Sometimes stars grant you wishes that come covered in blood. I've wanted one thing for as long as I can remember—someone to love, a family, and a happily ever after. I finally found it with the least likely person across the street. Our life together has been dipped in espresso and given a massive jolt forward, but we couldn't be happier. That is, until someone threatens that happiness and I'm forced to respond in order to protect my family that's barely begun. I didn't mean for this relationship to begin bathed in blood, but I will do anything to protect the love I've waited decades for. This is an LGBTQIA+ story. Contains mature content. A complete list of content warnings can be found on the author's website.

I thought bringing my son to work with me would be fun. He'd finally meet the crew I work with, see what I do for a living, plus hang out with his favourite uncle at the same time. But, I didn’t realize exactly how much fun it could get until the worksite is closed down to due to missing logging permits, leaving the eight of us with nothing to do but wait. I don’t know if my son’s ass will ever be the same again.

The jock was supposed to wreck her. Not me. I’m a bartender who can’t keep it in my pants. My coworker Roxy’s just as bad. So we make a who can last the longest without hooking up. My plan? Push the hottest football player her way. Tall, cocky, athletic. Exactly her type. Should be an easy win. Except he doesn’t want Roxy. He wants me. I’ve never been with a guy. Never even considered it. But the way he looks at me, like he’s ready to bend me over the bar and put that big, muscular body to work… What’s a straight guy supposed to do when another man makes him harder than he’s ever been?

The jock was supposed to wreck her. Not me. I’m a bartender who can’t keep it in my pants. My coworker Roxy’s just as bad. So we make a who can last the longest without hooking up. My plan? Push the hottest football player her way. Tall, cocky, athletic. Exactly her type. Should be an easy win. Except he doesn’t want Roxy. He wants me. I’ve never been with a guy. Never even considered it. But the way he looks at me, like he’s ready to bend me over the bar and put that big, muscular body to work… What’s a straight guy supposed to do when another man makes him harder than he’s ever been?

NATE I could've done without falling asleep in the middle of a Bavarian forest and being startled awake by a massive dude with a mohawk and a beak. Seriously, why did he wait for me to wake up and free him from the stupid trap my teammates told me to set up? They said I'd catch a mythical creature that would take me to its treasure. He introduces himself as Vee and says, now that I’ve caught him, he’s my mate. What the heck? I don't want a mate with a beak, no matter how awesome his butt is or how much I want to use his cushy pecs as pillows. When he brings me into the heart of the woods, I'm afraid he'll hurt me, but thank goodness for Vee, who takes care of me. Now I just need to make it through the night without getting frisky with the chicken dude who rescued me. VITUS I can't believe I got stuck in that dumb trap, especially when it's just a flimsy net on a dying branch. The guy snoozing against the oak across the way put it up. I didn't even need to see the Greek letters on his old shirt. He was the embodiment of an American frat boy. Tourists... They always underestimate the power of Bavarian beer. I'm tempted to let him sleep. There's another part of me that's trying really hard to ignore how hot he is. I don't even like being around people and trying my best to avoid them. Taking Frat Boy home with me sucks, but I don't really have a choice. He's too drunk to get very far without freezing, and I can’t go against the oath I took as a Forest Ranger. PUCK AND PLUME is book 1 in FANGS ON ICE. It has a guaranteed HEA, and can be read as a standalone. The CW/TW: Insta Lust, Dub Con, Description of a fatal hockey accident and ensuing trauma of a witness

NATE I could've done without falling asleep in the middle of a Bavarian forest and being startled awake by a massive dude with a mohawk and a beak. Seriously, why did he wait for me to wake up and free him from the stupid trap my teammates told me to set up? They said I'd catch a mythical creature that would take me to its treasure. He introduces himself as Vee and says, now that I’ve caught him, he’s my mate. What the heck? I don't want a mate with a beak, no matter how awesome his butt is or how much I want to use his cushy pecs as pillows. When he brings me into the heart of the woods, I'm afraid he'll hurt me, but thank goodness for Vee, who takes care of me. Now I just need to make it through the night without getting frisky with the chicken dude who rescued me. VITUS I can't believe I got stuck in that dumb trap, especially when it's just a flimsy net on a dying branch. The guy snoozing against the oak across the way put it up. I didn't even need to see the Greek letters on his old shirt. He was the embodiment of an American frat boy. Tourists... They always underestimate the power of Bavarian beer. I'm tempted to let him sleep. There's another part of me that's trying really hard to ignore how hot he is. I don't even like being around people and trying my best to avoid them. Taking Frat Boy home with me sucks, but I don't really have a choice. He's too drunk to get very far without freezing, and I can’t go against the oath I took as a Forest Ranger. PUCK AND PLUME is book 1 in FANGS ON ICE. It has a guaranteed HEA, and can be read as a standalone. The CW/TW: Insta Lust, Dub Con, Description of a fatal hockey accident and ensuing trauma of a witness