Her Beary Hot Summer

Hi, I’m Lark, a neurodivergent teacher who keeps her life in neat, color-coded boxes inside a productivity app.Teaching at Barrington Prep? Blue.Grad school coursework? Green.Family and (only) friend? Yellow.Meetups with Mr. Good Time, my anonymous masked Dom? RedEvery time block makes perfect, practical sense… even the NSA D/s situationship.

Until my OB/GYN drops a bomb: I’m still in my late twenties, but a rare condition is fast-tracking me toward early menopause.

Cue the collapse of my perfectly time-blocked life:

Mr. Good Time dumps me the second I ask him to help me make a baby to avoid expensive fertility treatments.

I have to drop out of grad school and pick up a second job—but in this economy? Still not enough to afford IVF.

And no, my snooty prep school won’t give me a raise. I already asked.

Then my only friend invites me to her poly wedding in a mysterious mountain town I’ve never heard of.

The moment I walk into the town’s only bar, the smoking-hot bartender growls that I smell like honey. His identical twin brother? Also looking at me like I’m dessert.

Just when I think I should back away slowly, the ovulation alarm on my wearable fertility tracker goes off. For the first time in months.

If I want a baby, the free (and possibly fun) way, it’s now or never.

Oh, and apparently the twins have a tall, dark, and handsome roommate.

So much for color-coded plans.

Looks like I’m in for a beary, beary, beary hot summer… with one huge twist I never saw coming.