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Dianna Roman is author of M/F and M/M contemporary romance and romantic comedies.
She believes in laughter, happily-ever-afters, unsung heroes and heroines, internal struggles, chocolate, coffee, fluffiness, talking to yourself, hard work, and above all, love.
She enjoys rooting for the underdog and writing stories about characters who don't have this thing called life quite figured out yet.
Dianna lives with her husband and daughter in the woods where sunsets and gardening are the reason her house may be a bit messy.
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Daniel is in trouble. The last person he expects to help may be the exact person he never knew he needed.
A connected work to Until I Saw You.
Age gap, hurt/comfort.
Released: August 8, 2023
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.