Today I am so pleased to welcome Kate Hawthorne to Joyfully Jay. Kate has come to talk to us about her latest release, A Matter of Fact. Please join me in giving her a big welcome!


A Matter of Fact is a book that shouldn’t exist. When I started this series, not only did I not intend for it to be a series, but I never intended to redeem Rhys St. George. I wrote him as the antagonist and that was how he was meant to stay. But something happened somewhere in the middle of book 2, and I started to see the cinnamon roll center he tried so desperately to keep hidden. It won’t come as a surprise to Rhys that he is my favorite character of the three books, and I’m SO thrilled that his time to shine is almost here.

A Matter of Fact is available for pre-order with a release date of March 1, and you can reserve your copy here.

If you’re not familiar with the series, I strongly suggest you use the time between now and March 1 to meet the cast of characters who make up Rhys’s world. A Real Good Lie is a fake relationship romance for Rhys’s ex-boyfriend, Callahan. And A Cold Hard Truth is a story of sexual discoveries and first times for Callahan’s best friend (and Rhys’s younger brother), Sebastian. Jay has reviewed both books, and if you don’t trust me, you can trust her!

I’m thrilled to be so close to Rhys’s release date, and I’m even more excited to share an exclusive sneak peek from chapter one.


Rhys’s brother had a copper sink in his bathroom.

Of all the absurd fuckery and ostentatious buffoonery Rhys had ever seen in his entire life, Sebastian’s copper sink had to take the cake.

He closed the door to the bathroom and found his brother in the kitchen, mixing up a tray of vodka drinks.

“I’m replacing the sink,” he said, drawing an eye roll out of Sebastian.

“This isn’t your condo,” Sebastian countered.

“I live here.”

“Because I said you can.” Sebastian twisted the cap back onto a nearly empty bottle of vodka and pushed it toward the backsplash.

“Right. And now you’re in the condo you’ve so graciously allowed me to live in, drinking my vodka and dirtying my crystalware.” Rhys gestured at the tray with three neatly made drinks spaced across it. He flicked the lime slice garnish off the one closest to him and Sebastian swatted at his hand.

“Fine,” Sebastian muttered. “Whatever.”

“Why do you care?” he asked, shrugging and watching his younger brother carefully lift the tray from the countertop. “Are you planning on coming back?”

“What? No.” Sebastian’s brow furrowed and he turned away.

He walked right into the living room—Rhys’s living room—where Sebastian’s boyfriend, Remington, sat on the couch, one lanky leg casually crossed over the other.

“Then I’m changing it out,” he said, following Sebastian and taking a seat in a chair opposite the couch.

“Changing what?” Remington asked.

Sebastian handed Remington a drink and sat beside him on the couch, perched near the edge.

“The sink in the master bath,” Sebastian answered.

“That copper monstrosity? Good.” Remington laughed.

“What’s wrong with it?”

“It’s just…” Remington gave Sebastian a soft smile, so affectionate and fond it made Rhys’s chest ache. “It’s not authentic.”

“It’s real copper,” Sebastian protested.

“He means it’s not you,” Rhys huffed, picking up one of the drinks since Sebastian obviously was not going to offer him one. “He means the copper sink is not authentic to you.”


“I like the sink,” Sebastian grumbled, sliding back against the couch and leaning into Remington’s side.

“I’ll have contractors remove it with the utmost care and deliver to Remington’s apartment for your enjoyment then.” Rhys smirked.

“Not necessary,” Remington said quickly. Sebastian pouted, and Remington patted his knee. “You know it’s abhorrent.”

“Whatever.” Sebastian poured half of his drink down his throat. “Enough about my sink, let’s talk about the elephant.”

Rhys’s lashes fluttered as he inhaled.

“I don’t want to talk about Callahan,” he said, frowning at the mention of his ex-boyfriend.

“You’ve been here for months.”

“I know.” Rhys leaned forward and set down his drink.

He had been in Myers Bluff for months. He liked being in Myers Bluff, and even though his brother was best friends with Callahan McMillian, Rhys had managed to avoid him for the most part. Or at least, avoid conversation with him.

“Come to the gala at the museum,” Sebastian pressed.

Remington was an archivist at the California Museum of Literary Arts and thanks to some generous donations Sebastian had anonymously made the year before, Remington’s work would live to see another day and, as a bonus, be celebrated at a massive gala, apparently. 

The irony of the situation was not lost on Rhys because Remington himself was rich. Disgustingly rich, if Rhys was being honest, which was always and also never. But unlike him, Remington didn’t care for the trappings of having old family money. Instead, he shied away from it and let it collect interest in the dark.

“Didn’t I move here to get away from all of that?” Rhys asked.

“Among other reasons, probably,” Remington mused. “I’m honestly not sure why you moved here.”

“To get closer to Sebastian’s copper sink, obviously.”

Remington’s mouth twitched into a smile. “Stop that, Rhys. I might end up liking you.”


Name – Rhys St. George

Age – 37

Relationship status – Single

Looking for – A way to make all of this right

Biggest regret – Callahan McMillian

Hobbies – Having money, making money, spending money, and wine.

Name – Beckett Thatcher

Age – 27

Relationship status – Super Single!

Looking for – The kind of man who knows what I’m worth

Biggest regret – Being hesitant to form meaningful relationships after moving

Hobbies – Cooking, baking, and being a good plant dad

Rhys doesn’t know what he wants anymore, but he knows he wants to be in Myers Bluff and he wants to make things right with his brother, and maybe his ex-boyfriend too. The only problem is… he doesn’t know how to do any of that.

Beckett has a bad job and big dreams, and he’s not going to let either of those things hold him back. He definitely doesn’t have time to deal with a man like Rhys St. George, but there’s something magnetic about the way too-rich-for-his-own-good man that Beckett can’t deny.

Rhys is used to buying whatever he wants, but finds Beckett cannot be bought. For the first time in his life, Rhys isn’t two steps ahead; he’s half a pace behind. But maybe that’s exactly where he needs to be to find what he’s always been looking for–a purpose, personal redemption, and love.


With over two dozen published romances to her name, Kate Hawthorne has built a recognizable brand around telling emotional stories that pack a figurative (and sometimes literal) punch.

Existing on a steady diet of wine and coffee, Kate spends her days dreaming up angsty stories full of heat, kink, and heart. Kate now lives in Louisville, where she writes romance, reads romance, and hides her curly hair from the humidity.


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