Dianna Roman

One man looking for love in all the wrong places. Another always in the wrong place. Brokenhearted and love-scorn, Johnny finds himself forced back into the dating pool by his overbearing mother and meddling best friend. Is it fate, interference, or a dating app glitch that keeps pairing him with his complete opposite, a handsome brick mason with a smile that makes bad decisions worthwhile? While Aiden is seemingly perfect inside and out, Johnny is a realist. There's no way that man's peanut butter goes with Johnny's clumsy, nerdy jelly. If only he could convince his libido and the determined brick mason that he's not on the market, he could get back to his safe, solitary life. Aiden wants more than just being a pretty face and a night of fun after years of fumbling through encounters that never went deeper than the surface. When he meets Johnny, something behind the skittish photographer's snarky facade speaks to his wanton heart. There has to be a reason they keep crashing into each other in more ways than one. Maybe attraction isn't supposed to make sense and love, even less. An MM romcom about the ripple effect of broken trust and learning to love yourself before you can love another. *TW - mature language, graphic consensual sexual content, discussion about assumed biphobia

Cameron Fairway has a secret. Before he shares it with the world, he’s determined to build the confidence he wants to live life as a gay man and the experience he’ll need to snag Mr. Right. For that, he requires a mentor—someone experienced. Someone with manners. Someone discreet enough to be able to mix business with pleasure under the watchful eye of his father’s empire—a gentleman. Pete Carver is without a doubt that man. Pete Carver has a problem. Pete doesn’t mix business with pleasure because there is no pleasure in business. There’s only order and discipline if you want to succeed. When the boss’ youngest son approaches him with a proposition that rattles every one of his sensibilities, Pete is determined to get to the bottom of the ploy. Because that’s all it can possibly be—why else would the ruthless John Fairway’s son proposition a straight man in his father’s company? The apple can’t fall far from the tree. **awakening, workplace, mistaken identity, obsessive compulsive disorder, touch starved, praise, possessive, homophobic/racist father, family rejection, slow burn, hurt/comfort

Harper Reid has no money and nowhere to go, but he can't spend one more day under the same roof as his abusive boyfriend. Desperate to start fresh, he takes on a special case through the caregiver agency that contracts him. The client has fired everyone else, but this job includes lodging, so Harper will find a way to make it work until he's back on his feet. High-flying, eccentric Riley Davenport has lost his sight, effectively clipping the vivacious man's wings. Learning to navigate in darkness is difficult enough without being treated like a house plant by his girlfriend, parents, and friends. The last thing he needs is another pushy caregiver, hovering over him, curtailing the last of his freedom. But Harper Reid is different...very different. Nervous, quiet, reserved. It's almost like Harper has secrets and is the one who needs to be taught how to live again. And why does he smell like sugar cookies? Men aren't supposed to smell delicious. An MM romance story of survival, healing, and finding the courage to love.

The anticipated follow-on to Until I Saw You. Daniel Ellis trusts no one and love, even less. His longstanding commitment to self-reliance backfires when a series of events finds an unlikely savior offering him assistance at every turn. How can the aggravating widower who’s sat at the end of his bar the past few years be his knight in shining armor? Reluctantly taking a job as Eric Jordan’s assistant becomes more than just a means of safe haven. Working for his aloof bar patron broadens Daniel’s perspectives, threatening to tear down every wall he’s built around his heart as he begins to learn more about a man he’s always purposely ignored. All he wanted was to hide from the trouble that’s following him, not have the rest of his world turned upside down by the wealthy older man who ends up being nothing he expected and everything he didn’t realize he might need. An emotional slow burn, age gap, hurt/comfort journey of two broken hearts who find that the road to healing might require joining forces.

I hate Galaxy 6781. HATE it! One last job. The bounty of a lifetime. It wasn’t supposed to end with me on a Skogari slave planet and my entire crew dead. So, after three months of misery, when the chance to escape presented itself, I took it. Had I known more about my fellow escapee, I might have reconsidered. I don’t believe in fate or true love, so when Grantham, crowned prince of Ditali, tried giving me some schpiel about how the universe has chosen us to be together, as in together ‘together’, I shot that theory down stat. I mean, I’m not even into males. He’s so far off base it isn’t even funny. Except…now he says he’s dying, and I don’t mean in the dramatic sense of someone who got turned down by a handsome human bounty hunter. Dying in the sense that because said handsome bounty hunter rejected our so-called ‘fating’, he’s literally wasting away before my eyes. Sad, but what do I care? We’re strangers. I care because we’re the only two beings on this vessel we stole during our escape, and he’s the only one of us who knows how to fly it. The debris field we’re approaching can kiss my backside, right along with the damn universe and Grantham’s cockamamie fating theory because as much as I’m not into males, I’m not ready to die. They’d better throw me a parade when we get to his planet. Talk about taking a wrong turn. Galaxy 6781, I really, really, really hate you. A satirical, scifi, MM erotica romance.