Zoning for Lust: A Tinsel Town Valentine
Marc Fist
Hugh Everhart is having a bad morning.
The kind of bad morning where your apartment looks like a craft store exploded, the festival is days from opening, and the one document that proves your entire Valentine’s installation is legally protected…
…has vanished.
Felix Stone needs the 1973 permit by 10 AM.
Hugh has no idea where it is.
And Felix, who has never once in his life done anything “unofficial,” is about to do something so catastrophically out of character that Hugh can barely process it:
He agrees to break into the municipal archive.
For Hugh.
For the festival.
For reasons that have nothing to do with professionalism and everything to do with the way Hugh said please like it mattered.
The plan is simple.
Get in. Find the permit. Get out.
No mistakes.
No complications.
No feelings.
Unfortunately, Felix Stone is not built for vaults, confinement, whispered arguments in the dark, or the kind of tension that builds when you’re standing too close to someone you want and you’ve spent your whole life refusing to want anything.
Hugh is already in trouble.
The festival is already in trouble.
And now Felix is, too.
Because once you break into a locked archive at dawn with a man who smells like cedar and defiance…
…you can’t pretend you’re just here for the paperwork.
BE MY VALENTINE is a high-heat MM small-town romance full of forced proximity, “one bad decision” escalation, competence kink, first real lines crossed, and the kind of kiss that changes the entire structural integrity of a man’s life.
