String Beans by T.K. Rapp

Title: String Beans

Series: The Girls of Beachmont #2

Author: T.K. Rapp

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Date: June 5, 2016

Viola Banks had music in her blood. As an aspiring song writer, she grew up wanting nothing more than to have her words sung for all the world to hear. But that changed when she fell in love and married a man whose ambitions became more important than her own.

And when it all fell disastrously apart, she realized she was left with nothing but shattered dreams and empty promises.

A fairy tale without the happy ending.

Trying to pick up the pieces, Viola decides to move to Los Angeles for a new beginning.

Her chance to find the voice she thought she had lost.

Wyatt Jenson’s life was settled. He had a job. A girlfriend. A future.

Moving back to L.A. to take over the family business was the last thing he wanted. But obligation called and he found himself putting down roots in the last place he ever thought he would be. He finds himself the new owner of String Beans, the local music hotspot and coffee shop.

It only takes one night, one song, one random encounter, and lives can change forever.

Viola has to learn to open a heart that’s been broken. 

Because the only way to move on is to remember how to love.

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“I’m so hungry,” Callie said.

“Then let’s go,” Dallas answered, locking his door.

We got to the street and had started walking toward Callie’s car when Dallas stopped walking.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

“Just waiting for Wyatt.”

“Wyatt?”

“Yep,” I heard Wyatt say behind me.

“Um, guys, my car only holds four,” Callie said.

“Well.” Jolie grinned and I knew she was up to something. “Callie, why don’t I ride with you and Dallas so I can get the real story on my girl here. And Vi, why don’t you take Wyatt in your car? All set?”

“Sounds good.” Callie smiled.

“Works for me,” Dallas added. They started to walk away, leaving me alone with Wyatt.

“Where’s your car?” Wyatt asked while I looked at my friends with wide eyes.

Pure. Fucking. Evil.

I will get you all back—at least that’s what I tried to convey with my eyes, but all I heard was their laughter.

“This way,” I said, pointing in the opposite direction.

I climbed into the driver’s seat and waited for Wyatt to join me inside.

He started laughing and looked over at me. “They’re not subtle, are they?”

“Not even a little.” I smiled. “Sorry about them.”

“Listen, full disclosure, I’m very interested. But I know you have things you need to deal with, so no pressure.”

I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing came out. How could it? Wyatt winked sweetly and I shook my head, laughing at him.

“You’re something else, Mr. Earp.”

T.K. Rapp was born and raised in Texas. She would have stuck around there forever, but her husband was in the U.S. Navy, so they moved every 18 months. However, she didn't mind, because she had the opportunity to live on both coasts and met amazing people along the way.



Now, finally settled back in Texas...for good, she is able to pursue her writing. When she's not at her desk, she enjoys being with her family, shooting and editing photographs, visiting with friends or just watching movies.

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String Beans by T.K. Rapp

Title: String Beans

Series: The Girls of Beachmont #2

Author: T.K. Rapp

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Date: June 5, 2016

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Viola Banks had music in her blood. As an aspiring song writer, she grew up wanting nothing more than to have her words sung for all the world to hear. But that changed when she fell in love and married a man whose ambitions became more important than her own.

And when it all fell disastrously apart, she realized she was left with nothing but shattered dreams and empty promises.

A fairy tale without the happy ending.

Trying to pick up the pieces, Viola decides to move to Los Angeles for a new beginning.

Her chance to find the voice she thought she had lost.

Wyatt Jenson’s life was settled. He had a job. A girlfriend. A future.

Moving back to L.A. to take over the family business was the last thing he wanted. But obligation called and he found himself putting down roots in the last place he ever thought he would be. He finds himself the new owner of String Beans, the local music hotspot and coffee shop.

It only takes one night, one song, one random encounter, and lives can change forever.

Viola has to learn to open a heart that’s been broken. 

Because the only way to move on is to remember how to love.

“Have you met Dallas yet?”

“Is this a person?”

“He’s awesome. I’m so in love,” she gushed.

“Really?” I asked, intrigued with her limited description.

“Yeah. Too bad he’s gay,” she said. “Well, too bad for me, anyway.”

She pulled me toward a door, three down from my own, and knocked some strange beat before stepping back. A brown-haired man that was a little too pretty for my eyes opened the door and moved aside to let us in.

“Hey, Dallas,” she said flirtatiously. “I wanted to introduce you to our new neighbor.”

He looked me up and down, taking in my long flowing skirt and tank, before smiling.

“3B?”

“Yep,” she answered.

“Does 3B have a name?”

“Yeah.” I smiled. Knowing that Dallas was gorgeous and gay took the pressure off and that made it easy to answer him. “Viola.”

“What brings you to L.A.?” he asked, closing the door behind us and walking to his couch. I started to follow, but stopped in my tracks when Callie spoke.

“Her husband cheated on her,” she said, and then looked at me. “Crap. That’s one of those times I should watch my mouth, huh?”

“Yep,” I muttered and then looked at Dallas and shrugged. “What she said.”

“Sorry about that,” he said sweetly. “How long?”

“Eight inches, maybe,” I answered quickly.

Dallas’ jaw dropped open slightly and then he laughed. “I like you.”

I smiled and glanced at Callie who looked like she was still trying to figure out what I meant.

“I think he meant…how long were you married?” she asked giving me a concerned look.

T.K. Rapp was born and raised in Texas. She would have stuck around there forever, but her husband was in the U.S. Navy, so they moved every 18 months. However, she didn't mind, because she had the opportunity to live on both coasts and met amazing people along the way.



Now, finally settled back in Texas...for good, she is able to pursue her writing. When she's not at her desk, she enjoys being with her family, shooting and editing photographs, visiting with friends or just watching movies.

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Fumbled by T.K. Rapp

Title: Fumbled

Author: T.K. Rapp

Release Date: Jan 6, 2016

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A good love story always begins the same way.

A chance meeting.

A sizzling look.

A flat tire…

Dani Miner could have been voted least likely to be a damsel in distress.

Tabor Hunter should have been voted most likely to do the rescuing.

So when Dani gets a flat tire on her way home one evening, she is, at first, less than thrilled to be helped out by a man that is clearly too charming for his own good. Even if he is handsome. And buff. And the king of the thousand watt smile.

However, prickly Dani is eventually charmed by her hottie knight in shining sunglasses. And a brief moment spent on the side of the road on a hot summer evening quickly leads to a first date.

But what Dani doesn’t realize is that she has just agreed to go out with the very famous defensive end for the San Diego Quakes. And Tabor is thrilled to finally meet a woman who doesn’t fall at his overly athletic feet. This year's most valuable player is excited to have a chance to be an ordinary guy with a less than ordinary woman.

But being a celebrity can put a real kink in your love life and Dani, a woman used to a much quieter life, is soon caught up in the high paced world of fame and football.

Falling in love is easy. Falling in love with a sports star is another story.

Can Dani figure out how to play the game before she fumbles her chance at happiness?

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“Come. On,” I grunted, pulling one way and pushing another. “Stupid piece of junk!”

I threw the tire iron on the ground and jumped out of the way when it bounced. The last thing I needed was a bruise because I was a clumsy dumbass. I kicked the black rubber before wiping my hand across my face to move the stray auburn hair that clung to my forehead. My knees were blackened from the dirty asphalt and my hands were covered in brownish muck.

I was a complete mess.

I wiped my hands on my thighs and sat down on the curb, preparing to call my dad to drive over and save me.

“Do you need some help?” a low voice asked.

The sun blazed down, obstructing my view. Not even shielding my eyes seemed to help. All I could make out was a towering shadow a few feet away that was intimidating as hell. A gray Range Rover was parked behind him across the street, and I assumed it belonged to Mr. Tall-and-Helpful. He squatted down next to the tire, giving me an unobstructed view of him.

He wore gold-rimmed aviators and a baseball cap that hid his face well. But his full lips that were curved into a smirk had me entranced. I tried to avert my eyes to anywhere but his lips, knowing that he might be able to see exactly what I was thinking.

I cleared my throat and dropped my gaze, and it landed on the white T-shirt clinging to his chest. His pecs were straining beneath the thin material and it dawned on me as I continued to look him over that his muscles appeared to be bulging everywhere. Hell, his neck was probably the same size as one of my thighs.

After my breakup with Philip the year before, I’d sworn to myself that I would never rely on a man again—even for something as small as a tire change.

Don’t get me wrong, I wasn’t a man-hater by any means. I loved men. But I’d depended on Philip so heavily that I’d started to lose myself in the process. Once I’d found me again, I didn’t want to let go.

But sometimes you need help, whether you want to admit it or not.

“I—I’ll be fine,” I lied, scrambling to my feet to give me some distance. I had a better view of the guy and I was unable to say anything more. Mr. Tall-Helpful-and-Gorgeous let out a disarming huff and it shook me from my perusal of his body.

“I’m sure you will,” he said before stepping around me, picking up the tire iron, and pointing to the flat.

“Sure.” I shrugged. “I’ve only been trying for the last fifteen minutes.”

“I know.” He smirked as he placed it over the lug nut. With one strong push, he loosened it.

“You know?” I questioned, laughing softly. “How long have you been watching me?”

“Looked like you were determined to do it alone. Didn’t want to step on your toes,” he said without a hint of sarcasm.

“Oh,” was all I could say in response.

His hands moved swiftly, removing the rest of the lug nuts and setting them aside. I was fascinated at how easy the whole thing was for him, and I was grateful for his help.

“I’m Tabor,” he said as he put the car jack in place.

“Dani,” I answered. “And thanks.”

“No problem.”

He flashed a smile over his shoulder before he turned back to the tire. I touched my hair and realized I probably looked like a frazzled mess. Sweat was running down my spine, my clothes were smudged with dirt and grime, and I was pretty sure my mascara was trudging into raccoon territory.

“So do you make it a daily ritual to scour the neighborhood for damsels in distress, or do you happen to live around here?” I asked, though it came out rude and not playful as I intended.

I was grateful for his help, but it wasn’t coming through in my tone. My friends always told me my sarcastic, dry personality was off-putting, and when I wanted to rein it in, I failed miserably.

“Are you asking me if I come here often?” His eyebrow arched slightly over his sunglasses suggestively and he laughed as I stared at him feeling mortified.

T.K. Rapp is a Texas girl born and raised. She earned a B.A. in Journalism from Texas A&M and it was there that she met the love of her life. He had a contract with the U.S. Navy that would take them across both coasts, and ultimately land them back home in Texas.

Upon finally settling in Texas, T.K. worked as a graphic designer and photographer for the family business that her mom started years earlier. She was able to infuse her creativity and passion, into something she enjoyed, but something was still missing. There was a voice in the back of her head that told her to write, so write, she did. And, somewhere on an external hard drive, are several stories she started and never finished.

Now at home, raising her two daughters with her husband, T.K. has more time to do the things she loves, which includes photography and writing. When she’s not doing one of those, she can be found with her family, which keeps her busy. She enjoys watching her kids in their various sporting activities (i.e. doing the soccer mom thing), having Sunday breakfast at her parent’s house, singing out loud and out of key or dancing like a fool. She loves raunchy humor, gossip blogs and a good book.

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