Sort Me Out

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She organized my apartment. Then she organized my entire nervous system.

Margot “Mars” Castillo is a chaotic, paint-splattered artist with ADHD whose apartment looks like a thrift store exploded inside a tornado. When her landlord hires a professional organizer to get the place up to code before inspection — or Mars gets evicted — she expects clipboard energy and judgment.

She doesn’t expect Quinn Ashford.

Quinn is precise, controlled, and unshakable. She walks into Mars’s disaster and doesn’t flinch. She builds systems designed for Mars’s brain instead of against it. She says “good job” in a voice that makes Mars forget her own name. And she has a strict professional ethics policy: she doesn’t cross lines with clients. Ever.

Until she does.

Three weeks. That’s how long they have before the inspection. Three weeks of forced proximity in a small apartment, of accidental touches and charged silences, of Mars working twice as hard just to hear Quinn say good girl one more time. Three weeks of Quinn’s composure cracking, her carefully controlled life invaded by a woman who paints until 3 AM and can’t find matching socks and laughs like she means it.

But Quinn has her own cracks. She built her entire identity around control after a relationship where she lost all of it, and Mars — messy, radiant, impossible Mars — is the first person in years who makes her want to let the mask slip.

When the timer stops and the professional boundary dissolves, the question isn’t whether they want each other. It’s whether two women with matching wounds and opposite coping mechanisms can build something that holds — not despite the mess, but because of it.

You’ll love this if you enjoy:

✓ A composed organizer who loses her mind over an artist in paint-splattered overalls
✓ An ADHD heroine who is never treated as broken
✓ Praise kink that builds from “good job” to “good girl” across 14 chapters of slow burn
✓ Forced proximity in a small apartment with nowhere to hide
✓ A professional boundary that survives exactly as long as it should
✓ Dual POV — feel the craving AND the crumbling composure
✓ A journal-burning scene that will wreck you
✓ A gallery show that ends against a wall
✓ Piano + painting parallel play as a love language
✓ Heat that escalates from a hair tuck to scorching
✓ A guaranteed happily ever after built one decision at a time

Sort Me Out is a 97,000-word high-heat sapphic romance featuring an ADHD artist who needs someone to see her, a professional organizer who’s terrified of being needed, a maintenance binder that becomes a love letter, and a love story that proves the bravest thing you can do is let someone into your mess. Standalone. No cliffhanger. HEA guaranteed.