STUDS & DRYWALL
An MM Why Choose Romance • Standalone • by Jace Wilder
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Pairing: MM / MMM+ (Why Choose)
Heat: 🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️ Inferno
Tropes: Why Choose, Reverse Harem, Polyamory, Forced Proximity, Found Family, Blue Collar, Small Town, Closeted, Bi Awakening, Size Difference, Praise Kink, Power Exchange, Snowed In, Hurt/Comfort, He Falls First
Five men. One cabin. One bed built for all of them.
Julian Vane is twenty-six, a former librarian, and falling apart. After three years with a man who told him he was “exhausting to love,” Julian inherits a rotting cabin in Vermont from an aunt he never met and drives north with a suitcase and a panic disorder. The plan is simple: hide in the mountains until the anxiety stops or the cabin collapses, whichever comes first.
The cabin is worse than he imagined. The porch is dangerous. The roof leaks. The plumbing is a war crime. And the contractor his aunt’s lawyer hired to renovate it is Beck Davis — six-foot-four, two hundred and forty pounds of flannel and silence and calloused hands that treat every surface like something worth saving. Beck builds things the way other men breathe: automatically, precisely, and with a patience that Julian has never encountered in another human being.
Beck doesn’t come alone. His crew includes Dash Miller, twenty-four, the electrician — tattooed, pierced, chaotic, and wired to a frequency that makes the air crackle when he enters a room. Sawyer Vance, thirty, the landscaper — silent, feral, who communicates in single words and touch and the placement of smooth stones in Julian’s palm. And Cole Grady, thirty-five, the county sheriff — buttoned-up, closeted, carrying twenty years of wanting men behind a badge and a uniform that he’s used as armor since he was fifteen years old.
Julian has a condition. He calls it the Pink Effect — a full-body blush that broadcasts his every emotion through his skin. Around these four men, the blush never stops. It starts in his chest and spreads everywhere: when Beck’s hands adjust his grip on a hammer, when Dash’s tongue piercing clicks against his teeth, when Sawyer appears from the tree line like something the forest made, when Cole arrives in his cruiser and doesn’t take off his badge before looking at Julian like he’s evidence of something Cole has been denying for two decades.
One blizzard. One cabin. Five men snowed in together. And the walls — the literal walls they’re tearing down — aren’t the only ones that fall.
STUDS & DRYWALL is a 100,000+ word high-heat MM Why Choose romance featuring a librarian whose skin tells the truth when his mouth can’t, a contractor who builds a custom bed for five, an electrician with a Prince Albert piercing and no filter, a landscaper who says more in one word than most men say in a paragraph, a closeted sheriff who cries the first time he’s with a man and it will wreck you, a small town that responds to the polycule with pie and pink message slips, explicit scenes that escalate from first touch to full group, a panic attack on a kitchen floor that becomes a turning point, a toxic ex who shows up with dying flowers and an Audi, and a happily-ever-after that required a custom bed, a town’s worth of courage, and the radical act of choosing to build something the world doesn’t have a blueprint for.
For the crew who tore down the walls and built something better.
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Want more of the crew? Get “The Sixth Nail” — an exclusive bonus chapter set six months after the epilogue. Julian’s book launch party at Helen’s diner. The crew drives home. The bed. All five. A celebration scene that’s too explicit for Amazon — because some milestones require a custom bed, five men, and zero restraint. 5,000+ words of full-polycule heat that will melt your Kindle.
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The cabin was worse than the photos.
This was my first thought as I pulled into the driveway — if you could call it a driveway, which you couldn’t, because a driveway implies a paved surface and this was a mudslide with ambition. The Subaru’s tires spun twice before catching, and the car lurched the final twenty feet up the grade like a drunk navigating stairs, and then I was there. Parked. Staring through a rain-streaked windshield at the thing my dead aunt had left me.
Aunt Margot’s cabin sat on a ridge above Hemlock Hollow, Vermont, which was itself a town that sat above nothing, existing in the kind of geographical obscurity that suggested even the mapmakers had given up. The cabin was — structurally, I would later learn — a timber-frame colonial built in the 1920s by someone who understood wood but not plumbing. It had good bones, Beck would tell me. But I didn’t know Beck yet. I didn’t know any of them yet. All I knew was that the porch was sagging, the roof was patched with what appeared to be a blue tarp and optimism, and the front door was the color of a bruise.
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