Fixer Upper Series by Quinn Ward

A single dad, a small town, and one very persistent carpenter. LUKE. Noah needs my help. His house is a disaster—leaky pipes, warped floors, and enough structural issues to make any contractor cringe. Lucky for him, I love a good project. The problem? Noah himself. He’s all sharp edges and stubborn pride, with a permanent scowl that shouldn’t be attractive—but somehow is... moreA single dad, a small town, and one very persistent carpenter. LUKE. Noah needs my help. His house is a disaster—leaky pipes, warped floors, and enough structural issues to make any contractor cringe. Lucky for him, I love a good project. The problem? Noah himself. He’s all sharp edges and stubborn pride, with a permanent scowl that shouldn’t be attractive—but somehow is. Between fixing up his house and bonding with his ridiculously adorable kid, I start to realize… maybe I want more than just another job. Too bad Noah’s made it clear he doesn’t have time for casual flings. And I don’t do commitment. So why does walking away feel like the one thing I can’t fix? NOAH. I bought a fixer-upper. I didn’t realize it came with an infuriating, too-charming-for-his-own-good contractor. Luke Garrett is everything I don’t have time for—loud, flirtatious, and way too eager to worm his way past my defenses. I hired him to repair my house, not my life. But the more time we spend together, the harder it is to ignore the way he looks at me—or the way I catch myself looking back. He makes me want things I’ve tried to ignore my entire life. Letting Luke in would be a mistake. I’ve built walls for a reason, and I can’t afford to let them come crashing down. Even if, for the first time in a long time, it feels like someone is actually worth the risk. less

He had everything under control—until one late-night conversation changed everything. I like my life neat. Predictable. Controlled. Running the family construction business keeps me busy enough, and living above the office means I never really clock out—but at least my space is mine. Then Jules crashes into my world like a dropped paint can. They’re all bright colors and big feelings, with a talent for art and a knack for leaving coffee cups everywhere they shouldn’t be... moreHe had everything under control—until one late-night conversation changed everything. I like my life neat. Predictable. Controlled. Running the family construction business keeps me busy enough, and living above the office means I never really clock out—but at least my space is mine. Then Jules crashes into my world like a dropped paint can. They’re all bright colors and big feelings, with a talent for art and a knack for leaving coffee cups everywhere they shouldn’t be. When they find themself suddenly in need of a place to stay, I offer up my spare room before I can think better of it. Now, my once-quiet apartment is full of music, mess, and the kind of late-night conversations that stick with you long after they’re over. It’s supposed to be temporary. They were supposed to be a guest. I’m not supposed to want them to stay. But the more time we spend together, the more those sharp edges between us start to soften. And somewhere between paint splatters and unexpected laughter, I start to wonder if the life I built for myself was really complete… or just empty. Room to Spare is a grumpy/sunshine, forced proximity queer romance featuring slow burn tension, one bed (kind of), a non-binary main character, and a contractor who discovers that maybe perfection isn’t the goal—maybe it’s love. less