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Marshall Lloyd is about to be very not fine. Not only is his high school crush back in his life, but he’s matured into a gruff, brooding, drop-dead gorgeous specimen of a man who makes Marshall’s wet dreams seem about as exciting as drying paint. The only problem? Fox Fraser, the individual in question, is straight. Super straight. The kind of straight that would make a ruler jealous.

Gabe Mitchell isn't listening. What's worse, ever since he moved back to the small town he thought he'd left for good, he's turned into a habitual rule breaker. Falling for his straight best friend, Clark Summers? Check. Falling for his straight best friend, Clark Summers, who also happens to be his newest mature student? Check. And don't you dare get him started about what's going on down south, because Gabe doesn't need to check that to know he's in deep.

They call me a bad boy, and 13 years ago, they would have been right. I’ve done things I’m not proud of. Served time. Broken hearts and bones alike. But I’m a changed man now. I don’t break the law for a living anymore; I write books about guys like me falling in love with other guys. It’s as close to a happily ever after as I think I’ll get.... Until Colton shows up in my remote cabin in the middle of a snowstorm, so timid and young and sweet. I’ve given up my wicked ways, but damn if he doesn’t make me want to do bad, bad things....

They say joining the Army changes a man...too bad Chris never got the memo. Sure, his battle-sculpted body and brooding blue eyes are hotter than asphalt in summer, but he's still every bit the jerk he was before leaving their small town for the military years ago. Pompous. Arrogant. Cocky as hell...and constantly on Warren’s mind. It should be easy to ignore him. Straight single dads aren't worth pining over, and straight a--holes even less.

My name is Patrick Neumann, and I have the world’s worst-kept secret — I’m in love with my boss, Aaron (aka: Nyx), and everyone knows it but him. You’d think an award-winning romance author would be able to spot his own happily ever after a mile away, but nope. Aaron is clueless. I could show up on his doorstep in a jockstrap with a rose clenched between my teeth and he’d still think I only want to be friends.

It's a good thing I'm resourceful, because come what may, I'm not going to stop until I make Sawyer Jonathan Aston mine.