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It’s been two years since I was traded to the Stone Riders Motorcycle Club. While it saved my life, I was forced to leave behind the only person that ever mattered to me. Dripping with tattoos, his hair as dark as his soul, the brooding president of the Death Raiders still holds my heart… even if he doesn't seem to know what to do with it. Yet, Silas has watched me from afar for years, always protecting me from a distance and creating havoc on my tattered emotions. To love and be loved an arm's length away has been torture…until it seemed we might finally free ourselves of this pain.

Reed took all my firsts like a shiny present. He made promises with silky words I greedily kept as truths. But the moment I faltered, he took everything away. Now we're both guilty of sins. As we come together for Grandfather Ian's funeral, it's time to face what I've done - what we've done. The boy I've loved since age eight is now a man, his rage palpable, his turquoise eyes piercing me with an intensity that sets me on fire. Each delicious kiss seems to peel away our ugly past - a past we're desperate to escape.

Zach has been my ride-or-die since we were nine. Business partners, roommates, best friends... we do everything together. But the last thing either of us expected was to be staring 40 in the face just as single as we both were when we made a silly, drunken marriage pact 20 years ago. The problem? Zach is gay...and, well, I’m not.

Stud: A boss, knob, or nail head...or, you know, the hot guy who’s way too young to keep asking me out with that adorably earnest smile...It’s been three years since West walked into my bar and asked me out for the first time. I was relieved he stopped asking after the first few “no's" and a way-too-good-to-be-real kiss. He’s 15 years younger than I am; it can only lead to trouble.

Damiano’s parents have never had any faith in him, so it’s no surprise when his new boss doesn’t either. He’s determined to prove Graham Brandt wrong though, if only he could stop pushing the man’s buttons and dreaming about tearing them off. It’s frustrating being a hot-blooded young man, particularly when your sexy boss is straighter than the level he uses on job sites.

Simon has more or less moved out, Damon is burying his rage, and me? I'm in misery, trapped in the dark hole of unrequited love. I don't know where to turn. Entire days disappear where I have no idea how much time has passed. Just when I think my brother and I are doomed to our collective pain, we work out a truce that could patch up our friendship with Simon.

The pretty boy. The loner. Old Hollywood. I had all kinds of names as the least-known member of the most famous band in the world. Behind all the hype and masks, I'm just a Pretty Wreck. No one knows the disaster I am, my secrets hidden behind style and a smile. I've been running for as long as I can remember, but I can't get away from the gilded cage of fame. I don't know how much longer I'll be able to keep it together. I'm forced to go back on tour to play the summer concert circuit, and so is the guy I've avoided for two years.

After almost losing his life at sea, Quint Adler has been enjoying the downtime with his beautiful girlfriend, Cara. But the carefree days come to a crashing halt. Bay Area police receive a letter. A man claims he’s about to start a killing spree that will go down in history. And he mentions Quint by name, drawing him into the case. The killings begin and comparisons to The Zodiac abound, but it’s clear The Bay Area Butcher will surpass him in both victims and notoriety.

Five years ago, the military returned me home short a leg with scars covering one side of my body. I learned to live with it, I built a new life for myself, and I found a way to love the new body I was given…there’s just one thing I can’t accept. I have no right to want someone as vibrant and beautiful as Nolan, not when a very vital part of my anatomy doesn’t always work anymore. Alden can’t seem to stop meddling between the two of us, and I hate to admit it, but there’s something about him that manages to fix what’s broken in me.

Archer Hawkins and Mallory Halston literally run into each other and a true love story is born. Archer pursues Mallory, with absolute determination making him fall hook, line, and sinker. But just when they’re about to get everything they ever hoped, tragedy strikes, leaving Mal alone and adrift. Putting his past behind him, Mal stumbles upon Cooper’s Ridge. Changing his name to Carter, he takes a chance, becoming a bartender at The Last Drop Inn, and embarking on a new life....

When my world was ripped out from under me, I craved solitude so that I could heal. It became a habit until I saw her. She might hate me, but that’s okay. She doesn’t know that she’s my obsession. And I’m the only one who can protect her, because she’s mine.

I wanted to create an audio bundle that only contains fantasy stories. These tales are graphic in nature and are intended for adults only. All characters depicted are 18 or older. Enjoy! Includes "Soul Mates", "Almost Good", Erotic Quests", and much more.

After the fallout between me, my brother, and Simon, I find myself either wallowing in a black pit of depression or lashing out with vicious rage. Technically, Simon still lives in the condo the three of us bought together, but ever since our relationship imploded months ago, I've barely seen him.

To notorious bad boy Tempest Callahan, I was the overlooked best friend, an annoying sidekick to his baby sister who trailed behind him and lurked in the shadows, eavesdropping on his every delicious word. Now we're older and at the same college. Despite the very real possibility he wouldn't return my feelings, I had to try. But I didn't know his secrets when I admired his gorgeous face and his Adonis body.

In the 1950s, comics meant POW! BAM! superheroes, family-friendly gags, and Sunday funnies, but in the 1960s, inspired by these strips and the satire of MAD magazine, a new generation of creators set out to subvert the medium, and with it, American culture. Their “comix” presented tales of taboo sex, casual drug use, and a transgressive view of society. Dirty Pictures is the essential exploration of a truly American art form that re-contextualized the way people thought about war, race, sex, gender, and expression.

I don't think we even begin to understand love until we've lost the one we thought we'd spend the rest of our life with. I don't think we begin to understand ourselves until we realize that it's most likely our fault. And I don't think we begin to understand life until we understand it comes in so many shades of gray. You can be a good person and still do irrevocable harm. Life is messy, so f--king messy. I hate it. Or maybe I hate myself. I thought for a long time I hated him.

She ran and hid in one of the biggest cities in the world. It’s the best place to remain anonymous if you try hard enough. But that all comes crashing down when I spend the night with her. My new assistant. I made a vow to never mention the night we spent together again. She didn’t know who I was and I preferred to keep it that way. But when her past comes back to haunt her I’m the only one who can help her fight the demons that curse her.

All I’ve ever wanted is to go to college and get out of Kensley. That small town is all I’ve ever known. I want to be free to be myself, not stifled by small minds in the football-loving town where I grew up. Then I blew my one and only chance. Now, I’m just stuck. Stuck in small-town life with the same small-town people I’ve always known. Stuck where I don’t want to be. Constantly on the defense and hiding secrets about myself. To never be the real me.

They say your first love leaves a mark. For Calliope James, it didn't only leave a mark, it tore out her heart and left it bleeding on the ground. He was her best friend. Her first kiss. Her everything. Until one day, he wasn't. Zachary Messiah will never forget the girl with eyes the color of whiskey. But he's not that boy anymore. Cold. Cruel. He's devoid of emotion. Their paths were never supposed to cross again. But love doesn't always play by the rules.

You might be asking yourself how a guy like me ended up on a fashion reality TV show. You may also be asking why I agreed to be a designer’s apprentice with no intelligible sewing skills. Cake. Delicious, fluffy, flour-laden, sugary cake—the beginning of my downfall. If it weren’t for that cake, I’d have never bribed Mai Sakamoto for more. We’d have never developed a friendship. I wouldn’t know of her dreams to become a fashion designer. And I’d sure as hell would never have ended up on a reality TV show to help her chase those dreams.