Let me get one thing straight.
I am not in love with my best friend.
My heart isn’t broken, and there is no he who’s going to swoop in and magically make it all better. Whatever that crazy psychic says, it’s not true!
I’m Knox MacKenzie, and I’m straight as an arrow. I like girls—even though they don’t always like me back.
If my heart beats a little faster and my tummy gets a bit wobbly when the local bartender sets his fascinating eyes on me, it’s no one’s business but my own.
Unrequited love might suck, but it brought the loneliest man in small-town Jasper to my brewery. Knox has no idea how transparent he is—even when the batty old psychic tells him the truth to his face.
But Knox is convinced he’s straight.
He’s convinced she’s confused.
Well, I’m convinced those looks we share mean more.
What Knox needs is a friend to help him forget his broken heart and figure out who he truly is.
Missed out on Book One?
There is nothing I hate more than when some big-city outsider stirs trouble in my peaceful little town. When Mr. Arrogance himself waltzes in and thinks he can slap a price tag on my land, he doesn’t know what he has coming. I’m not just a hick cowboy who’s going to bend to his good looks and charmless personality. No, sir.
I don’t care how smart he looks in his fancy suits, all he cares about is money.
I just wish I’d known who he was before I kissed him.
The last thing I wanted was to get stuck in a small town with a plethora of quirky people. If the stubborn cowboy doesn’t see sense soon, I don’t know what I’ll do. Failure is not an option. I was sent to make a deal, and I’m not leaving until it’s done.
I don’t care how hot he looks in his low hanging denim, boots, and hat, he wouldn’t see a good opportunity if it smacked him in the face.
I just wish I could get the taste of him off my tongue.
City and country collide in this enemies-to-lovers, opposites attract, low-angst MM romance novel.
THE DEVIL INSIDE
Their love was innocent and pure…
Until they were forced to believe differently.
Until they were brutally schooled on the “right” way to love.
Oakland is not gay.
Jameson is not gay.
Being gay is wrong. It is immoral. It is a sickness they must fight. It is the devil inside that needs to be purged.
At least that’s what they’ve been conditioned to believe.
They’ve spent years trudging through the wreckage left behind after eight months in conversion therapy as teenagers.
When their lives collide again fifteen years later, the denial they’ve lived with for years gets harder and harder to fight.
They loved each other once. Can two broken men find a way to love each other again?