Can two men learn to trust enough to give each other what they most desire? I am one of the youngest defense attorneys at my firm. I have to believe in my clients even if they’re guilty sociopathic jerks. If they are truly innocent, I grieve hard if I can’t win their case. When I go home, I just want to relax. How I accomplish that is my deepest secret. It comforts me every evening to enter into my “little” space, to go back to the days I had no worries except what crayon to use to color a dragon’s head, or if I want macaroni and cheese or dino-nuggets for dinner. Wrapping myself in soft flannel onesie jammies with feet and hugging my teddy while I watch cartoons gives me pleasurable warm fuzzies all over. I know there are daddies out in the world who might enjoy a boy like me. But I feel self-conscious about my habits and routines. I’m way too shy to go out and meet anyone. And what if I’m found out by a client or co-worker? My career would end. But when I go to interview my new client, Makson Ferridyn, my world turns upside-down. The youngest son of a former crime family, Maks is not really a criminal since he was too young to participate at the height of the family’s activities, but his name comes with a bad reputation. I shouldn’t notice him. Or care. He’s just another job. Then, right after his hearing, I fumble with my phone in my pocket and out drops a candy pacifier ring pop. Maks leans over and picks it up. “Is this yours?” he asks. I could lie. Or I could tell the truth. Either way, there is no going back from this moment. Little Boy Blu is a Daddy/Boy MM romance with two men who know what they want but have never been able to show it until now. You’ll see a needy bottom boy, a daddy who has been love deprived, size difference, praise, stuffies with names, onesies with backflaps, a little who likes to be carried around the house, sweet bath times, generous caregiving and high heat (you’ll need a fan) in the bedroom. Guaranteed HEA. This book is the first of my Little Big Heart series, but each book is a standalone read.

“My name is Mylo but my friends just call me My.” “My, huh? Cute. How about if I just call you Mine.” Mylo has had experiences in life that have altered his sense of security. He finds himself reverting to a child-like space when alone, in crowds, just about all the time. He can’t help it. Sometimes friends make fun of him, but he doesn’t feel broken, and doesn’t want to be fixed. One day, Mylo realizes there is a name for what he desires. Little space. Littles have partners called daddies who take care of them. This new knowledge gives him a feeling of identity and wholeness he’s never had before. Now, all he needs to do is to find one of those daddies and convince him to let him come home with him. Landau has had his heart shattered more than once. He’s a daddy with a need to caregive a boy. Most of his relationships have been with men who play on weekends, or when it’s convenient. Too many want bedroom antics but not much more beyond that. Landau has a desire for more. A boy who will be his all the time. A boy who wants to let go and let Landau do all the daddy work in and out of the bedroom. Landau wants to be needed. That’s all there is to it. He’s given up on finding a compatible partner until one day he meets Mylo—and his whole world changes. This book is part of the Little Big Heart series of standalone novels. Daddy/little MM romance. Hurt/comfort. Onesies. Stuffies. Sippy cups. Sweet bath times. Cloth diapers. A needy, 24-hour boy. A daddy with the biggest heart of all. HEA.

A little who is rumored to be ace and a man who says he isn’t a daddy are drawn together by powers greater than the roles of the kink club where they meet. How in all the worlds can they make it work? Kendry: I’m tired of the daddies who leer, who only want hookups, who don’t see the real me. I still want the social life of the kink club, but I decide to stop dating for a while. I enjoy dressing as a little and going to the club’s book corner to read. I can still have my juice and snacks and see other littles. Then he walks in. I’ve never seen him before in the daddy/little playroom. He’s too big, too much leather, too much muscle. He comes straight to my corner and wiggles himself into a short, kid-sized chair right next to me. Staring straight ahead, hands folded over his chest, he looks so lonely. I start to read to him. Zale: In all my years coming to the club, I’ve never bothered with the littles room. First of all, I’m not a daddy. Second, the bottles, the diapers, the pacifiers—all fine and good, just not for me. But I’m tired and need a break. My usual kinks aren’t doing anything for me. I don’t want hookups these days. I’m ready to settle down. I want someone just for me. Now, looking into the littles playroom, it seems like a nice place to take a break. To relax. Here, there will be no expectations. No come-ons, no stupid pickup lines. I can just sit and watch the pretty boys play. There’s a sweet little sitting in a corner quietly reading a book. Perfect. I’ll sit over there with him while I reassess my priorities and what I want from my life. MM romance. (not)Daddy daddy. Definite little. Daddy/little dynamics. Opposites attract. A little teaching daddy-things. Bedtime stories. Sweet bath time. Building a bond. Age gap (10 years). Low angst. High steam. HEA. This is not a book about an ace character.