Books Archive - Author MJ Fields

Long Shot

What to expect:

Hockey Romance

Brother’s Friend

Sassy Heroine/Protective Hero

STEAMY, all the hotness in precarious places…

Low Angst/HEA Guaranteed

Ellie

Before my junior year at Lincoln University, I promised myself three things. Just three.

Actually dig into the whole sorority girl bit.

Stay away from athletes.

Seriously, stay away from athletes.

When Professor Taylor posted our chem midterm partners and I got stuck with the captain of Lincoln's Ice Hockey team , I was sure I'd be able to abide by rules 2 and 3. After all, I was immune to Leo's whole 'hottest guy on campus' thing. I grew up with him— my brother's best friend .

That I've been obsessed with since I was eight.

F' me.

Leo

Senior year. Captain of the hockey team , already engaged to the NHL with the perfect union months away, my whole life mapped out ahead of me. All my dreams come true.

Except for the one with Eleanor Rhodes.

That one's reoccurring, starring her in nothing but my number and that perfect little blush that shows up every time she looks at me.

No biggies. I've worked that one out. In the shower. Numerous times. She never had a reason to get any closer than her Instagram until Professor Taylor assigned us as chem partners.

The one girl on campus who shouldn't be on my radar, yet she somehow seems to be the only one.

Snap Shot

Kameron

I was never happier than the day my mother (and grandmother) agreed that I could leave the great state of Texas to attend a college nearly two thousand blissful miles away from home.

They only agreed because:

Delta is the top sorority at Lincoln University; therefore, I could and would become the third generation of Hunt women to hold the office of Delta President.
Brad Kosta, my uncle, was the coach of the Lincoln Lions Ice Hockey team, and he could look after me.

I also had a secret obligation to fulfill to myself. I was going to pursue my passion—photography—and find a man to give myself to who my brothers couldn’t intimidate. A man who wouldn’t turn college into a cautionary tale of heartbreak and self-loathing, but instead a fond memory. A man who wasn’t a player, an F-boy, or some stupid jock.

The thing is, the only guy I’ve met on a campus who’s held my interest is, in fact, a jock.

Not just any jock; he’s one of Uncle Brad’s top players.

Evan

Senior year’s focus should be all about securing my spot with the Brooklyn Bears. I should be skating easy. I should be … but I’m not.

I’m about to make an enemy out of the one person I should be bowing to—Coach Kosta.

Not my fault he hired a smoke show to be our team photographer. One with hella curves, southern charm, and impeccable taste in men—me. One who confessed she’d never given herself to anyone but trusted that I’m the right man for the job.

They say, “sticks over chicks,” but whoever coined that phrase had obviously never met a girl like Kameron Kosta, the coach’s niece.

I’ll let that chick do whatever she wants to my … stick, no matter the cost.

Hot Shot

Dylan

As if losing my shot at nationals wasn’t enough, I now have to tutor the biggest player on the men’s team or get kicked off the hockey team my senior year. Not that it means sh*t anymore, anyway. Regardless, I have to play the game and rebuild my image for the sake of the team that I love— and I have to do that with him.

Bass

In my final semester at Lincoln University, Coach Kosta’s insisting I need a tutor to raise my Stats grade so I don’t tank the men's hockey team's GPA. With NHL dreams hanging in the balance, I’ll swallow my pride to prove I'm a team player. But hold onto your sticks, ladies and gents, because fate has an icy twist: Dylan Daniels, ice queen and center of Lincoln's women's ice hockey team, is going to be my tutor.

We go way back, all the way to the days we’d race in her old man's rink. My presence made her foot-stomping mad back then, and apparently, it still does. I'd hoped all those years might've thawed our chilly history, but it seems, if anything, Dylan's hatred for me has spilled over to every male athlete in her path.

It’s kind of hot.

Dylan’s not a little girl anymore, and now, she’s on my to-do list.

Flip Shot

Theo's story is coming soon.

No Mercy

Jersey Shore’s most villainous anti-hero is brought to his knees in this raw and gritty romantic standalone novel by USA Today bestselling author MJ Fields

“They may see a villain, but I see a hero who was broken and will rise again.”

Like a storm, Marcello Effisto tore through most of his life, wreaking havoc on those who opposed him … unapologetically.

When faced with keeping a promise to a dying man, to care for the person who tortured his soul, he is forced to go to the cross.

Will he allow the wreckage that caused his heart to grow cold keep him on his knees, or will he rise up and allow himself to love again?

Unraveled

“I let my inhibitions go, and they fell in the wrong place. I didn’t know he would be my unraveling. I didn’t know he was twenty-five.”

A single mother often lives by certain rules, and Angela Petrov has made certain to adhere to hers: Mom first, career second, and no man will meet her child unless they will be in her life long-term.
However, with her daughter now in college, the company she has worked at for over a decade facing major changes, and no lover in sight, Angela’s life has lost all its carefully construed and configured organization.
When news that the annual, employee, Labor Day party in the Hamptons will still be held, Angela tries to bail out. However, her best friend and coworker, Autumn, convinces her otherwise.
Turns out that, while attempting to enjoy the elite Hampton nightlife with her coworkers, she meets a much-younger, tall, dark, and sexy man who offers her an escape for the long weekend. So, throwing caution to the ocean breeze, she accepts his offer of a true time-out in life, focusing only on time between the sheets with no … strings attached.
What happens when you allow yourself to let go of life’s stresses, release inhibitions, and embrace desire?
You chase regret.

Deserving Me

My dreams were always in black and white, once in a while, I’d be gifted something gray.

Until her.

Then, I broke her. I tore her up. I shattered her. But she was breathing, living, and I knew damn well, she was on the verge of loving, but it couldn’t be me.

I turned from her for the red white and blue. Because war, destruction, hell even death was more welcome than the possibility of hurting her.

I didn’t deserve her, and she sure as f*@^ didn’t deserve me.

Hearts So Big

"It isn’t supposed to hurt."
We don’t always choose who we fall in love with.
It just so happened that I fell in love over a box of crayons and a smile.

Growing up, it was always the three of us: Elijah Donahue, with his genius IQ and a smile he only shared with me. Our best friend, Aaron Esposito, with his crystal-blue eyes and a smile he shared with everyone. And me, Stella McCarty, the girl with the chapped lips and unruly hair. Then we grew apart, which is putting it mildly.

I felt the loss, though my heart belonged to Elijah and his to me.

When my father passed away, we grew back together again. I couldn’t have gotten through that time if not for the both of them. But then, when I graduated from college and moved back home from London, it became obvious that I had been oblivious to the fact that they had never stopped hating one another.

Elijah and Aaron’s hate for one another had apparently been hindered by their love for me.
Only, I didn’t know that they both loved me in the same way.
And I wished I never did.

Love isn’t supposed to feel like this.
It isn’t supposed to hurt.

Couture Love

What happens at De La Porte’s annual Labor Day weekend party in the Hamptons—
never stays in the Hamptons.

After my marriage to my high school sweetheart ended, I made a list of all the things I “desired” the next time around. After all, marrying for love had failed me. One year single, and I had all the love I needed in an amazing career and great new friends — the ex got the old ones in the divorce. I was only lacking in one department …

Hot, passionate sex

-Taller than me
-Fit, bulging, biteable arms
-Six-pack abs
-Suit and tie
-Chiseled features
-Tattoos
-Gentleman on the streets, freak between the sheets
-Oral AF
-Smells delicious
-Gives me chills
-Can buy the occasional meal out
-Not an employee of De La Porte

That’s it. That’s all I wanted. Easy, huh?
WRONG!
Have you ever tried online dating?
Shit. Show.
No one’s honest or up front, and when you are, they slither back into the dark hole they momentarily climbed out of to rub one out.

Standing at the bar with my best friend, the weekend of our annual Hamptons company getaway, a man who checked all my boxes magically appeared.

I will admit it was the best weekend of my life …

Until I found out he was still in college … and that his father was on the board of trustees.