I’m living the dream, playing summer festivals to massive crowds.
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My band is on fire, my best friend by my side and we’re on top of the world.
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I fell for him in the heat of the summer. I fell for the stars in his eyes.
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The way he said my name. I’ll never love anyone the same.
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But our story ended when it was just beginning.
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Fame gave me more than I could ever imagine, but I’ll forever suffer the cost.
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The summer of love and loss would forever be a stain on my heart.
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I used to think life didn’t come with second chances, until we’re reunited for a world tour as dual headliners.
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Only he thinks I’m happily married, when in reality, my life is crumbling.
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My team won’t let me announce my divorce, leaving him to believe I’m off limits.
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We gave up on forever and I’d give anything for another shot at love.
Royal
Welcome to my hell. Banished to this forsaken celebrity timeout—with my best friend—to play emotional chicken because I can’t admit I’m attracted to him.
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I spent the last decade performing next to him. I’ve never looked at him as more until—he wore a skirt on stage. With smeared eye-liner and his filthy smile bent over, singing to a packed crowd and it’s getting too hot under these stage lights.
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I can’t be with him—not like that. Not where we grew up. My father beat every inch of anything ‘unmanly’ out of me.
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Aspen
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I finally found the courage to embrace who I am. Costumes and skirts and fishnets—fully owning my grungy punk rock lifestyle.
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The fans love it and the internet goes wild, driving us to a whole new level of fame. I’m on top of the world and finally dealing with my trauma until I realize my best friend won’t speak to me.
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He won’t even look me in the eyes when we are on stage. And then it hits me—is he—turned on? Two can play this game.
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I’ll push every button until he gives me what I want.
My soul mate is my natural enemy.​ Or close enough.
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He’s a vampire and I’m a wolf.
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Our kinds are at war. A centuries old blood war.
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I can’t stay away from him. I hate him, but I want him.
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Our love is a standoff. For every inch I take, he pushes a mile.
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The world is against us. But I’m so tired of fighting the ties between us.
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For every wolf that dies at the hands of a vampire, I feel more guilty.
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Yet I go to him over and over and we use each other just enough until next time.​ I can’t stop.
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We both swear it’ll be the last time, but here we are again.
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The cycle never ends.​ But this time it has to.
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I must either choose him and betray my people or walk away for good.
Turns out trading a spot on the cheerleading squad for a fresh fade and all-new pronouns was more of a recipe for disaster than happiness.
Coming out as trans in rural Alabama, where football rules and cheer is life, might have been the worst way to start my senior year.
There are no safety nets for people like me in places like this.
But sometimes, hope shows itself in the most unexpected places.
New friends help us survive —and maybe— thrive. But falling for Sebastian was not part of the plan.
Embracing my identity put my happiness at odds with my safety.
I’m terrified. Terrified to be me. Terrified to be happy. Terrified to love him.
Welcome to senior year.
Try to make it out alive.
I hate Jasper Marshal. Hate is a visceral and terrible word, but it's the right one.
This guy is everything I’m not. Jock. Sports ball obsessed. Testosterone fueled. Jacked up.
He's also sexy as hell with a submissive side I discovered by accident. Definitely an accident. If you want to call him on his knees in my kitchen an accident.
He pushes all my buttons good and bad.
And to top it off, he’s my best friend Sam's brother.
I’d become really good at avoiding Jasper since high school, but then Sam asked us both to be the best men at his wedding. Now, not only do I have to work with him to plan a bachelor party in vegas, we need to survive a destination wedding…in Hawaii.
It's hard enough to be civil so we don't ruin the wedding, but on top of that, I have to resist the urge to drag Jasper into every back room I can find and show him how much I hate him, all while trying not to get into a fist fight.
One of us isn’t going to survive this, so may the best man win.
Weston doesn’t believe in voodoo but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t believe in him. His life and family were steeped in the stuff and it was fine, until voodoo took everything from him, ripped his life from his grasp. And when it swallowed whole the person he loved most he had to escape.
But there were consequences. His voodoo goddess wasn’t going to let go of him so easily, and her revenge was the pinnacle of evil. He could have dealt with something like impotence or boils, but this was purely depraved. She came for him and hit him where it hurts. She might as well have taken his guns.
Weston found himself unable to lie.
A hitman who can’t lie.
What a joke.
When his handler throws him a bone, a job that requires no interaction only observation, Weston takes it. He should be able to do this in his sleep, but he’s off his game. He gets way too close. Nothing is as it seems, and someone else, maybe someone worse than him, is stalking his mark. But he can’t leave the kid high and dry. Not when Eli is all he can think about.
Avoiding sleeping with women was my specialty, an art form even.
As the future King of England I couldn’t be caught sleeping with men.
My whole life played out in front of the paparazzi, and they didn’t miss a thing.
I had a carefully crafted womanizing persona to maintain.
My life came with rules, all of which I broke when I couldn’t resist a one night stand with the enemy: A beautiful paparazzo with a heart of gold.
He may be the only person who doesn’t want me for my title, and he can never be anything more than my secret.
But secrets have a way of coming out and not only will they scare him away, but they’ll lose me the crown.
Titus had lived and breathed religion his entire life, tucked away from the rest of the world in a compound in northern Wyoming.
He’s destined to be the next leader of the church, deemed so by the Prophet.
God spoke and with His word He created.
But God made a mistake.
Titus isn’t worthy.
He was born sick and it’s solidified when he rescues the most beautiful man he’s ever seen.
Torn between fidelity to his faith or his soul, Titus must reconcile the two parts of himself before he’s discovered hiding among the chosen.
James failed.
He tried to be what they wanted.
He tried to deny it.
He tried to be a good Catholic boy…but it’s become too much.
He craves pain, submission.
He’s denied himself far too long, and it’s eating him alive.
Charles thrives off the exchange of power.
He knows the world revolves around control.
It’s given and taken like currency, in business and in pleasure.
He won’t get attached, though, or so he tells himself, until James turns his world upside down.
He’s defiant and snarky, but Charles can taste the submission on him.
Charles holds the key to his salvation but James has to Say Yes.
Stark is too old to be selling himself, or his services.
He’s too set in his ways, too piled in grief, and well...it’s been too long.
But when your best friend is a big demanding drag queen, and hosting the event, it’s impossible to say no.
It's one night, he convinces himself and then he can get back to his reclusive life.
Scotty could handle the club for one night.
It’s was Christmas Eve after all, and the auction was for charity.
If she saw her ex she could deal with it, she hoped and it wasn’t like she had to bid on anyone.
But when she comes back from the bar she finds her best friend had other plans, and now she has a date with a mysterious dominant.
Love is for peasants; nobles marry for power. These are the rules Jocelynn has lived by. She is expected to be the poised and perfect vision of relentless power. Set to inherit the House of Akillie, she was bred to rule, and no man has ever turned her head—until now.
Madden achieved the impossible, the first in over a century to escape the life of hard labor and earn a place among the elite. With the chance for a fresh start, he has to stay focused, not damn himself by falling for the one girl forbidden to him.
Madden was Jocelynn’s experiment in freedom, and she didn’t mean to fall. But now she can't live without him. He’s worth running from everything she’s ever known.
With no other options, Jocelynn turns to a formidable group of rebels to escape her fate. But with a war to be won, the rebels have their own agenda. Drowning in a game of power and politics, Madden and Jocelynn can’t trust anyone if they want to make it out alive.
Steven is tall, dark, and damaged. He doesn't let anyone close, comfortable on the outside of normal life where he can hide his scars behind a wall so high that nothing gets through…except them.
Despite a childhood marred with black and blue, he's survived and moved in with his two best friends, Sam and Charlie.
Life should get better, but it was Sam who held him when the dark threatened to swallow him whole, Sam who gave him a place that felt like home, and Sam who knew every scar and every broken place.
And it's all been taken away with Charlie sharing Sam's bed.
Without his former comfort, Steven realizes what's been hiding in the deep corners of his heart, and the truth sinks him like a weight.
He’s in love with one or maybe both of his roommates.
Navigating unrequited love tears Steven apart and brings him to the precipice, and he has to choose: his feelings or Sam’s…and Charlie’s?
