AUDIO!

Narrated by: Samantha Summers & Vincent Skye


From USA Today & Wall Street Journal Bestselling Author Jewel E. Ann, comes a heart-warming, second-chance romance.

Lake Jones has the perfect job, an addiction to binge-watching Netflix, and the world’s ugliest cat. She’s also a bit sexually-frustrated.

Until …

Fate bestows a breath of mercy upon her in the form of Minnesota’s NFL starting quarterback. But this gift is no stranger. Lake met Cage Monaghan three years earlier.

It was one day.

One moment.

One kiss that resurrected her dreams of finding love.

His dimpled smile distracts from his imperfections, which include: a love for country music, fishing, a fan club of fawning women, and public scrutiny.

It’s starting to seem like, yet again, it’s the wrong time for their story.

But when life finally gives them their chance, the chapter they write will be one wild ride.

One is a standalone novel in the highly acclaimed Jack & Jill Series.

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WHAT LOVERS DO
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Looking for your next laugh-out-loud read? For a limited time, my rom-com What Lovers Do is just 99¢! Grab your copy now, curl up, and enjoy this hilarious, heartwarming ride for less than a dollar!

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Blurb:
From bestselling author Jewel E. Ann comes a hilarious secret lovers story that redefines the meaning of friendship.

Shep’s found the female version of himself … and he thinks she’s perfect—perfectly unavailable.

Everyone loves Shep, the charismatic employee at Scottsdale’s newest pet store. He has shared custody of his two dogs with his annoying ex-wife and a smile that can disarm most women.

Except … Dr. Sophie Ryan.

What starts out as a disastrous first meeting, involving a coffee catastrophe and mistaken flirting, turns into an unconventional friendship.

Fake phone sex.

Dog park dates.

And eighteen holes of golf.

The problem? Sophie’s taken herself out of the dating pool for a mysterious reason, imprisoning Shep in the friend zone for eternity.

As their competitive personalities hit a boiling point, the gloves come off and so do their clothes. When Sophie’s “real” life threatens their relationship, can Shep let go of his past to chase the one that might get away?

Audio Releases!

Perfectly Adequate is now live in audio!

Narrated by: Sienna Voss & Max Meyers

Dorothy Mayhem is a nursing student, patient transporter, reckless driver, and emu owner. She knows she isn’t like other girls. Neurotypical people are nothing if not predictable, though, and that’s why she has made a hobby of studying their behavior through books and TV.

It helps her fit in with her peers when she can emulate them.

But nothing can prepare her for Dr. Elijah Hawkins.

He’s a single dad. A brilliant pediatric oncologist. Widely agreed to be the sexiest doctor at the hospital. And entirely unpredictable.

Though getting to know the man behind the chiseled features and top-notch reputation would be her pleasure, Dorothy misunderstands one attempt after another to ask her out. Instead of dates with Elijah, she finds herself on a series of playdates with his son.

Roman is cute, sweet, and brings her unexpectedly closer to his father every day.

Dorothy Mayhem is about to find out that the only thing more unpredictable than a child—is love.

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Scarlet Stone by Jewel E. Ann is now live in audio!


Narrated by: Annie Worthington & Jameson Adams


She is a third-generation thief. He is the law. Now, they are roommates. Who will survive?

Scarlet Stone has everything: a doting fiancé, a spacious London flat, and a legitimate job offer. In a single breath, everything becomes nothing, and she finds herself on a plane to Savannah, Georgia in search of the meaning of life.

After securing a six-month lease for a beachfront house on Tybee Island, Scarlet changes the way she looks, thinks, eats—basically her entire outlook on life. She needs peace, but what she gets is a housemate who looks like Thor, acts like a warden, and smells her proximity like a bloodhound.

Theodore Reed is a carpenter and perfectionist with a body built of steel, a black, hollow heart, and a hunger for revenge. He doesn't like company, girly-smelling crap, and British accents.

He resents every breath she takes. She's fascinated by his every move. In time, they discover their coexistence is toxic, their physical attraction is electric, the secrets they keep mean the difference between life and death, and the only truth they share is that everything is a lie.

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New Covers!

🧡❤️ALL-NEW COVERS❤️🧡

The 10-Year-Anniversary Editions are here!!! Can you believe it was 10 years ago this month that I published Undeniably You?! Now the Montgomery Sisters have gorgeous new covers courtesy of Sarah Hansen at Okay Creations and I have super special editions of them up for preorder on my website.
You can grab these new illustrated covers in ebook and paperback on Amazon but only my website will have the Special Anniversary Editions.

Here is what makes the Anniversary Editions so special:
💋“Anniversary Edition” Annotation on Cover
💋Matte cover with Diamond 3D Clear Coat title - makes the text shiny and pretty
💋Unique back cover design with a quote from the book instead of a blurb
💋Special edition interior chapter heading art
💋Signed by me😘

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Sunday Morning - Chapter One

It was Easter morning when the devil sat in the back pew of my dad’s church. I stood front and center in the choir, singing the last line of “Great is Thy Faithfulness.” I barely recognized him until his gaze locked with mine, and he smirked.

Isaac Cory enlisted in the service six years earlier because his dad threatened to shoot him after a little scuffle with police that arose from impregnating the football coach’s daughter and driving her two hours north of Devil’s Head, Missouri, to a Planned Parenthood.

Danielle Harvey got around. I was twelve then, but I remember overhearing Dad tell my mom that Danielle needed to close her knees. It took a couple of years before I made that connection. After all, my mom used to tell me to close my knees when I wore a dress without tights. Mom later gossiped to Sandy, our neighbor down the way, that Isaac was equally as guilty.

So after Coach Harvey called the police and threatened to kill Isaac, Wesley Cory grabbed his shotgun and led his oldest son to the barn for what he called a coming to Jesus moment. Right after graduation, Isaac enlisted.

“Praise the Lord,” Dad said as the choir sat along the three rows of wood benches that creaked like the old wood flooring. “Let us pray.”

The congregation all bowed their heads—except Isaac. He unwrapped a Cadbury Creme Egg and took a bite. The white fondant dripped down his chin.

I snorted, smacking a hand over my mouth. Keeping my chin tucked to my chest, I shifted my gaze to my dad, Pastor Jacobson. He scowled at me while thanking God for sacrificing His Son for our sins. I feared he might sacrifice me next, so I pinched my eyes shut and folded my hands in my lap, squeezing so tightly that my fingers felt numb.

By the time the congregation echoed my dad’s “Amen,” Isaac had finished the egg and wiped his chin clean.

“Is that Matt’s brother?” my best friend Heather leaned over and whispered in my ear. Her breath smelled like the fruity jellybeans she’d been sneaking between songs.

It was a reprieve from the usual smell of musky hymnals and burning candles.

“I think so,” I said through clenched teeth and a fake smile.

Isaac used to have long, black hair, a pack of cigarettes in his pocket, and an ear that he pierced himself. He and his friends formed a band in high school. My dad called their music an abomination to God.

And if I recall correctly, that might have been their official band name.

Isaac now had buzzed hair, no earrings, broad shoulders, and a chiseled jawline. He’d become a man in every sense of the word.

During the rest of the sermon, Heather nudged me with her elbow, then her knee, and sometimes she tapped my shoe with hers.

We’d known each other since kindergarten, so she didn’t have to say a word. I knew what every poke and jab meant— my boyfriend’s older brother was hot.

“Have a blessed rest of your Easter,” Dad said, looking like a Ken doll with his pearly smile and coiffed blond waves. He shifted his blue eyes toward the choir, our cue to stand and lead everyone with the closing hymn, “It Is Well With My Soul.”

Minutes later, the choir hung their red robes in the back closet next to my dad’s office, which smelled like instant coffee. I joined my parents and two younger sisters, Eve and Gabriella, at the altar before we exited the church together as we did every Sunday. Matt and his family waited at the bottom of the church stairs because we’d been invited to their house for Easter dinner.

My boyfriend looked handsome in his Sunday best: a navy suit, white shirt, and a Robin’s egg blue tie. His dirty blond hair was coarse and wavy, like his mother’s, whereas Isaac looked exactly like his dad Wesley—tan skin, dark hair, and deep brown eyes that could bring even the strongest person to shake in their boots.

“Happy Easter, Sarah,” Matt’s mom Violet hugged me. “You look so pretty.” She released me, smoothing her hands down my long blond hair to my white cardigan over a pink sleeveless dress.

Dad insisted shoulders be covered in church, only making exceptions for brides in their wedding gowns. I assumed he figured they were on the verge of becoming women by losing their virginity because, in my father’s eyes, all brides were pure.

“Thank you,” I murmured to Violet as she combed her long nails through her feathered blond hair just as Matt took my hand.

“Isaac, you don’t look like the same boy who left here,” my dad said, shaking Isaac’s hand and eyeing his ripped jeans, dirty cowboy boots, and wrinkled white button-down with the sleeves rolled up to show the world his tattoos.

I was impressed that one was a cross. However, I think my dad focused on the snake coiled around it, and he might have read into it as yet another abomination of God.

“I’ll take that as a compliment, Pete.”

Wesley cleared his throat, giving Isaac a raised eyebrow.

Isaac tried to hide his grin, but I didn’t miss the slight upturn of his full lips despite his apology. “Sorry, Pastor Jacobson.”

My dad’s name was Peter. Most everyone called him Pastor Jacobson. My mom and grandparents called him Peter. But no one called him Pete.

I pressed my lips together to hide my amusement, and Matt narrowed his eyes at me like he didn’t understand what had me fighting a grin.

But Isaac knew, and the way he looked at me with a deviant twinkle in his eyes suggested he was doing it just for my reaction.

“Mom, can I go to Erin’s house?” Eve asked, tugging on the shoulder of my mom’s canary yellow sundress with three-quarter sleeves and her grandma’s double-string of pearls around her neck.

Mom brushed her bangs away from her face before stroking the back of her silky brown mullet. “No, Eve. We’re having dinner with the Corys.”

“But, Mom—”

“Eve,” Dad said with his signature deep tone that kept every sheep in line, and that’s all it took to end the conversation.

Eve couldn’t help but roll her big brown eyes and sigh with a grumble. She was sixteen going on twenty. I was the oldest, but not nearly as rebellious as Eve, who was supposed to be the even-keeled middle child, according to my Grandma Jacobson. My opposition to authority was more subtle.

Eve would spit out food if she didn’t like it; I’d hide mine in a napkin and give it to one of the dogs after dinner. Gabriella, however, swallowed anything with a smile. She was fourteen and the pleaser child, or so she led everyone to believe. But I knew she was just biding her time before showing our parents that she could suck the patience from them and test their faith tenfold. Never mind that she scribbled poems inside her Bible during every Sunday service while our parents thought she was diligently following the sermon and making annotations.

“Matty, you didn’t mention you were dating the preacher’s daughter,” Isaac murmured to Matt, ruffling his hair until he batted away Isaac’s hand.

“Knock it off. It doesn’t matter.” Matt released my hand and retreated from our circle, joining some of his baseball buddies in the grass along the north side of the pristine white church with a gold steeple.

Matt was a pitcher, a basketball point guard, and the homecoming king, and he was most likely to be valedictorian at our upcoming graduation.

My parents adored him because he never kept me out past curfew and always made it to church on time. He had no intention of doing more than kissing me or holding my hand, and he rarely used inappropriate language, even when adults were nowhere in earshot.

Matthew Cory was a true disciple and a real catch. I knew it, and so did everyone else.

Gabriella followed Eve to the car as my parents were pulled in the opposite direction to shake a few more hands. Before I could move, Violet and Wesley stepped aside to visit with the Vanderleests, leaving me alone with Isaac and his wandering gaze.

“You grew up,” he said while scratching his jaw.

I buttoned my cardigan with fumbling fingers. “You’ve been gone for six years; what did you expect?”

Wetting his lips, he slowly shook his head. “I don’t know, but not this.”

Embarrassment crawled up my neck in waves of stifling heat. “How was your Cadbury egg?” It wasn’t much of a comeback, but it was all I had.

“Sweet, warm, and moist. Just how I like things,” he said.

I couldn’t decide if the Army failed to help Isaac grow up or if he grew up too much. Where did sexually suggestive language fall on the spectrum of maturity?

“Funny,” I said, faking a confident grin.

“Are you and PC getting married? I bet our parents would love that.”

“PC?” I narrowed my eyes.

“Perfect Child,” Isaac replied with a wink.

I ignored his nickname for Matt, except for an eye roll before clearing my throat. “We’re still in high school. I don’t think anyone’s talking about getting married.”

That wasn’t entirely true. Our parents had dropped plenty of hints.

“We could be family,” Isaac said. “Wouldn’t that be interesting?”

“Interesting” was an interesting word, especially given how Isaac smirked.

“Hey, Sarah, want to go to Joanna’s house later? Her parents will be gone for the evening,” Heather said, looping her arm around mine and pretending to ignore Isaac.

But she was far from ignoring him, and Heather knew I wasn’t allowed to be at a friend’s house if their parents weren’t there.

“Heather, do you remember Matt’s brother Isaac?” I played along like a good friend and introduced them.

She flipped her long, curly blond hair over her shoulder, igniting the air around us with the burning scent of ammonia from her new perm. Everyone had perms except me because my mom said the chemicals would damage my hair.

Like makeup clogged my pores.

Tight jeans made me look like a sinner.

And listening to “trashy” rock and roll disappointed my father and Thy Heavenly Father.

“Totally.” Heather grinned, gripping my arm tightly. “But you probably don’t remember me.” She scrunched her nose. “I would have been like twelve or thirteen when you were a senior.”

“Sorry,” Isaac shrugged. “No recollection. But I remember Sunday Morning because Matty talked about her nonstop.”

“Sunday Morning?” Heather eyed me as if I were Isaac’s translator.

Pressing my lips together, I returned the slightest lift of my shoulders. I didn’t want to look like an idiot in front of Isaac, but I had no clue what or who he was talking about. Since he was six years older, I figured he knew more slang than I did.

“So I heard you went into the Army,” Heather said, brushing off Isaac’s cryptic comment.

“Did you now? I might have heard that too.” He was too cool. Too confident. Too everything.

Heather blushed as if Isaac were flirting with her, but when he glanced at me, I got a different, mocking vibe.

“Let’s go, Sarah,” Mom called, nodding toward the parking lot.

“I’m having dinner at Matt’s house,” I told Heather, punctuating it with a frown.

“Fine.” She tried a pouty face but failed because she was enamored with Isaac. “Nice seeing you,” she said, nervously rubbing her hands down the front of her dress.

Isaac returned a subtle “mm-hmm” while keeping his gaze on me.

As Heather moseyed in the opposite direction, I buttoned and unbuttoned the top of my cardigan at least three times. “I guess I’ll see you at your house,” I said, surveying the area. “If you see Matt, tell him I’m riding with my parents.”

Isaac nodded with his lips twisted. And when I walked a few feet away from him, he said, “Sure thing, Sunday Morning.”

I stopped and glanced over my shoulder. “I’m Sunday Morning?”

“Who else do you think Matty talked about?”

Matt and I started dating during our sophomore year, but I didn’t know he’d had a crush on me since we were twelve.

“Sunday Morning Sarah.” Isaac grins. “Matty’s first wet dream.”

I choked on my gasp and a little saliva. Isaac Cory said wet dream just beyond the front doors to my father’s church.

He put the Devil in Devil’s Head.

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I Thought of You is LIVE!

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Angsty
Tortured lead
First love
Opposites Attract
Cinnamon Roll Hero
Will They/ Won't They

I wanted to conquer the world.
She wanted to gaze at the stars.
It’s been twelve years since I last saw Scottie Rucker. A grim prognosis has upended my life, and no amount of my hard-earned money can fix it. So, after leaving a note on the nightstand, I search for my first love—I search for life.
When I find her in Austin, working at a quaint general store and living in an RV behind it, those twelve years vanish. She’s exactly how I remember her.
Scottie thinks our reunion is a small-world coincidence, and I’m not ready to tell her the truth. After we rekindle our friendship, she convinces me to work part-time at the store while she pursues her budding relationship with Koen, a welder and the grandson of a customer.
Scottie’s ability to live in the moment is exactly what I need. But how do I convince her new boyfriend that I’m not his competition? And what happens if my heart changes its mind?