Bøker av Dianna Roman

There's no picking who you love...nor getting rid of them.Murphy Malone loves his orchard, his mother, and his dog. Life is great until he can't stop thinking about what he's missing-someone to share it all with. When he realizes that his love for his best friend, Jesse Carver, runs deeper than the bonds of friendship, it only makes things worse. The problem-Jesse Carver is the straightest man he's ever known.Only time and distance can ease the ache, but what do you do when your loyal best friend follows you to the gay singles cruise you fled to in an attempt to escape your feelings?

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.

I hate Galaxy 6781. HATE it!One last job. The bounty of a lifetime.It wasn't supposed to end with me on a slave planet and my entire crew dead. So, when the chance to escape presented itself, I took it. Had I known more about my fellow escapee, I might have reconsidered.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. Except...now he says he's dying. Dying in the sense that because one 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.The debris field we're approaching can kiss my backside, right along with my lack of flight skills 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. Galaxy 6781, I really, really, really hate you.An M/M, scifi, romantic comedy

A man escaping an abusive relationship finds solace as a caregiver for an eccentric man who recently lost his vision.

An MM romance story of survival, healing, and finding the courage to love.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.