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That moment when your spectacular one night stand turns out to be your sexy, older new boss. FML. Brantley Phipps doesn’t want a boyfriend. In his line of work, relationships are impossible. All he wants is one night of fun before he starts his 10-week rotation as assistant hotel director on a cruise ship. He scores the jackpot with a hot older guy who hits all his yes, please buttons and who wants the same thing as him. Their chemistry is explosive, hot damn. Talk about a night to remember. That should last him a while.

Lex is chaos personified. He’s strange and alluring, unpredictable and unique. He drives me wild in a way I’ve never experienced. I’ve never felt desire like this, and now I find myself craving his touch and wanting him more than I’ve ever wanted anyone. I know I shouldn’t trust him, though. Lex wants something from me, and my family. He watches me through hidden cameras, stalking me like prey. But his voyeurism excites me. I want him to watch me, catch me, consume me.

When I get ditched at the airport right before a holiday trip to the Bahamas, spending Christmas at home alone isn't all that appealing. So impulsively hopping on a plane to the most Christmasy place on earth seems like a good idea. At least until I realize I've got no plan, no place to stay, and nothing but beach clothes. Luckily, Arlo, the handsome B&B owner, comes to my rescue.

I made peace with my hopeless crush on my straight best friend, Journey, years ago. It helps that he’s never in the country long and our relationship consists of sporadic texts and video chats at odd hours. Now Journey is back. Back in the country, in my space, sharing my bed, and something is changing between us.

After John is introduced to Bridget, the woman his dad is going to marry, he quickly discovers that there's something wrong with her, something his dad knows nothing about. John decides to make it his quest to help her in any way he can.

When Ford wakes up in the hospital, it doesn't take long for him to realize he needs to confront the demons of his past. Meanwhile, the events of that night leave Coop envisioning a better future for himself. As they both try to find their way, they can't deny the bond they share. Yet, they struggle to fully embrace the love and acceptance they both deserve and crave. Tired of the back-and-forth, they decide to retake their shot at love, but continued obstacles with Coop's best friend, Ford's ex, and the person who once shattered Ford's world threaten their newfound happiness.

After constantly looking over my shoulder as I run for my life, I’m on the brink of giving up. On happiness. On love. On life. Which is why, when a familiar face shows up where I’m hiding, I shock myself by running again. Though, probably not as shocked as Zeus is when I run him off the road with my car. For some reason, my survival instinct is stronger than my mind is, and I find myself fighting for the life I’m not even sure I want.

Book Five of the Quint Adler Series. Emmett Fisk, a 92-year-old man, walks into Quint's brand new P.I. firm. He tells the heartbreaking story of his grandson's murder 20 years ago. How no one was ever arrested. How the cops no longer consider it an open case. And how Quint might be his last chance to find out what happened to his grandson. Feeling for the old man, and more than a little intrigued, Quint agrees to take the case. Quint Adler, P.I. is a decades-old murder mystery that will lead Quint down the most dangerous case of his career.

Between running a garage full of beefed-up gear-head mechanics and bailing my idiot brother out of trouble every other week, the last thing I have time for is a relationship. I’ve tried it too many times, and the ridiculous reasons I always find to end it have become a running joke around the garage. But I’ve learned my lesson. No. More. Boyfriends. I don’t care how many times Porter falls asleep drunk in my bed or how cute he looks covered in oil smears while I teach him how to fix up the vintage car he has rusting away in his garage; I’m not going to fall for him.

It took me over 35 years to admit to myself that I’m gay, another seven to find the courage to say it out loud to anyone else, and exactly 30 seconds to develop a massive crush on my daughter’s music teacher. It’s really not my fault. Have you even seen those cute bowties he wears? After everything it’s taken to get here, am I going to work up the nerve to come out to my ex-wife and my best friends?

I found Reed and loved him more than I loved myself. We were young... beautiful... entitled. Money and private schools, our families' lavish parties, and posh New York City apartments - it was all mere window dressing. What was real was our obsessive love, which grew right along with us as we moved toward adulthood. It consumed me, and only in his arms did I feel wanted and safe. But I have a secret. It's big and, to some, unforgivable. And it's why I let Reed destroy me, or maybe I destroyed us.

No more running. It’s a promise I’m making to myself. It’s also the vow I’ve given to each of the four men who came together in my darkest time of need. Even when I was taken against my will and trapped in the confines of my own mind, unable to access my memories, they never gave up on me. When I see the way they look at me—and in some cases, the way they look at each oth

Quint heads to Las Vegas and starts investigating the disappearance of Emmy Peters, a gorgeous 22-year-old showgirl. There are zero suspects and a scarcity of evidence. It's as if Emmy vanished into thin air. Quint remains determined, his investigation leading to gorgeous women, gambling, big-time casinos, and other Sin City trademarks. And yet, he's making very little progress.

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.

I might be the best-selling solo artist in the world, but my personal life is a disaster. For every number one album, there's a sea of my worsts, all documented in photos. Bad break-ups. Destroyed hotel rooms. Fights. Drugs. And just as many rumors. Every headline reaffirms the walls I've built around myself. Fame destroys everything it touches, and I can't let anyone close. The only exception is my best friend—Lowe Wilder

What would you do if you woke up to a different life? Because that’s what happened to me. I woke up in a hospital bed with my family and friends telling me everything I knew was nothing more than a coma-induced dream. The girl I love. The baby we’re having…all of it ripped away. In their place is a house I don’t recognize and a girl I’ve never seen before who’s claiming she’s my fiancée. To everyone around me, it’s clear my mind twisted around my real life to create a false one. As weeks pass and a few crucial memories return, it’s easy to see they’re right.

I was in the wrong place at the wrong time when Broderick Cross saved me from an untimely fate. I hated him with every fiber of my being, and I know he won’t touch me because I’m his best friend’s sister. Or that’s what I thought. But even with danger knocking on my door, the one I need protection from is him.

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.

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.

When I fled my small town home to fly across the globe for a potential job on a remote island, I did it on a whim. And let's just say my parents were not happy. According to them, the journey of self-discovery is not nearly as important as tending the family farm.