S. Hagan
Welcome to the world where the FMCs are feisty, the MMCs are hot as hell, and everyone is broody!
I am so excited to have you join me on my wild imaginary adventures. I write steamy, small-town romances with big feelings and bigger personalities.
I am the mom to two beautiful (very young) kids, the wife to my very own swoon worthy golden retriever MMC. I have been writing for as long as I could remember and never imagined I would be sitting here with a book published and a whole series in the works. I love sports and being a part of that world so it only felt fitting that my debut series be sports romance! My favorite part of writing is those moments that make you just giggle from the chaos or the steam, which the Briarwood series has a lot of!
I love connecting with fellow book lovers across Instagram and TikTok through reviews, recommendations, and romantic chaos.
When I’m not penning enemies-to-lovers chaos, forcing these characters into inevitable proximity situations, or gossiping about the next best read, I am spending time with my family!
I am so grateful you stumbled across my site and hope to add to your mile long TBR!
Love,
S. Hagan
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Lyla
The Briarwood baseball fields smell like popcorn, fresh-cut grass, and the kind of optimism you can only get from sunburned men who think they still “have it.”
Opening Day for the Adult Men’s Baseball League is basically our small town’s spring holiday. It’s half baseball, half county fair, and a whole lot of questionable decision-making. I mean seriously, who is planning to buy “Emotional Support Rocks”?
One of the local old ladies has been posting flyers everywhere and I just know I’m about to see a table out here with a bunch of little rocks on it.
Vendors are set up along the fences. Craft booths selling everything from crocheted Stallions hats to mason jars of local honey, food trucks sizzling with fried smells that make my stomach growl, and kids weaving between lawn chairs with sticky fingers and faces already painted like tigers.
Yep, there it is. Ms. McMall’s little table with painted colorful rocks where each one has something like Breathe or Don’t Give Up inscribed on them. In front of her table there’s a small chalkboard sign that reads “Emotional Support Rocks $5 No Refunds”.
I nudge Maci, my best friend, with my elbow and nod over to the table, “I would buy one if it said ‘Don't Stab Him’ on it.”