Under the Wishing Tree is now available!

Hi all! I’m so happy to announce that my small-town novella, Under the Wishing Tree, is now available!

Welcome to Oakwood Hollow, where the coffee is good and the townsfolk are delightfully offbeat.

Graham Moore never intended to go to this quaint little town. But one wrong train lands him in Oakwood Hollow just as it gears up for its annual festival, celebrating a tree that is said to grant wishes. Intrigued by the legend and the beautiful-but-slightly-grumpy cafe owner, he decides to stick around for a little while longer.

Eden Mendoza has lived in Oakwood Hollow most of her life, but she might be the only person in town who doesn’t believe in the tree lore. She instead focuses on the tangible—her found family, her thriving knitting business, and, now, this charming soldier who unexpectedly comes into her cafe.

They spend only one day together, but in those few short hours, they form a connection neither can deny. But when Graham inevitably leaves, Eden is left wondering if she’ll ever see him again, or if their brief time together will become nothing but a memory.

Told through dual timelines and point-of-views, Under the Wishing Tree is a story about the magic of second chances, and the unexpected paths that lead us to where we’re meant to be. Perfect for fans of the Gilmore Girls, Lucy Score, and Sarah Addison Allen.

Available for 99¢ for a short time. Free for Kindle Unlimited.

And one more thing: FOREVERMORE: A Romance Anthology is going away forever. Buy a copy before it’s gone!

Celebrating Filipino American History Month and the one year anniversary of this amazing collaboration with a limited time sale.

From October 1 to 10, FOREVERMORE eBook is only $2.99. This is the last time you’ll be able to read it as an entire collection.

Available from your favorite etailers. One click now.

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FOREVERMORE: A FIL-AM ROMANCE ANTHOLOGY

Earlier this year, my writer friend Maida Malby reached out and asked if I wanted to join a Filipino-American romance anthology she was putting together. I don't think I could have said yes any faster. Who, in their right mind, would give up the chance to write alongside amazing Fil-Am authors? We even came up with a name for ourselves: The Kwentitas.

(If you don't speak Tagalog, to "kwento" means to tell a story and "tita" means auntie.)

My short story "Double Exposure" marks the first time I've written and completed a story since my years-long hiatus. And even though I was plagued with doubt the entire time I was writing, I couldn't be prouder of the outcome.

So, if you'd like to read some romance with a Filipino flavor, or if you just want to support the Kwentitas, please give "Forevermore" a read! The pre-order price is only $1.99!

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Arrrest Rewrite

Confession Time: I was never completely happy with Arrest. Even though I did the best I could at the time, I didn't feel like I wrote a story that did Henry and Elsie justice.

I got the rights back to Arrest last year and I could have slapped on a new cover and released Arrest as it was. But I've decided not to do that. I've decided to write a new sequel to Disarm, a completely different story tentatively titled Diverge.

With Marvel and DC opening up multiverses, I figured why not? Arrest and Surrender will exist in a completely different universe to these new stories. And, hey, you can pick which universe you'd like to read in.

For now, enjoy this vision board of the people I have in mind when writing my Henry and Elsie. 😉

Pub Day for North Star

It’s North Star’s release day and I’m feeling some type of way.

I’m excited and a little scared, like I always feel on release day. But, more than that, I just feel… relieved. I started this story back when I was procrastinating writing Arrest. It started off with one scene in the truck: a slightly awkward conversation between two minor characters from a previous series. I wondered what it would be like if Franny, the waitress, started prying into the sheriff’s business. What would she find?

It took nine years and overcoming a lot of things (severe writer’s block and a raging case of impostor syndrome being two of them), but I finally finished their story. And now I can breathe a sigh of relief because, yes, I am still capable of finishing a story.

So on this release day that's exactly what I'm doing: I'm releasing North Star into the world. And, along with it, I'm letting go of the fears and self-doubt that have held me back in the past. I have many more stories I want to tell and I hope you continue reading along with me.

A million years later...

Hi! So it’s been, what, a thousand billion years since I last updated?

I’m sorry I fell off the face of the earth for a few years. To be honest, I just suffered from severe burnout, so much that I couldn’t finish a story. Even now, I have three mostly finished manuscripts sitting in my computer that I’m still struggling to complete. I designed book covers in the interim, but I always knew I’d go back to writing one day.

I also have my rights back to Arrest, so if you’ve been unable to find it, now you know why! I’m currently revising it and will hopefully have it ready in the second half of the year.

You might have noticed that I’ve redesigned the covers for Finding West and Heading East. And that’s because I’m finally getting ready to publish North Star, the final book in the trilogy. I’ve been teasing the story of the Sheriff and the Waitress for years, and I’m finally FINALLY finishing it.

I have lots more writing planned, so stay tuned!

New Website

Hi all! Well, as you can see, I've finally (!) updated my website. I've been using Blogger for the longest time but it just wasn't working for me anymore. So here I am, with a more adult website.

If you're looking for the Time After Time fanfic, it's over in the "Extras" section, now all in one massive page.

So take a look around, make yourself comfortable. If you see any errors or if you have suggestions for improving the site, please let me know.  

ILLICIT is live!



I never meant to be the other woman…

Jake and I felt a connection the moment he walked into my life, 
an attraction both of us tried so hard to deny. Still, I found myself longing
for the very thing I couldn’t have.

I didn’t set out to fall in love with Jake. Not when he clearly wasn’t mine.

He was my mother’s.

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* Illicit is a full-length standalone novel told in five parts. 
It contains strong language and sexual content and is recommended 
for readers 18 and over. *

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AVAILABLE AT THE FOLLOWING RETAILERS:

ILLICIT: a new June Gray story

I've been teasing about my newest story for some time now. And what the hell, here's the first chapter for you!


ILLICIT
 by June Gray



 Chapter One

I never meant for it to happen, to fall in love with a man who wasn’t mine.
I was just reading on my bed one Sunday morning, completely lost in a different world, when my mom came into my room and said, “I want you to meet someone, Joss.”
I looked up from my book so fast, I almost got whiplash. “Who?”
“Jake Mitchell.”
“And who is this mysterious Jake Mitchell?” I set the open book on my chest, my interest fully piqued. My mom was a serial dater, so busy with work travel that she didn’t have time for anything more than dinner or drinks. And she certainly never had time to bring them home.
She bit her lower lip, a move that made her look younger than her forty-one years. “Just someone I’ve been seeing.”
“You’ve been seeing someone? And you want me to meet him?”
“Don’t sound so surprised.”
“Well, I am,” I said, scrambling off the bed and following her down the hall. “This is the first guy you’ve brought home since that Joe Incident.”
Nine months after the divorce with my dad was finalized, my mom had gone on a date with a man named Joe. The date had gone well so Mom invited him over to our house in Pembroke Pines, Florida, for a nightcap. I had had the unfortunate luck to walk in on them making out in the kitchen and, apparently still secretly hoping my parents would get back together, had freaked the hell out. As a result, Mom no longer brought men home and only ever mentioned them in passing, never even giving them a name.
Until today.
I didn’t know what I was expecting when I turned that corner; maybe someone with a Jersey accent who looked suspiciously like Bob Hoskins in Mario Brothers. Or maybe a debonair, silver-haired fox in a suit. But this Jake Mitchell took me completely by surprise. He was really a looker, with his short brown hair, square jaw, and the bluest eyes I’d ever seen. Nor was he wearing red overalls or a pin-striped suit. No, he was just casually put together in his dark jeans and blue button-up shirt. And he was tall, fit, and… quite a bit younger than my mom.
“Hi. You must be Jocelyn,” he said, getting up from the couch and offering his hand.
I shook it, trying to hide my surprise at the roughness of his palm. “Nice to meet you.”
He flashed me a smile that lit up his face and crinkled the corners of his eyes. “You are the spitting image of your mom.”
“Thank you. I hear that a lot.” Ever since I could remember I’d been told that I looked just like my mother. Tall and lithe, with natural honey-blonde hair and bright green eyes, Amanda Blake was the kind of effortless beauty that garnered jealousy from women and attention from men. When out together, people always assumed we were sisters rather than a woman and her twenty-year old daughter.
I glanced at Mom but her gaze was fixed firmly on her new man. I couldn’t really blame her; this guy was seriously handsome in an easygoing kind of way.
My eyes gravitated back in his direction. “Where did you two meet?”
“Blind date,” he said in his deep, slightly coarse voice, his warm gaze directed at my mother. “Our mutual friend set us up, we hit it off, and now here we are.”
“And you’ve been together how long?”
“Almost three months.”
My eyebrows shot up.
Mom noticed the look on my face and burst out laughing. “Well, don’t look so shocked. I am capable of a relationship.” She walked over to Jake and slipped her arm around his waist. “I just had to find the right man first.”
I grinned as I contemplated the pairing. Her pale skin and blonde hair was a nice contrast to his tan skin and dark features. They looked so good together I felt almost envious. Someday, I told myself, I’ll find a guy like that.
“Well, I need to get going.” Jake tucked some hair behind Mom’s ear then pressed a soft kiss on her lips. “I’ll be back tonight.”
She beamed up at him—I swear I’ve never seen her look this happy—then she uttered the words that sealed the deal, proving once and for all she was dead serious about this Jake guy: “I’m cooking steak and vegetables.”
“But you don’t cook!” I blurted out.
My mom laughed. “I will for the right man.”
He chuckled, pressing a kiss to her temple before heading to the door. “Nice to meet you, Jocelyn.”
After he left, I stared at Mom in bewilderment. To her credit, she managed to keep a straight face for a whole three seconds before the joy exploded all over her face.
“He’s a keeper, I take it?” I asked, her smile infecting me as well.
“I think so.”
“But how old is he? Like, twenty seven?”
She bit her lips together. “Thirty.”
“You cradle-robber!” I teased, pinching her side. “He’s only ten years older than me.”
She giggled—yes, my mom actually giggled—and ruffled my hair. “Honey, sometimes age is only a number, not a state of mind.” She wrapped an arm around my shoulder and leaned her head on mine. “Besides, Jake makes me feel young again.”
“Are you happy?” I asked, but one look at her gave me the answer. Her entire face glowed, her eyes bright and cheeks flushed.
She let out a sigh and squeezed me. “I am, Joss.”
I hugged her. Goodness knew, after an ugly divorce and struggling as a single parent for seven years, she deserved a little bit of happiness. “I’m happy for you, Mom.”

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Jake came back for dinner that night bearing a bouquet of roses for my mother and a smaller bouquet of daisies for me.
“You didn’t have to get me anything,” I said, lifting the flowers up to my nose anyway. I mean, daisies weren’t really all that fragrant, but it seemed like the thing to do. “Thanks. Now, can you educate the guys at my school on how to treat a woman?”
“I don’t think they’d listen to an old geezer like me,” he said with a good-natured chuckle.
I flashed him a mischievous smile over the flowers. “I wouldn’t call you old. Geezer maybe, but not old.”
He chuckled, and it was then I noticed the corners of his eyes crinkle when he’s happy.
We went out to the back patio to start setting up for dinner. Mom and I rarely dined outside as we found South Florida weather to be too humid for comfort, but I guess tonight was a special exception, frizzy hair be damned. 
“So what’s your major?” he asked, following me with the plate of raw steaks.
I bent down to turn on the gas and start the grill. “Undeclared.”
Mom joined us a few moments later with the vegetables. “If it was possible to major in reading, Joss would have a PhD by now.”
“What kind of books do you like to read?” Jake asked. “Twilight? Hunger Games?”
I shrugged. “Those were entertaining, but I go through phases. Lately I’ve been reading biographies.”
One dark eyebrow rose. “Oh?”
“Right now I’m reading about Margaret Thatcher.”
“Really.” He held out his hand, asking for the spatula. “May I?”
I handed it over and stepped aside. “Uh, sure.” I watched as he set the steaks on the grill, his entire demeanor one of self-assurance. It wasn’t his finest moment, to be sure.
“I think grilling is in every man’s DNA, don’t you agree?” he asked, glancing at me.
I almost snorted. “I read an article recently about caveman instincts that still linger today,” I said in a forced nonchalant manner. “How even the most progressive men still display latent alpha male tendencies, especially around females who are more than capable of taking care of themselves.”
He stilled, studying me for the longest time. I waited for him to back down, to apologize for taking over, but he surprised me by lifting an eyebrow. “I guess we’re not as evolved as we think. Our instincts still dictate our actions.” He held up the spatula, amusement in his eyes. “Now, how do you like your steak?”

Regular dinner at the Blake house usually consisted of me eating ramen noodles or mac and cheese in my room while mom worked. But we had a longstanding date every Sunday, when we’d go to a restaurant and spend hours catching up over dinner. I always looked forward to that time together, talking about our week, chatting away like girlfriends, and ordering way more dessert than we could ever eat. It wasn’t a traditional kind of family setup, but it was our way and we made it work.
So to have all three of us sitting together that Sunday, using the wrought iron dining set that we’d only used a handful of times, was unusual and slightly awkward.
“Jocelyn, we have something to tell you,” Mom said during the meal.
My ears perked up. She rarely ever called me by my whole name. Unless… “Is everything okay?”
Jake reached for my mom’s hand across the table and nodded for her to continue.
My heart started to thump hard in my chest. “Are you getting married?”
“No,” he said with a nervous laugh. “Nothing that monumental.”
“I’ve asked Jake to move in with us,” Mom said.
An incredulous laugh escaped from my mouth. “And that’s not monumental?”
“Joss,” Mom began. “I know it’s a bit of a surprise, but—”
“A bit! I just met him today,” I said, trying to keep my voice a few octaves below hysterics. “You just met him three months ago.”
The news worked like acid; the longer it seeped in, the more it burned. Here they were, holding hands at the table, addressing me like parents explaining something complicated to a child.
I turned to my mom with hurt in my eyes. Used to be it was the two of us against the world. Now I was the outsider, and my opinion was no longer needed when it came to life-changing decisions.
“Joss, say something,” Mom said.
I took a long sip of water, swallowing down the angry words that were threatening to spew out. I stood up, the iron chair scraping loudly against the brick patio. “I need to do my homework,” I said and left.

I heard them come in the house a half hour later, talking in hushed, muted tones. And not too long after, someone knocked on my door.
“Can I come in?” asked a deep voice that was definitely not my mother’s.
I wiped at my cheeks with the sheet and sat up. “Fine.”
The door cracked open and Jake’s concerned face peered in. He entered cautiously, casting a long look around. “Nice room.”
“I haven’t had a chance to clean it up,” I said, wishing I’d at least taken the time to put my dirty clothes in the hamper instead of throwing them in the corner of the room.
He walked over to the books piled in front of the overfilled, sagging bookshelf. I’d long ago run out of room for my books and had taken to stacking them on the floor. I was at seven teetering towers and counting.
He pulled out a book from the bookshelf and held it out. “Everyone says their favorite book is To Kill a Mockingbird, but I don’t know.”
“What? You didn’t like it?” I asked, momentarily setting aside my resentment to talk books.
“I did. It’s a good story, just not my favorite,” he said with a shrug. “In fact, I can’t really choose one favorite.”
“You like to read as well?”
He slid the book back in place and stuck his hands in his pockets. “I believe voracious is the word,” he replied. “So what’s your favorite?”
“If we base favorite on how many times I’ve read it, I’d say Jane Eyre.”
“Ah, the classic young girl falling for the older man.”
I smiled, thinking that maybe Jake had some redeeming qualities after all. At the very least, he knew a little about the classics. “So are you going to do it, then? Are you moving in with us?”
He sat on the end of my bed, oceans of blanket between us. “That depends.”
“On?”
“You.”
We locked eyes across the bed, his gaze so direct that I found myself first to look away. “Do you want to move in?”
“Yes.”
“Do you love my mom?”
He didn’t even blink. “Yes. I know three months doesn’t seem all that long, but this feels right.”
I picked at a loose thread on my blanket, at a loss for what to say.
“Jocelyn, I just want you to know, I have no plans of acting like the Big Man of the house,” he said. “I’m just here to share a life with the woman I really care about. And maybe with her daughter, if she’ll let me.”
I studied his face, looking for telltale signs of insincerity. “All right, you can move in,” I said when I saw none. “But don’t think you can leave hair all over the bathroom sink or anything.”
His eyes crinkled at the corners. “No problem.”
“You can’t hang a singing fish or anything with antlers on the wall either.”
His lips twitched. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”
“And you have to keep your books sequestered.”
He laughed, deep and rich. “Of course. Can’t have our books fraternizing.”
“It would be chaos.”
“Pandemonium.” 
Once again, our eyes locked across the room, but this time there were no expectations or disappointments between us, only the first sprouts of a growing friendship

Copyright © 2015 by June Gray. All rights reserved.

No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without permission in writing from either the author or the publisher, except by a reviewer who may quote a brief passage in a review. 

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I'm back in black!


I hit the sack. I've been too long, I'm glad to be back.




Whew, feels good to get that out of my system! Now back to business...

I guess by now you've figured out that I'm back from my publishing hiatus and I'm ready to rock and roll. I spent the last several months just spending time with family, reading, and writing at my own pace. But even with my self-imposed publishing break, I always knew I'd keep writing. Storytelling is in my blood. I feel incomplete and unproductive when I go a day without visiting my characters.

So what have I been working on? Here's what I have planned to release in 2015:

• NORTH STAR: (the third novel in the True North series). I know I teased this novel all over the place last summer, but it's almost, finally ready. It's the story of Franny, the waitress, and Drew, the sheriff of the little town in Alaska.

• ILLICIT | COMPLICIT | EXPLICIT: a trilogy of novellas about forbidden love. I can't say much about it yet but know that I've had an absolute blast writing it!

• THE UNTAMED SERIES (4 novellas in total): I know I released Untamed, the first novella, late last year then pulled it from publication a few weeks after. Unpublishing it was a tough move, and one that I didn't want to have to do, but I think it was the right choice given the circumstances. Truth was, because of holidays and birthdays, I just didn't have the time to finish the series. This time, I will make sure the whole thing is complete before publishing so that you only have to wait a week or so  between each installment.

• I'm also planning on publishing a few short novellas throughout the year, those standalone stories that capture my imagination but just aren't long enough to turn into a novel. Hopefully you enjoy those as much as I enjoy writing them.


And if you're really curious, you can take a look at my Pinterest board. There you'll see most of my story visual boards (save for a few that I'm keeping secret! ;) ).

That's it for now! Hope you're all doing well!

What's up, June?

So I've taken some time off lately, mainly to celebrate the holidays and birthdays, but also to give myself space from writing. You see, this past year has been hectic for me. All three of my Berkley books came out in the U.S., I self-published Heading East (sequel to Finding West) and the first part to the Untamed serial, and was published in two anthologies. In between, I started several stories, almost finished two or three, and my busy brain is cooking up more.

In other words, I'm a little tired.

I'm burned out on writing at lightning speed, but mostly I'm fed up with marketing and the nowhere roads it leads me. Amazon changed their algorithms due to Kindle Unlimited, which resulted in sales dropping drastically. Add to that Facebook and their new policy that only a small fraction of my friends/likes see my posts, and you've got the makings of a really sad author.

So I've decided to take a hiatus from publishing. How long, I'm not sure. But don't worry, I'll be writing in the mean time so that when I come back I will hopefully have several things ready to publish. I'll be around on social media, so I won't be gone completely. Please keep in touch. :)

I hope you all have a great holiday season.


Chapter One

So I asked my FB followers if they'd hate me if I postponed the Untamed series to start on a new project that I've been obsessing over. Most people said I should do what I wanted, to let the proverbial writing sails take me where they may.

So here is the first chapter of that (yet untitled) new series. Tell me what you think!





CHAPTER ONE

Hannah’s awake.
Logan sped down the white-tiled halls of the hospital, his heart lodged in his throat. He’d spent the past week keeping vigil by her bedside, it figured that she’d wake up from her coma the one time he actually left her side to grab some non-hospital food and a shower. On the bright side, at least she’d wake up and find her boyfriend clean.
Eight days ago, he was doing this very same thing, rushing through the hospital, though it had been under very different circumstances. Last week, the phone call he’d received from her parents had been one of utter hopelessness and despair, their voices so mangled that it had taken him a few seconds to grasp what they were saying.
“But she’s on her way home,” Logan had said, staring at the romantic spread he’d laid out on the table on the patio. For some reason, he hadn’t been able to take his eyes off the flickering flame of the candle on the table while Hannah’s dad once again tried to explain the situation.
“She was in a car accident,” Dan said. “She hit the concrete median and her car flipped.”
“But Hannah’s an excellent driver.” The flame danced around, threatening to blow out with the evening breeze as Logan struggled to hold the phone up to his ear. “What the hell?”
He didn’t know how he made it to the hospital or how he even managed to remember the floor and room number. All he could recall was walking in that small room and finding the love of his life laying on a hospital bed surrounded by various machines and tubes, her head wrapped in white gauze. As he crept closer, he saw that her normally light mocha skin was bruised all over, that her right arm was in a cast of some sort, that her chest was barely rising and falling.
“She hasn’t woken up,” Cheryl, her mom said. “She’s in a coma.”
For the very first time in his twenty-three years, Logan was completely at a loss. He had no idea what to do next. In the past, when he and Hannah would get into trouble, he’d always come up with a solution to get them out of it. Standing there at the foot of her hospital bed, grasping the metal railing tight, he had absolutely no clue how to fix her.
For the next eight days, he sat by her bed and prayed. Still, the feeling of helplessness didn’t abate because even as her bruises began to fade, she was still trapped in a place he couldn’t reach.
Now she was awake, and the rope that had wrapped itself tight around his lungs for the past week was finally loosening with each step he took to her room. He didn’t bother knocking on the door; he just turned the knob and went right inside, unable to wait a minute longer to see her.
She was sitting up, taking a sip from a cup that her mother held. Her dad stood on the other side of the bed, looking on with a strange look on his face.
Dan looked up as Logan entered the room, his expression gluing Logan’s feet where he stood.
Something was wrong, Logan could feel it in the pit of his stomach. “Hannah?”
At the sound of his voice, Hannah and her mother turned to him, but whereas Cheryl’s face held a welcoming expression, Hannah’s face was completely blank.
Hannah looked back to the woman beside her. “Who is he?” she asked in a roughened voice.
Cheryl cast a quick glance at Logan before turning back to her daughter. “He’s Logan Pierce, your boyfriend.”
It took Logan longer than it should have to piece together the information. In his mind, there was absolutely no way Hannah could ever forget him. They had been a part of each other’s lives since they were born. He couldn’t even remember a time when she didn’t exist in his life.
He stared at Hannah from across the room, unable to move. She met his eye for a few moments then turned away, looking at anything else but him.
“What’s going on?” he asked, the need for an explanation finally spurring him to move closer to the bed. God, he wanted to hold her, to kiss her and make sure she was well, but something held him back, the fear that she’d shrink away from his touch.
Logan started when Dan touched his shoulder.
“Because of the brain trauma, she is suffering from retrograde amnesia,” Dan began. “She can’t remember a thing. Not even us.”
Logan never once took his eyes off Hannah, the girl he’d loved for as long as he could remember. “How long do the doctors expect it to last?” he asked nobody in particular, though he was really expecting the answer to come from Hannah.
“They don’t know,” Cheryl said. “Could be hours. Could be months.”
“We’ll give you two some time to talk,” Dan said, walking to the door.
Cheryl gazed down at her daughter and touched her shoulder. “Will that be okay?”
Hannah nodded, still evading Logan’s gaze. “I’ll be fine.”
After her parents left, Logan came closer, his fingers grazing the blanket at the foot of the bed. “So you don’t remember me?”
Finally she looked up and fixed those big hazel eyes at him. “I don’t remember anyone,” she said. “Those two people out there claiming to be my parents. I have no clue who they are. I have to just believe them when they say they’re my parents.”
“You seem to be comfortable with them.”
“What choice do I have?” Her eyebrows drew together and she bit her lips together; telltale signs that she was trying to keep her tears at bay.
“Hey, don’t cry,” he said, coming even closer. He fought the instinct to soothe her by rubbing his palm in circles on her back like he used to do. “Your memory will return and everything will be just as it was.”
She inhaled deeply. “I hope so.”
“At least you’re okay, physically.”
She held up her arm that was confined in plaster to a ninety-degree angle. “Mostly.” She studied me for a long, quiet moment. “So you’re my boyfriend?”
Logan nodded.
“How long have we been together?”
“Well, we were born a day apart and grew up together. But as boyfriend and girlfriend… since we were sixteen.”
“Long time.”
“Yeah.” He wanted to tell her that they’d planned on the rest of their lives, but thought it might have been too much too soon. One day at a time. “Our parents are best friends, and we grew up next door to each other.”
“Did I love you?”
Her question, asked so innocently, was like a punch to the gut.
“I’m sorry. You don’t have to answer that if you don’t—”
“Yes, you did,” he said, turning away to rub at the corner of his eyes.
“Did you love me?” She gave a weak wave with her hand, swatting the question away. “You know what, don’t answer that. That was a stupid question.”
“Yes,” I said, my eyes fixed on her face even as her image was starting to get a little blurry around the edges. “You’re the only girl I’ve ever loved.”
She lay back onto her pillow and closed her eyes, her lips pinched together once more. “I should get some sleep.”
It was only after she turned away that he allowed his face to crumple.


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Some details:
- It will be released in installments, much like the Disarm series. 
- I believe there will be four novelettes overall
- If I can keep up the rate at which this story is flowing out of me, I'd say each installment should be released within 10-14 days of each other.

So... what do you think? Tell me in the comments which one you'd rather read first: Untamed or Hannah & Logan's story.

* This excerpt is copyrighted and cannot be copied or otherwise used without express permission from the author.


Holding Out for a Superhero is live!

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Overview:


• Forsaken Protector by USA Today Bestselling Author, Nana Malone

Almost one year after escaping Gentech Facilities, Symone Jackson lives in the shadows with her nightmares. Garrett Hunter thought he was one of the good guys, but on routine surveillance of a suspected terrorist, he discovers the awful truth…he’s not the only super human around.

• Vigil by USA Today Bestselling Author, V.J. Chambers

A journalist intern finds herself falling for a mysterious, sexy masked man, but then discovers his secret identity is a rich playboy—who she hates.

• The Origin by Bestselling Author, June Gray

For someone with unexplained powers, all Daniel Johnson wants is to live simply, detached from the rest of the world. That is until a woman from the past talks her way back into his life and he discovers that he is neither strong nor fast enough to fight off the attraction.

• Agent M4: Riordan by Bestselling Author, Joni Hahn

Intent on finding the person responsible for his wrongful imprisonment, a former enemy agent turned superhero falls for a psychologist who is being pursued by a madman.

ABOUT ME


June Gray is a daydreamer who, at the age of ten, penned a short story inspired by a Judy Blume novel and has been unable to stop writing since. She loves to tell stories that titillate and enrage, that break the reader’s heart and put it back together again.

Her fairy-tale life has been lived on four different continents—most recently, in a two-hundred-forty-year-old castle in rural Germany owned by a Graf. She was born in the Philippines, raised in Australia, and now calls the United States home, and she can currently be found enjoying the shores of Miami with her husband, two daughters, and a miniature schnauzer.

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TRUE NORTH SERIES

 Kat Hollister is a tomboy who lives in t-shirts and dirty jeans and doesn’t give a shit what the world thinks. She lives alone in a small town in Alaska and closes everyone out, with only her dog Josie by her side. For Kat, love and relationships are for the weak, and she is anything but.

Until one cold night when she finds a stranger stumbling on the side of a dark road, a man who has lost his memory.

She gives him temporary shelter against the snowstorm, but what she doesn’t count on is the friendship that blooms. This man—who has no identity—starts to teach her things about herself she never knew, and she begins to wonder if maybe she'd been wrong about love and trust all along.


Luke Harrington has returned to New York, back to the place where he used to live a life of excess and change women as he often as he changed suits. But the city no longer feels like home, not when the woman he loves is hidden away on the other side of the continent.

Kat Hollister once prided herself on being strong and self-reliant, but everything changes when she ventures from the comfort of her small town in Alaska to follow a dream.

In a city of eight million people, can Luke and Kat find each other before all is lost?