“Kit” A Blue-Collar OTT Alpha and Curvy Single Mom Insta-love Romance Kit I’m a hardworking country boy, but it’s time to bite the bullet. I need to buy a house in the city to be closer to my growing client base there. And lucky for me, highly reviewed realtor Poppy Wade has agreed to sell me one. She needs to sell me one. But after spending a day together, watching her glorious curves swaying in front of me, listening to her kitten voice as she shows me houses I don’t want to buy, I formulate very different plans, and she’s the star. There’s only one house I care to explore—hers. Poppy He’s a client, I chastise myself, again. And I need this commission. I’m a single mom working double-time to give my daughter everything she needs for a happy, comfortable, successful life. But I admit to running myself a bit too ragged. I’m forgetting too many details. I try to maintain my professionalism, but something about Kit Black cracks my composure in half. I want to let him kiss me and touch me and take me anywhere with him. The only problem? He may actually be plotting to kill me, instead. \\Hard Hats Book 1 is an insta-love, happily-ever-after, STEAMY romance. No cliffhangers, no cheating. This is a standalone story part of the HARD HATS series.\\

“Jet” A Blue-Collar OTT Alpha and Curvy Single Mom Insta-love Romance Penelope "What are you afraid of?" Well, let's see: spiders, death, getting lost, taking risks, calories, germs, failing as a mother... the aircraft mechanic dripping pheromones in my back seat, asking me questions I've never even asked myself. Seeing my soul. Actually listening. That last one will do me in, if his rumbling voice and wicked smirk don't kill me first. Germs. Mayflies. Ladders. Did I really just tell him why I'm scared of ladders? Vulnerability. Real emotions. Falling in love... Oh, shit. Jet "I'm not afraid of anything," she whispers. "Not tonight." I may be hopelessly romantic, but my job as a night-shift IA mechanic leaves little time for love and dating. When my truck breaks an hour before I have to be at work, I don't have a choice but to call a rideshare and just wait. I pray he's the keep-to-himself type...that is, until I meet the enchanting driver. She slays me with her dazzling smile and swaying hips, and now I'm thinking I'd like to keep her all to myself... “Aren’t you going to come?” she asks. Count on it, doll. \\Hard Hats Book 3 is an insta-love, happily-ever-after, STEAMY romance. No cliffhangers, no cheating. This is a standalone SHORT story part of the HARD HATS series.\\

"Ford" An OTT Alpha Single Dad Hero and BBW Second-Chance Romance “Hey, Fern…” I proffer a grin. She’s looking right at my face, but somehow her gaze comes after me sidelong. “Bilford?” Now’s probably not the time to be a sarcastic jerk. It happens anyway. “Good thing I was there to find you, eh.” “Good thing?” Fern makes to leap to her feet but a sudden headrush roots her back down to her ass. She makes a face at me. “If it wasn’t for you making all that ruckus I wouldn’t have gotten so disoriented and thus lost my headlamp!” “I disorient you?” I ask, goading her. Christ, I’m an ass. The woman almost just died. I won’t remind her. I’m an insensitive jerk sometimes, not a stupid one. I should play nicer, but her wild eyes captivate me like they always did, and I lose myself. Maybe it’s a defense mechanism. One I learned from Fern. “Can you not, please?” she scolds me, in a low, low voice, holding her head. “Fern.” “Don’t. Fern. Me, Bilford! How many times do I have to tell—” Her mouth clamps shut before she says the rest of that. We both fall silent. Nineteen years. That’s a lot of time to stretch between the last time I said her name, and the last last time I said it. I lean back over my hands and rest my legs out in front of me, kicking my head back for a few deep, restorative breaths. They release as rumbled sighs. “Actually,” I finally say, rolling my head to face her, “it’s Ford.” She gives me a look. “What?” “My name. I go by Ford now.” “Oh…” Fern makes an expression I’ve committed to memory but can’t explain, like she’s examining me, trying and failing to figure me out. Then, she grins. “…good call.” “I thought you’d think so.” Her smile widens ’til her brown eyes shine. “You thought of me?” I chuckle, letting the contented sound fall off into a smirk. “Can you not, please?” Hard Hats Book 4 is a second-chance, happily-ever-after, STEAMY romance. No cliffhangers, no cheating. This is a standalone story part of the HARD HATS series.