Dearest readers,
Welcome to the eighth day of Boobsmas, which feels like the perfect moment to share a few sneaky—and delicious—surprises and look ahead at what’s up next.
The ghost of romance novels still to come, if you will…
I’ve talked a lot about my Holidays in L.A. novellas over the past eight days—'tis the season, after all—but today, we’re switching gears.
Let’s talk about baseball. More specifically, about what’s up next for the Rose City Roasters, my smalltown, queer baseball series.
This year, I released All Bats are Off, an MM opposites attract novella, and Addicted to Glove, an accidental pregnancy, single dad novel. On top of that, the fabulous folks at Audible decided to produce audiobooks for the entire series!
So, what’s up next for the Rose City romance universe? Read on…
Merry Boobsmas! Aside from my readers’ group, Kelly’s Book Baddies, y’all are the first to know the title of my next book. ⚾
Catch Got Your Tongue, aka Bella and Bennett’s romance, is heading your way in April 2026.
I know I’m biased, but I think folks are really going to love Bella—my curvy, autistic, beekeeping queen—and Bennett—the team’s deaf catcher and dirty-talking cinnadom who lives next door.
Don’t let his gentle giant demeanor fool you. He’s a naughty boy.
The preorder will be live early in the new year, and great news, the audiobook and paperback copies will also be available alongside the e-book release. And because I really love y’all…
Below is a sneak peek from Catch Got Your Tongue, arriving in April 2026. This story that’s been living rent-free in my head for months—full of mutual pining, sharp banter, tender moments, and the kind of slow-burn tension that makes every look count.
No spoilers, just vibes, chemistry, and a taste of what’s to come.
“You can look away if you want,” she added with a half-grin, already fishing through the backseat.
For a second, I thought she was joking. There was no way she was about to get naked on the side of the highway.
“You’re not serious,” I said.
“I’m not sitting in a wet dress and tights for another thirty minutes,” she fired back, holding up some sweatpants and a hoodie.
“Bella, it’s forty degrees out. We’re on the side of the road.”
“Exactly,” she said, unbothered. “And nobody’s around.”
Technically, she was right. I hadn’t seen another car for miles, but that didn’t mean I liked the idea any better.
I dragged a hand down my face and turned toward the highway, staring hard into the dark, willing myself to remember that I shouldn’t be lusting after my teammate’s little sister. She might as well have a shirt with “OFF LIMITS” stitched across it.
Maybe Ian could knit her one.
Behind me, there was a rustle of fabric, followed by the soft slam of a door as she presumably stepped out of the dress and into her spare clothes.
I fixed my gaze on the wet asphalt and counted my breaths, trying to think about anything other than the sound of her moving behind me.
Don’t look. Don’t look. Don’t—
“Ow!”
The sharp sound snapped me out of my counting. “Are you okay?” I moved without thinking, turning to face her.
And then froze.
Bella stood on the other side of the car, turned away from me, bent at the waist, ass on full display for the second time tonight, this time clad only in nude tights and a scrap of cotton and lace. White. With . . . bumblebees?
Jesus fucking Christ.
“I’m fine,” she said, a breathy moan slipping out. “I just scraped my knee on the door.”
I nearly let out a moan of my own when she stood up and twisted, revealing a glimpse of her in her bra. Fuck. Me. Her tits were full and round, spilling out of the lace, begging to be touched and sucked. Her waist was thick and soft, flaring out to hips that looked like they were made for gripping while I pounded into her.
Close your eyes, you fucking perv.
I quickly averted my eyes, giving her the privacy she deserved.
What the fuck was wrong with me? The sight of a woman in her bra shouldn’t undo me like this.
I was twenty-nine-years-old, for fuck’s sake. I had seen my fair share of tits. And yet, I had already committed those five seconds to memory, one that I would no doubt play back on repeat during this evening’s shower.
We’re still a few months away from release day—and ARC requests—which leaves plenty of time to catch up on the first four books in the series.
What do you think so far? Leave me a comment below with your thoughts.
Today, I’m thrilled to also share an art reveal for Addicted to Glove, my most recent baseball romance, the third novel and fourth story in the Roasters series.
This piece by @bookedforevershop—who, fun fact also designed the Santa Monica Baby book cover—perfectly captures the heart of Dani and Brooks’ book. Dani’s blue hair, Brooks’ slutty little glasses, both of their tattoos. *sigh* Perfection.
Whether this book is already a favorite or you’re seeing it for the first time, I hope this artwork lets you linger in the world just a little longer.
Alrighty, enough about me! Let’s get back to the Christmas romance recommendations, both of which I absolutely adored reading this holiday season. Plus, how cute are the covers?
Be sure to add both books to your TBR list this December…
Bah Humbug by Liz Lincoln
The only thing more worrisome than a grumpy Grinch is his meddling sister who’s determined to play matchmaker…
❤️ Wicked stepmom
🎄 Both wear slutty little glasses
❤️ Forced proximity
🎄 Grumpy MMC
❤️ Trying-to-be sunshine FMC
🎄 Both MCs are bi
Merry Little Mishap by Vivian Mae
This novella doesn’t just bring the heat—it also tackles cultural and societal expectations with so much grace, wrapped in humor, heart, and a little Christmas magic.
🎁 Forced Proximity
🎄 Age Gap
💓 Magazine editor + building super
❄️ He Falls First… and falls HARD.
🔥 Spicy elevator shenanigans
💋 Latinx Rep
Thank you for spending the 9th Day of Boobsmas with me. I hope you’ve found a new book—or four—to add to your reading list.
Remember, you can always listen to them while prepping that holiday ham. 😊 Until tomorrow…
Be feral. Stay dangerous.
And happy holidays.
xo
Want to join my Facebook reader group, Kelly’s Book Baddies? It’s a welcoming and inclusive space for ALL romance lovers to talk about their favorite books. 🌈 We have weekly discussion topics, monthly giveaways, and the occasional recipe swap.
Need a few more holiday romance recs? Great news! I have a series of spicy novellas, all of which take place between Thanksgiving and New Year’s Eve, and feature a cast of queer, plus-size baddies. Plus, they’re set by the beach, and you know what that means? Crop tops at Christmas.
When you subscribe to my Substack, you’ll automatically receive exclusive access to my sapphic shortie, “Love is in the Air.” 🏳️🌈👩❤️💋👩 This spicy short was originally published in the (now out of print) Queer and Cute anthology.
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