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About Stacy Travis
Stacy Travis writes charming, spicy romance about bookish, sassy women and the hot alphas who fall for them.
Writing makes her infinitely happy, but that might be the coffee talking. She drinks a LOT of it.
She's worked as a journalist, camp counselor, TV writer, SAT tutor, corporate finance researcher, education technology editor, and non-fiction author. 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.
She's never met a dog she didn't want to hug. And if you have no plans for Thanksgiving, she'll probably invite you to dinner.
Stacy lives in Los Angeles with her husband, two sons, and a poorly-trained rescue dog who hoards socks. And she's serious about the Thanksgiving thing.
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Titles By Stacy Travis
Fifteen years ago, we were opposites who didn't attract. He was quiet and kept to himself in high school. I hung with the cheerleaders and the rowdy football crowd.
But on the worst day of my life, he rescued me, bought me a burger, and kissed me better than any of the football guys ever did. I fell hard.
Then he ghosted me and broke my heart.
Now he’s back, charming and drop-dead gorgeous, with mesmerizing blue eyes, a devilish smile, and a razor-sharp wit. He also owns some of San Francisco’s trendiest restaurants and it’s damn hot in his kitchen.
He wants to explain the past and prove he’s a better man now. I just want to resist.
But there’s something about Blake… the way he ignites a fire that burns only for him, the way he knows what I need even before I do. The way he owns every kiss...
I could fall for him all over again.
But I don’t believe in second chances. Do I?
SECOND CHANCE AT US is part of the Berkeley Hills series and is a complete STANDALONE novel.
When I move to small town Carolwood, I don't expect to run into a grumpy 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 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 a grumpy-sunshine, opposites-attract STANDALONE novel with a HEA.
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.
Best worst decision of my life.
Especially when the player is the sinfully handsome, foul-mouthed Holden Sanders… my new library assistant.The benched bad boy needed an image makeover, I needed to save my job, and his star status was just what the library ordered to raise awareness for our fundraising campaign. The press can’t get enough of Mr. Growly reading to kids.
It's win-win and completely platonic.
Until I need a shoulder to cry on after drowning my heartbreak in too many margaritas. I only typed that invitation to his brawny biceps and perfect pectorals for fun–I never meant to hit send. Holden isn’t the kind of guy to care about tears and feelings, least of all mine. He’s made it clear good girls aren’t his type.
But he shows up–with his strapping shoulder, a box of tissues, and a supersized bag of Doritos.
That’s when I realize there’s more to him than meets the eye.
One soulful, smoldering mistake of a kiss has me craving more, and the heat between us quickly builds to a blaze neither of us can control.
But I’m not the only one guarding secrets, and Holden’s might push us to the breaking point.
Even if I’m surrounded by books, I know better than to believe in storybook endings.
And yet, I want to believe... Because I know he's a keeper.
Is it a mistake? Yes.
Do I think we'll fall in love? Heck no.
Friends aren't supposed to kiss--or have red-hot moments next to the bread oven. And respectable bakers aren't supposed to manhandle their customers, even the smoking-hot ones who beg to be kneaded like dough. But oh, he's so tempting. And funny. And seriously gorgeous.
I shouldn't be focused on Owen's lips when I finally have a shot at achieving my career dreams--expanding my bakeries into hand-picked, perfect locations.
But Owen is a savvy hotel owner who knows a thing or two about business, so he offers to help. Soon, location scouting leads to wine tasting, long leisurely drives, and a very hands-on meeting in a wine cave. So I decide mixing business and pleasure with the hot-as-sin charmer might be the best of both worlds.
Until an anonymous competitor seems determined to sink everything I've put my heart and soul into. Maybe it's time to end our friends-with-benefits arrangement before I lose everything.
But what if losing Owen is losing everything? What if I'm falling for my rebound guy?
FALLING FOR YOU is Isla and Owen's story in the Berkeley Hills series and a sweet, sexy complete STANDALONE novel.
I should know better than to hook up with the handsome stranger at my best friend’s wedding.
Especially when he runs off mid-kiss like Cinderella at midnight.
Is he a fugitive from justice? A player? Both?
I find out soon enough when he shows up at work—where I was just hired as a law partner defending white collar criminals. Yup, he’s one of them. And he’s depending on me to keep him out of jail.
He’s also just as hot, charming, and tempting as he was the night of the wedding. Talk about forbidden love.
The last thing I should do is get involved with a client, especially one who may be guilty of all kinds of things.
Not the least of which is stealing my heart.
In Trouble with Him is STANDALONE forbidden love romance and is part of the Berkeley Hills series. It is also a crossover novel with the Summer Heat series and features characters from those novels.
You know the fantasy about the gorgeous soccer star who picks you from a crowded room and leaves you with an epic kiss? That’s my life, except I’m an awkward introvert and he’s my opposite in every way.
When my boss sends me in his place to a professional sports banquet, I stumble in late and find the only empty seat next to Donovan Taylor, the San Francisco Strikers’ resident hottie with the bad reputation. I promptly embarrass myself because I have no idea who he is.
Then he kisses me and asks me out.
Let's be real--I program computers for a living and play mahjong for fun. I don't hook up with gorgeous green-eyed players and stroke their egos or their abs--although it’s a hell of a good time--because I know it will never last and I’m practical to a fault.
But I’m gunning for a promotion at work, and Donovan just may be my key to getting it. All I need to do is convince him to do me a small favor--and avoid falling for him in the process.
Except that Donovan is nothing like the player I expected. As my feelings grow, I start finding it impossible to pretend I’m only in this for a promotion. Sure, he’s hiding secrets, but they won’t be enough to break us. Will they?
So what if his moves off the field are as impressive as his moves on it? All’s fair in love and sports, and I intend to win.
Playing for You is an opposites-attract sports romance. It is part of the Berkeley Hills series and is a standalone novel.
My French fling with Chris was only supposed to last two weeks…
I was bad at relationships, worse at love. So I was leaving it all behind—the French wine, the sunsets, the movie star romance. It was temporary. We were temporary. Happily ever afters didn’t happen in the real world.
At least not in mine. I had responsible schedules and life rules to obey. I was that girl.
Then Chris hopped on a plane and moved across the country for me. He threw out all my rules. Behind his hot-sexy-handsome was a man who was serious about love. He saw through my excuses and called me on my crap. And he only wanted me.
But when he got an offer he couldn’t refuse, he was back to his Hollywood lifestyle, and I was left texting across time zones and waiting for the occasional jet-lagged rendezvous. Maybe his panoramic views, personal assistants, and private planes were his real love.
I don’t always ask for what I want, and maybe that’s why I don’t get it. But this time I’m asking.
Even if it means risking it all.
Book Two in the Summer Heat Series is the sequel to The Summer of Him
Separately, we look like opposites. But together, we're kindling waiting for a match.
I suppose I have my two-timing ex to thank. He wrecked our relationship, but I was not about to let him ruin my vacation. So here I am, on a romantic romp through Paris, dining solo at a table for two in the city of love, determined to have a good time on my own.
Enter Chris Conley.
He’s a hot megawatt movie star used to the limelight and women lining up for him. And even though I refuse to be one of them, I have to admit, I'm done in by him—the dark swoony eyes, his unabashed laugh, the cravings he ignited with only a look.
We agree to give each other two weeks. Then real life will kick in.
But is two weeks enough when it might be love?
Part one of the Summer Heat Duet. This book ends with a small cliffhanger that is resolved in Forever with Him.
I just didn’t expect the first one to be Tim Cheltenham—a hot soccer star, my broody former crush, and a man I love to hate.
The last time I saw Tim, he was an eighteen-year-old soccer god with an English accent, a drop-dead gorgeous face, and a bad attitude. I thought I loved him. He thought I was a nerd.
It only took me ten years to get my priorities straight. Now, with a computer science degree under my belt, I’ve earned a top job with a professional soccer team, and I’m not about to let old mistakes ruin my future.
So wouldn’t you just know the first player I’m assigned to work with one-on-one is Tim. His game has some flaws that threaten his future with the team. Not that he wants to hear it from me. Not that I want to talk to him at all.
I don’t have time for a player who thinks he’s the world’s gift to any woman with a pulse. Tim is all charm, beautiful face, and hard muscle, and I intend to ignore everything about him that doesn’t involve his cleats, a ball and a pitch.
But we can be professional, can’t we? I can help his game and he can help me prove my worth at a job I want.
The very last thing I’m thinking about is love. Especially with the first guy who taught me it’s just a complication.
So what if the tension between us starts to look less like mutual dislike and more like white-hot attraction? So what if he comes to me now with real feelings and words that sound like the real thing? So what if he might be everything I imagined we’d be when I fell for him the first time?
Maybe love isn’t a complication. Maybe it’s the goal.
LOVE GOALS is a standalone sports romance.
But he was my best friend, and I was too busy crushing on his roommate--otherwise known as the ‘Wrong Guy’--to notice.
Sure, Josh has always been there for me, and he makes me laugh like no one else can. But it's only when ‘Wrong Guy’ stands me up in Paris and Josh shows up for me, once again, that I start to appreciate all the things I've been missing.
Like the way his eyes crinkle when he laughs, and how he always holds the door for me and the unexpected kiss we share under the Eiffel Tower. He makes me feel that spark I have always longed for.
But trust doesn't come easy for me, and being with him is a risk.
Will I lose my best friend . . . or my heart?
A slow-burn, friends-to-lovers romance that will leave you breathless
Jack Galloway is an award-winning journalist, a star at The Examiner, and he’s got the chiseled jaw and deep blue eyes that light me on fire.
Oh, and I hate his arrogant guts.
He told my boss that I can’t hack it as a reporter, that it was a mistake to hire me. But I just landed a story that will launch my career and prove him forever wrong. Yeah, it steps on Jack’s beat a little. Okay, a lot.
So our boss is making us report it together. At a gorgeous oceanfront villa for an entire weekend.
Jack brings out my insecurities. He makes me doubt my instincts. And ignites a desire in me that I haven’t felt before.
But there’s something he’s not telling me. I know I’m risking something by pursuing this story.
And if I have to choose, will it be the story? Or him?