4 Novels by Mathias Harding
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Overview: Mathias Harding writes gay romance,No BIO Available.
Genre: Romance MM
Finch’s Song: Sam Coda was living a great life with his husband Devin. They were energetic men, both in life and love. They shared their LA condo with their sweet little pug named Finch. Sam had a great job and overall, he was pretty happy.
Or at least he thought he was.
As the anniversary of his father’s death approached, Sam realized there was something missing from his life. He wanted to have a child of his own. Unfortunately, Devin wasn’t into it. Devin loved the life they shared and didn’t want to change it.
As the couple began to schism, Sam met a hot Latino man who had all of the charm of the boy next door, the might of a greek god and the mutual desire to have children.
Would Sam be able to rewrite his dream with a new man playing the leading role or would he have to sacrifice his dream to keep his first love by his side?
Never Doubt: Kyler Hammond
Wedding season. Ugh. Springtime was the time for happy couples to tie the knot. I wanted none of it. At least that’s what I told my roommates. That’s what I told the various lovers I’d encountered through the years. It was true, too. I hated weddings. Not because I was all man; too manly for love. It was because I was a hopeless romantic who’d never once fallen in love.
I had my fair share of boyfriends throughout the years. They were great guys and I was certain they’d make someone very happy someday. Just not me. It’s not that I thought I was too good. I just never had that spark. Of course, it could have been because I dated men who were just like me.
I worked out of a gym in the heart of Portland as a personal trainer. I always dated super athletic guys who were very competitive. If we weren’t constantly butting heads or competing against one another, then within a month or so, we were both bored to tears. I wanted something more but I was starting to believe I just wasn’t made for love.
Jamison was the most electrifying man I’d ever met. He was different, too. His frame was much smaller than I was used, too. I was drawn to his quirky personality and startling blue eyes. He was the newest roommate in the loft. I couldn’t stop thinking about him. Too bad I couldn’t get him to talk to me.
Jamison Blanch
I had to find a new place to live. I’d been staying with aunt since my boyfriend of two years broke my heart. I wasn’t good enough for him. I was too feminine, apparently. I was ready to move on with my life. I found the perfect place right next to my shop in down town Portland. It was a loft occupied by three men. They seemed like a fun group of guys.
The only complication I could foresee was my very real crush on Kyler. I had met him, by chance, wedding just the other night. I needed to keep myself in check if I did move in because sleeping with a roommate was a very bad idea. It would be difficult since Kyler was spank-me-into-next-Tuesday hot. I would have never guessed in a million years that he was gay and single.
This couldn’t be real. He was too hot to be within reach. Although, who was I kidding? Just because he was gay and standing right in front of me didn’t make him any closer to being within my reach.
Entanglement: Professor Micah Boesiger –
In love? Me? Could I actually have fallen in love again? The idea shook me to the core. It seemed wrong. I loved Daniel. I still loved Daniel with everything in me and I would give anything to bring him back. ANYTHING. So how could I possibly love someone else? I didn’t want Daniel to fade. That was the cycle. Somewhere deep down inside, I didn’t really want to acknowledge that he was gone. I had, to my detriment, kept the entire world at an arm’s length and never closer…
I taught theoretical physics at the University of Nevada. Terrance Evans would have been my favorite student if it weren’t for the fact that he was ALWAYS late, as in every single time. I hated tardiness and I was so close to railroading this late little butthole, but I often held back. Something about the sullen look in his eye told me not to. Not to mention he was extremely smart. When it came to theoretical physics and mathematics, he was leagues above his drooly-mouthed colleagues. He was too young for me, but I’ll admit that he wasn’t hard on the eyes especially when he smiled. Which didn’t happen very often.
Terrance Evans –
I went through my bills versus my income in my head, over and over again. If I lost the job at Rigly’s then I wouldn’t be able to pay rent. If I couldn’t pay rent, Chance and I would be homeless. If we were homeless, CPS would take Chance from me in a heartbeat. They were already skeptical at letting me have him four years ago since he had autism and I was barely an adult in the eyes of the court. Of course, I was only 18 then but what they never understood was that when you lived a life like I’ve lived, you’re never ‘18’. Sometimes I feared that I’d lose control of my mind, just like my mom and dad. I’d have to eat my words along with all of the resentment I harbored towards my parents. That fear, though I pushed it down as far as I could most of the time, was likely the number one cause for me to keep everyone else at an arm’s length. It was probably the reason I’d been fantasizing about Professor Boesiger.
Chances Are: Chance Mayer: I sat in Wyatt’s apartment, looking around at his tidy living room while he made me tacos in the kitchen. Jesus, this man was something else. He had his own version of cockiness. It was something like my own, only subtle. More mature.
He sang an old country song over the sizzling beef.
His voice was smooth and deep. It was a real turn on for me. Of course, I wouldn’t tell him that. I wouldn’t tell him that I genuinely liked him. He was funny and sweet. Something about him caused everything within me to shuffle.
I’d just been through a breakup. Well, technically, it had been a year. It was hard for me. I had always been the rambunctious, wild type. It was hard for me to take anything seriously. So, when I do, it meant that it was VERY serious. Apparently, the feeling wasn’t mutual for my ex. When you gave your heart away, you never stop to think it might be completely disregarded.
When someone gave you their heart, it was a gift, and a fragile one at that. That was something I had always believed.
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