Caulky #1
Summary:Ren is in desperate need of a rebound fling. Lucky for him the smoking hot contractor he hired has just the tool for the job.
The last thing I want is another relationship, or another broken heart.
All I need are my bees and the occasional hookup to scratch the itch.
Okay, maybe meeting up with my hot contractor weekly is a little more than occasional. And maybe the way I'm starting to feel about the guy I've been anonymously chatting with online should concern me.
But CaulkyAF doesn't want to meet, and Cole doesn't want anything serious, so what's the worst that could happen?
** Caulky is book 1 in the Four Bears Construction Series and can be read as a stand-alone. This is a funny, steamy MM story guaranteed to make you laugh and swoon. Absolutely NO cheating and NO love triangle
Nailed #2
Summary:My new neighbor is a total tool
He hated me from the second he laid eyes on me, and I don’t have the first clue why…
But, if he wants to hate me, I’m happy to give him a few reasons: mowing the lawn at dawn on the weekend, leaving garbage cans in front of his driveway, renting a petting zoo for my backyard...making a list of ways to drive him crazy is half the fun.
He deserves it with the way he’s driving me crazy right back without even trying— walking around without a shirt on, sweaty rippling muscles on full display, well-worn denim jeans perfectly molded to his...well, you get the idea.
My point is, if he wants a war, I’ll give him one.
***Nailed is an enemies to lovers, neighbors who can't stand each other, omg the anger banging, drool worthy, low angst story, which happens to be the second in my Four Bears Construction Series. It CAN be read as a stand alone. There are NO shifters in this series, only the OTHER kind of bears.
Hardwood #3
Summary:I’ve spent forty-four years of my life telling the world I’m a carpet man. Is it too late to admit to myself and everyone else that deep down I’m really all about the Hardwood?
It took me over thirty-five years to admit to myself that I’m gay, another seven to find the courage to say it out loud to anyone else, and exactly thirty seconds to develop a massive crush on my daughter’s music teacher. It’s really not my fault, have you even seen those cute bowties he wears?
After everything it’s taken to get here, am I going to work up the nerve to come out to my ex-wife and my best friends? Am I ready to shake up my comfortable, simple life and take a chance on Watson? Or am I going to throw a wrench in my own chance for happily ever after?
***Hardwood is a steamy, seriously so much delicious tension, single-dad, gay awakening, low angst story, which happens to be the third in the Four Bears Construction Series. It CAN be read as a stand-alone. There are NO shifters in this series, only the OTHER kind of bears.
Screwed #4
Summary:I’ve had my fair share of less than proud relationship moments, but waking up married to my brother-in-law’s best friend is a new low.
A drunken wedding to a man who already rejected me once? Check. A hefty bet about how long it will last? Check. My feisty new husband, determined to make our friends pay up? Double check.
I’ve never managed to make a real relationship last nearly a year, there’s no way Daniel will stick around long enough to win this bet. The only problem is the longer he stays, the more the lines blur between what’s real and what’s for show. Does he feel it too, or am I totally screwed?
***Screwed is a woke up married, faking it to their friends but also totally hooking up, sweet, STEAMY love story that happens to be the fourth book in the Four Bears Construction series. There are no bear shifters in this series, only the OTHER kind of bears.
Caulky #1
Dan: He lives! So, is the contractor there?
Ren: Yeah, and I DID oversleep. I answered the door practically naked, and you’ll NEVER guess who the contractor was
Dan: Who??
Ren: The bar hookup from last month! There he was all tall and gorgeous just standing on my front porch like he owned the place, and I had clearly just rolled out of bed like an idiot.
He sends the laughing gif again, and I respond with one of someone giving the finger.
Dan: Oh my god, that’s too funny. That’s the same dude you kissed months ago, right?! You did say he was incredible in bed, maybe this is like a sign from god or something that you should let him fuck you again.
Ren: Sounds legit
Dan: He’s a contractor; if porn has taught me anything, it’s that if you ask him to check your pipes, you’ll end up getting gang banged by him and like three other hot dudes.
Ren: You’re thinking of plumbers
Ren: Anyway, he looked kind of weirded out, so I’m thinking a repeat is NOT in the cards
Dan: Bummer
Dan: Well, there are plenty more cocks in the sea
I sigh and take a sip of my coffee, enjoying the way it scalds my tongue, bitterness filling my mouth. Henry hated that I took my coffee black. I could never figure out why he gave a shit how I took my coffee. After five years together, there were so many little things I let slide or chalked up to living with another person. But now that he’s gone, I have to admit, my life is a hell of a lot more peaceful.
Ren: Yeah but my dildo is—OH FUCK! I just realized my dildo is in the bathroom!!!!!
Daniel sends that god damned laughing gif again, and I want to reach through the phone and strangle him.
Ren: This really isn’t as funny as you think it is. So much for getting my bathroom done. Between our hookup, my state of undress, and the dildo, there’s no way he’s coming back
Dan: I am literally crying I’m laughing so hard. People on the train are giving me the stink eye, but I don’t even care. I am actually dead right now.
Ren: I hate you
Dan: Ok, I’m sorry. Unless you want to go in there and grab your dildo and make it even more weird, there’s nothing you can do about it at this point. So, finish what you were telling me. You’re looking for someone to bend you over and rail you...
Ren: I don’t think that’s what I said, although…
Dan: *high five*
Ren: After Henry, I can’t see getting serious with someone again. I was so miserable with him, and I never even realized it. I don’t want to go back into that situation
Dan: Stick to casual. Sign up for M4M and get your single on.
Ren: Yeah, I think I might
The heavy clomp of boots has me looking up, my face flaming at the thought of Construction Man (that’s his superhero name, by the way) seeing my dildo.
Nailed #2
I feel like I’m living in a never ending loop of torture, brought to me by my neighbor who’s clearly Satan in the flesh. Did I die and go to Hell? Is that what happened? Because, at this point, I’d believe it.
“What the hell?” I mutter as I step out onto my back porch, once again in nothing but my underwear. My half asleep brain is sure for a few seconds that I’m dreaming. There’s no way there are goats and sheep and fucking donkeys wandering around in his backyard right now, right? Rudy barks excitedly and tries to rush past me, but I manage to snag his collar.
“It’s my goddaughter’s eighth birthday, I rented her a petting zoo.”
“You can’t just rent a bunch of farm animals,” I argue.
Stone looks around pointedly at the menagerie. “I’m pretty sure I can.”
“Hey, quit it,” I shout at one of the goats who has wandered over onto my property and is now helping himself to the lavender bush I planted. “Shoo.”
“Edgar, come back over here,” Stone scolds the goat.
“No, but doesn’t he look like an Edgar?”
“There’s something seriously wrong with you,” I mutter. “Keep them off my lawn and out of my bushes or your ass will be over here planting all new ones for me,” I warn. A few butterflies flutter past, one of them resting on my lavender bush for a beat before floating away again, but even that isn’t enough to lower my blood pressure.
“Jack will be happy to,” Stone assures me with a serious nod before breaking into another grin. “Get it? Jack ass?” The donkey brays as if he’s in on the joke.
I hate to admit it, but that’s almost funny. But I’ll be damned if I give him the satisfaction of getting a smile from me. Not after he woke me up with some kind of weirdo Old McDonald role play at eight in the morning on a Saturday.
Hardwood #3
It must be nice to be handy. My kitchen sink has had a small drip for a year that I’ve pretty much just ignored because I don’t know what else to do with it,” he confesses.
“I can take a quick look next time I come over. I’m no plumber, but it’s probably something basic. You might just need a good caulking.”
“Tell me about it,” he agrees. “Oh caulking. Yeah, totally, that.”
I quirk an eyebrow at him and laugh when his face goes red. “If anyone’s mind should be in the gutter, shouldn’t it be mine?”
“There’s plenty of room down here for all of us,” he assures me.
I show him to the living room, realizing once we sit down that I left my laptop out and open when I left the house earlier.
“Oh shit.” I close it quickly so he can’t see what I was looking at.
“Porn?” he guesses. “Don’t be shy, if you found something good, you really should share it with your friends.”
“It wasn’t porn. Although, that goes both ways, feel free to send me any interesting porn links you find.”
“Honey, I’m not sure you want to open that floodgate. But if you’re feeling brave, I’m sure I could fill up your inbox with links,” Watson says, grinning wickedly. My cock perks up at the image of him enjoying himself with some porn. Without my permission, my eyes dart to the crotch of his pants.
He laughs again, letting me know I’m totally busted. “And you’re claiming I’m the one with my mind in the gutter.” He tsks and shakes his head. “So, if it wasn’t porn, what’s so secret on your laptop?”
“It’s nothing,” I lie.
“Come on, we’re best friends, you said so yourself.”
“I was setting up a dating profile,” I confess. “I didn’t finish it though. It’s probably a bad idea.”
“Let me see.” he insists, waving at me to open the laptop back up.
“It’s bad,” I warn, opening it up and logging on. I pass him the computer and sit back to wait as he reads my half-finished profile.
There’s a half smile on his lips as his eyes are glued to the screen. I watch as different emotions pass over his features as he reads— amusement, tenderness, a cringe or two.
“This isn’t horrible,” he says.
“It’s not great,” I hedge.
“No, it’s not,” Watson agrees. “It’s fixable though, if you’re serious about posting it.”
“I don’t know,” I admit. “I started it on a whim this morning while I was sitting here thinking about my friend’s wedding coming up in six months and how much I’d love to have a date to take.”
“You want my honest opinion?” he asks.
“Please,” I say emphatically, sitting forward with my elbows on my knees, ready to hear whatever truth he’s about to lay on me.
“These sites are great for hookups, but not so much for finding the kind of guy you’ll want to take to a friend’s wedding.”
I sigh. “I kind of figured as much.” Leaning back, I pull my hat off and toss it onto the coffee table, dragging my fingers through my hair. “Where do I go to find the kind of guy I’d want to take to a wedding then?”
Watson snorts a laugh. “Babe, if I knew that, I wouldn’t be forty and living alone with a hedgehog.”
“I can take a quick look next time I come over. I’m no plumber, but it’s probably something basic. You might just need a good caulking.”
“Tell me about it,” he agrees. “Oh caulking. Yeah, totally, that.”
I quirk an eyebrow at him and laugh when his face goes red. “If anyone’s mind should be in the gutter, shouldn’t it be mine?”
“There’s plenty of room down here for all of us,” he assures me.
I show him to the living room, realizing once we sit down that I left my laptop out and open when I left the house earlier.
“Oh shit.” I close it quickly so he can’t see what I was looking at.
“Porn?” he guesses. “Don’t be shy, if you found something good, you really should share it with your friends.”
“It wasn’t porn. Although, that goes both ways, feel free to send me any interesting porn links you find.”
He laughs again, letting me know I’m totally busted. “And you’re claiming I’m the one with my mind in the gutter.” He tsks and shakes his head. “So, if it wasn’t porn, what’s so secret on your laptop?”
“It’s nothing,” I lie.
“Come on, we’re best friends, you said so yourself.”
“I was setting up a dating profile,” I confess. “I didn’t finish it though. It’s probably a bad idea.”
“Let me see.” he insists, waving at me to open the laptop back up.
“It’s bad,” I warn, opening it up and logging on. I pass him the computer and sit back to wait as he reads my half-finished profile.
There’s a half smile on his lips as his eyes are glued to the screen. I watch as different emotions pass over his features as he reads— amusement, tenderness, a cringe or two.
“This isn’t horrible,” he says.
“It’s not great,” I hedge.
“No, it’s not,” Watson agrees. “It’s fixable though, if you’re serious about posting it.”
“I don’t know,” I admit. “I started it on a whim this morning while I was sitting here thinking about my friend’s wedding coming up in six months and how much I’d love to have a date to take.”
“You want my honest opinion?” he asks.
“Please,” I say emphatically, sitting forward with my elbows on my knees, ready to hear whatever truth he’s about to lay on me.
“These sites are great for hookups, but not so much for finding the kind of guy you’ll want to take to a friend’s wedding.”
I sigh. “I kind of figured as much.” Leaning back, I pull my hat off and toss it onto the coffee table, dragging my fingers through my hair. “Where do I go to find the kind of guy I’d want to take to a wedding then?”
Watson snorts a laugh. “Babe, if I knew that, I wouldn’t be forty and living alone with a hedgehog.”
Screwed #4
“What am I going to do?” he asks once he finishes drying his face. I take a second to look at his face, being careful not to touch it in case it is something contagious.
“Have you eaten anything weird? Or rubbed a plant all over your face? Oh my god, do you think you could’ve developed an allergy to Cole’s spunk?” I ask, horrified. Ren’s eyes go wide with terror that matches my own.
“Is that a thing?”
“How the hell should I know? I’m a paralegal, not a doctor. I’ve had sex with a handful of doctors, but I don’t think that’s going to help us here.”
“For the love of god, please focus. I look like I walked into a beehive,” he complains, looking at himself in the mirror helplessly.
“First, try to calm down, because you might have hives from stress,” I tell him. “Let’s go lay down and try to relax for a minute.”
“Are stress hives a thing?” he asks, following me out of the bathroom and into the sitting area of the suite. I guide him over to the couch where he flops down and starts fanning his face.
“Again, not a doctor,” I remind him, and when I see the panic rising on his face all over again, I rush to reassure him. “But Ollie’s on a mission to find some Claritin and cream, we can try.”
“Okay.” He takes a few deep breaths, but that doesn’t seem to do anything for the rash, not that I really expected it would.
“So, are you nervous about your wedding night? Being the blushing virgin you are and everything,” I tease. Ren swats me but smiles.
“We couldn’t have picked a better place for the wedding. Have you gone down to the beach yet? It’s amazing.”
“Not yet. Yesterday, Ollie and I were busy with the parents getting all the last minute things squared away for today. I’m glad we had the foresight to stay for a week after the wedding, because otherwise there wouldn’t have been much time to enjoy everything.”
“I want to go snorkeling,” he says.
“Not until your face won’t scare the poor sea turtles.”
“Oh my god, I hate you,” he complains.
The door to the room creaks, and Ollie cautiously pops his head in. “I come bearing Claritin.”
“Give.” Ren greedily reaches for it, tearing the package open and downing two of them.
“Ouch, that doesn’t look great,” Ollie says, eyeing Ren’s face with concern.
“Jeez, way to make the poor guy feel better,” I joke.
“I didn’t mean—” he rushes to soften the statement but Ren cuts him off.
“I know, I look like shit,” he says. “And I’m seriously going to need one of you to look up whether an allergy to cum is a thing because I’m going to freak out if that’s what made me look this way.”
Ollie’s eyebrows shoot up, and I snicker as I type it into Google.
“Oh shit, it’s totally a real thing. Sorry, dude.”
“Have you eaten anything weird? Or rubbed a plant all over your face? Oh my god, do you think you could’ve developed an allergy to Cole’s spunk?” I ask, horrified. Ren’s eyes go wide with terror that matches my own.
“Is that a thing?”
“How the hell should I know? I’m a paralegal, not a doctor. I’ve had sex with a handful of doctors, but I don’t think that’s going to help us here.”
“For the love of god, please focus. I look like I walked into a beehive,” he complains, looking at himself in the mirror helplessly.
“First, try to calm down, because you might have hives from stress,” I tell him. “Let’s go lay down and try to relax for a minute.”
“Are stress hives a thing?” he asks, following me out of the bathroom and into the sitting area of the suite. I guide him over to the couch where he flops down and starts fanning his face.
“Okay.” He takes a few deep breaths, but that doesn’t seem to do anything for the rash, not that I really expected it would.
“So, are you nervous about your wedding night? Being the blushing virgin you are and everything,” I tease. Ren swats me but smiles.
“We couldn’t have picked a better place for the wedding. Have you gone down to the beach yet? It’s amazing.”
“Not yet. Yesterday, Ollie and I were busy with the parents getting all the last minute things squared away for today. I’m glad we had the foresight to stay for a week after the wedding, because otherwise there wouldn’t have been much time to enjoy everything.”
“I want to go snorkeling,” he says.
“Not until your face won’t scare the poor sea turtles.”
“Oh my god, I hate you,” he complains.
“Give.” Ren greedily reaches for it, tearing the package open and downing two of them.
“Ouch, that doesn’t look great,” Ollie says, eyeing Ren’s face with concern.
“Jeez, way to make the poor guy feel better,” I joke.
“I didn’t mean—” he rushes to soften the statement but Ren cuts him off.
“I know, I look like shit,” he says. “And I’m seriously going to need one of you to look up whether an allergy to cum is a thing because I’m going to freak out if that’s what made me look this way.”
Ollie’s eyebrows shoot up, and I snicker as I type it into Google.
“Oh shit, it’s totally a real thing. Sorry, dude.”
Author K.M.Neuhold is a complete romance junkie, a total sap in every way. She started her journey as an author in new adult, MF romance, but after a chance reading of an MM book she was completely hooked on everything about lovely- and sometimes damaged- men finding their Happily Ever After together. She has a strong passion for writing characters with a lot of heart and soul, and a bit of humor as well. And she fully admits that her OCD tendencies of making sure every side character has a full backstory will likely always lead to every book having a spin-off or series. When she's not writing she's a lion tamer, an astronaut, and a superhero...just kidding, she's likely watching Netflix and snuggling with her husky while her amazing husband brings her coffee.
Caulky #1
Nailed #2
Hardwood #3
Screwed #4
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