Berkeley Hills

In high school, I was the bubbly cheerleader and he was the quiet debate guy I didn't even know existed. But Blake Fulton made me believe in love after just one day.Two weeks after my dad died, I was spiraling out of control and my friends had gone AWOL. Blake had never spoken to me before, but suddenly he was there. We ditched school, he bought me a burger, he made me laugh. And he kissed me better than any of those football guys ever did.Then he ghosted me and broke my heart.Fifteen years later, he's back in my life. He wants to apologize and explain. He wants to prove he's a better man now.All I want is to resist.But there's something about him… the way his gorgeous gray eyes see me like I'm the only woman in the room, the way he ignites a fire that burns only for him, the way he knows what I need even before I do. I could fall for him all over again. I've never believed in second chances.Will he be the one to change my mind? Second Chance at Us is part of the Berkeley Hills series. Each book features one of the feisty Finley siblings and can be read as a STANDALONE novel. Stacy Travis writes contemporary romance novels with strong female characters and the men who love them for their badassery. She fuels her writing with coffee, pretzels, and prodigious amounts of cheese. When she's not on a deadline, she's in running shoes complaining that all roads seem to go uphill. Or on the couch with a margarita. Or fangirling at a soccer game. Stacy lives in Los Angeles with her husband, two sons and a poorly-trained rescue dog who hoards socks.

When serious, logical Owen Miller walks into my cafe after the worst break-up in the history of public, mortifying break-ups, I can only think of one thing to do… so I kiss him.Is it a mistake? Yes. Do I regret it? Not really. Sure, I know friends aren't supposed to kiss. And sourdough bakers with designs on a San Francisco bread empire aren't supposed to manhandle their customers.It's a rebound, pure and simple. We both know it. And who says we can't be the first pair of friends with benefits to make it work? Or maybe it will be the disaster I should have seen coming. Yes, definitely the latter. Except that after weekends in the wine country and a tour of my bread kitchen that's all about his hot loaf, I find that the funny, sensitive, smoking hot guy is everything I've ever wanted in a soulmate. What I'm falling in love with my rebound guy? Stacy Travis writes contemporary romance novels with strong female characters and the men who love them for their badassery. She fuels her writing with coffee, pretzels, and prodigious amounts of cheese. When she's not on a deadline, she's in running shoes complaining that all roads seem to go uphill. Or on the couch with a margarita. Or fangirling at a soccer game. Stacy lives in Los Angeles with her husband, two sons and a poorly-trained rescue dog who hoards socks.

When I move to small town Carolwood, I don't expect to run into a hot-as-sin firefighter with smoldering gray eyes and eight-pack abs. Literally. With my car. Doesn't help matters that Braden Michaels is my brother's best friend. And my new roommate. He's too busy putting out blazes and igniting them in the hearts of women to pay much attention to me. I'm just here for work-six months of nerding out at a world-renowned science lab, then going home to a nice promotion and the boring men in my comfort zone. I'm not here for a rescue fantasy, a fire station pole dance, or a romantic walk in a vineyard. I'm certainly not here to fall in love. Until one earth-shattering night when we collide in a ball of white-hot sparks, and everything changes. We're no longer just roommates. I don't know what we are. But edging open Braden's complicated heart knocks something loose in mine. All my plans and scientific facts start to pale in comparison with feelings I can't control. My time here has an expiration date and neither one of us wants to get hurt. Rushing into a burning building seems less risky than chasing the spark between us. Maybe it's smarter to walk away. Or maybe I've found the one reason to stay. Do opposites attract or are we playing with fire? The Spark Between Us is Sarah and Braden's story in the Berkeley Hills series and is an opposites attract STANDALONE novel. Stacy Travis writes contemporary romance novels with strong female characters and the men who love them for their badassery. She fuels her writing with coffee, pretzels, and prodigious amounts of cheese. When she's not on a deadline, she's in running shoes complaining that all roads seem to go uphill. Or on the couch with a margarita. Or fangirling at a soccer game. Stacy lives in Los Angeles with her husband, two sons and a poorly-trained rescue dog who hoards socks.

I need a fake date to my brother's wedding, and billionaire Charlie Walgrove owns a tux. Simple, right? He's also my sister's boss, and I agree to let her set me up with the awkward genius, who apparently has even less luck in the dating game than a struggling artist, aka me. We're total opposites, but the date goes okay. We agree to be friends, the kind who won't become lovers. Famous last words. On a series of "friend dates" involving bar snacks, acrylic paint and hedgehogs, I discover that Charlie is nothing like what I expected. Under his hoodie and glasses, he's handsome and down-to-earth, stuck in a job he hates and afraid to disappoint people by walking away. His heart is as gorgeous as his hidden face. I've always felt like the flaky sister in my family, but Charlie sees me as the artist I want to be. As our friendship deepens, so do my feelings for him. Maybe I'm even falling in love. But gambling with my heart feels dangerous when all my relationships end in failure–especially if he's only looking for a friend. Is it only princesses that get a Happily Ever After? Or is there hope for a hot mess like me? No Match for Her is a STANDALONE friends-to-lovers, opposites-attract romance. It is part of the Berkeley Hills series. Stacy Travis writes contemporary romance novels with strong female characters and the men who love them for their badassery. She fuels her writing with coffee, pretzels, and prodigious amounts of cheese. When she's not on a deadline, she's in running shoes complaining that all roads seem to go uphill. Or on the couch with a margarita. Or fangirling at a soccer game. Stacy lives in Los Angeles with her husband, two sons and a poorly-trained rescue dog who hoards socks.