I knew from the first time I saw Marc Kirby that I was screwed. Big eyes, scruffy face, brown curls - yes, yes, and yes. The man is wicked hot. He's also my roommate, and since I work nights and he's at class all day - it's like living alone at half the rent. Then an unexpected night off turns into an unexpected morning in Marc's bed, but it turns out we can't even figure out the screwing.

Charlie is the quintessential bear. Big, muscular and hairy. But that isn't the type of men he's attracted to. He is drawn to men like Taylor - short, smooth, and sexy. Taylor is Charlie's idea of the perfect twink. But there's something about Taylor Charlie doesn't know. Taylor is unsure about a lot of things, but when he sees Charlie, he instantly knows he wants him. The only issue standing in his way is how Taylor views his own masculinity. He's afraid that Charlie will leave once he knows the secret Taylor wants to keep hidden.

Tristan Carr has been in a holding pattern since his daughter was born 15 years ago, which suits his workaholic lifestyle just fine. This ex-naval officer turned auto mechanic never wanted anyone interfering with being a weekend dad. For Tristan to rearrange his carefully orchestrated life, a guy will need to be special. Or, in the case of the newest employee at his bank, the guy will need to be adorable, shy, and open to the prospect of forever when it shows up at his window.

After her central air malfunctions, romance novelist Stacia Baker finds herself in the middle of a deadline and a series of problems she needs fixed ASAP. As the owner of his own maintenance company, Drew Fields has all the tools to fix everything that’s wrong in Stacia’s life in more ways than one. But after an embarrassing encounter between them and her less than desirable attitude, will he leave her stranded in the middle of a scorching heat wave that sets South Florida ablaze instead? Or will she get her act together so they can create one of their own?

My name is L. Blackburn, and I'm an Indie author. My literary genius is loved and worshipped throughout the book world—except, of course, by one self-centered reviewer who goes by the name of "Babu". Apparently I broke some "Cardinal Rule", and now I'm paying the high price for it. But then, if a predator attacked your cub, wouldn't you go for the throat?