His Southern Comfort

That's what people call me...
Growing up with the last name Comfort meant that I'd inherited a legacy. In our small town, the older generation of Comfort men were known for three things: hard work, boozing, and tragedy. Some believed the latter was due to a curse that doomed every male in our bloodline to lose his true love tragically. I was of the mind that our fates were in our own hands.
With my father's passing, my brothers and I were the new generation of Comfort men. We were also known for three things: fighting, flirting, and another F word that I'd never use in mixed company. My oldest brother was the fighter, my baby brother was the flirt, and that left me. I'd earned the nickname Panty Dropper by the time I was legally allowed to drink.
It never bothered me much, until the day I laid eyes on a woman that made me want to be a better man. The only question was, would she see the real me, or would my past and the curse be too much...even for fate?

• Humor & Comedy
• Romance