Buttercup Hill

A small-town, surprise pregnancy, hockey romance You know what they say-when things start to come together, life throws you a curveball. Well, in this case…a hockey puck. Ten years ago, we were college sweethearts. Until Dominick (Ren) Renaldi decided the grass was greener playing pro hockey in Canada. I moved on-made my mark as a designer. I run two restaurants and an inn at our family winery, Buttercup Hill. Nothing is missing. Nothing at all. Then Ren struts into my small town, a reminder of a broken heart I locked in the past. Okay, yes, this responsible, type A girl could really use a wild night of scorchin' hot fun, and Ren, with his penetrating eyes and easy charm, is all too happy to deliver-grownup style. Imagine my surprise when I see a little pink plus sign a few weeks later. I'm not looking for love, especially with a guy who's walked away once. And Ren's serious about his career, so he will walk away. Besides, I'm not the kind of woman who traps a man with a surprise baby. But when our shared history and a certain little growing bean brings us close again, I discover the real reason Ren left-and why he's back. I find myself starting to like my baby daddy and the man he became. But what if I love him, too? Love You Too is a steamy standalone hockey romance in the Buttercup Hill series, where the men are as hot as the wine country sun. It's packed with banter, swoon, and a HEA. 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.

He's a storm cloud, a grouchy winemaker in a rec league hockey jersey. I'm a rom-com princess, the persistent ray of sunshine he never saw coming. I used to believe in love-the kind that makes your heart race like the last scene of a movie, where the music swells…and the guy chases after the girl after he ruins everything. But real life is different. I learned that the hard way-one unanswered text, one almost-love at a time. So, I filled my world with little joys that don't require a man. A shelf full of paperbacks, novelty coffee mugs, nerdy facts about winemaking. And yet, the one thing I've always known is that I want to be a mom. I've completed the adoption forms and propped up my social media image with a fairy tale story worthy of America's sweetheart. All I need to do is convince the courts that I'll make a good parent. I'm so close to the life I want, even if it's not a rom-com dream. And then Archer Corbett shows up. Not in some grand or dramatic way-no rain-soaked confession or well-timed orchestral swell. Just a guy, standing there, looking at me like I'm the plot twist he never expected. Archer hates small talk, fake smiles, and anything that feels like hope. He's weighted down by the obligations of running the family winery and following in the footsteps of his father, a man whose work never left time for his kids. So Archer is adamant that he'll never have kids of his own. But I'm not sure this grump is beyond hope. Not when he lifts the hem of my skirt so I don't trip on it. Not when being with him feels this good. Suddenly, I'm gripped with that feeling again-the one I tried so hard to ignore. Like maybe, just maybe, love is still worth believing in. Love You Always is a standalone romance with a HEA, and it's book 5 in the Buttercup 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.