Until he runs across an old friend who seems more than happy to see him, and the attraction is instantaneous. But can the magic of Christmas and a love he'd never known be enough to make him think about giving up his wandering ways? Through the years, Kevin found himself wondering about Peter and where he wound up when he was pulled from their community into yet another "home." But when they reconnect again, he discovers that in all his travels, Peter never had a real home. As Kevin's feelings deepen, he knows the one thing he needs to do to keep Peter is show him that true happiness boils down to opening yourself to love. And a little mistletoe doesn't hurt either.

    It doesn't take Finn long to realize that Blytheville isn't just a sleepy Ozark town. The Brotherhood Motorcycle Club has its hands in everything from guns to drugs to whores and Blytheville's under its thumb. Finn is determined to steer clear of the club and its members. Saint lives every moment with his back against the wall, juggling secrets and hiding the truth. The moment he sees Finn, his carefully crafted life begins to unravel and he's helpless to resist the attraction that flares between them. “Is something wrong?” Finn asked carefully and Saint’s eyes were large and turbulent when they flicked to Finn’s. “God damn it,” Saint gasped as he rushed at Finn. “What?” Finn jumped and took a few steps back before Saint’s hands locked around Finn’s face. Saint’s eyes were wild as his mouth collided with Finn’s and he growled as his tongue swept past Finn’s lips. Saint was ruthless and hungry. His tongue thrust and probed urgently and Finn could only hang on as he was thrown back. His hands clung to Saint’s shoulders as complete shock and a little fear flooded Finn’s brain. Saint groaned as one hand slid through Finn’s hair and cupped the back of his head and the other wrapped around Finn’s neck. Saint angled his head, taking the kiss deeper and heat and need exploded. Finn locked an arm around Saint’s neck and the taste of mint and wind had his nerves flickering. Saint pulled back and another hoarse growl tore from his throat as he pushed Finn’s t-shirt up his chest and whipped it over his head. Finn blinked, dazed and breathless, then hissed when Saint’s lips and tongue attacked the corner of his neck. “You smell so good,” Saint panted as his hands roamed over Finn’s chest and stomach. They were rough, covered with callouses and huge as they gripped and slid over Finn’s body frantically while his teeth grazed Finn’s skin. “What is that?” He asked and Finn forced his eyes open as he tried to remember. “It’s a beeswax and jojoba based apothecary blend I order from New York,” he said and Saint raised his head. “What?” He asked as his head pulled back in confusion. Finn shook his head. “Never mind,” he said as he reached for Saint and pulled his lips to his. Finn’s fingers dug into Saint’s hair and he tugged at the elastic band and hummed in delight as it slipped off and Saint’s hair fell. It was warm and feathery soft against the backs of Finn’s hands and the smell of shampoo filled Finn as he sucked on Saint’s lower lip. There was a soft grunt and Finn was pinned against the wall and his eyes flared as the hard heat of Saint’s erection pressed against the corner of Finn’s thigh. Saint’s hands wrapped around Finn’s ass and he ground his hips as he groaned Finn’s name. Then, those large hands locked around Finn’s shoulders, holding Finn against the wall as Saint stepped back. His eyes were dark and hard as they poured into Finn’s before they slid down Finn’s body. “Son of a bitch,” Saint complained under his breath and Finn looked down and frowned. Aside from a very serious and obvious hard-on pushing against the front of his sweatpants, Finn couldn’t see anything remarkable about his appearance. “Is something wroooohhh…” The question turned into a moan when Saint grabbed the front of Finn’s pants and boxers and tugged them down, releasing Finn’s pulsing length. Saint shook his head but his eyes were locked on Finn’s cock.

     All I wanted was to come home and have an enjoyable Thanksgiving with my parents. But I should have known that wasn't going to happen. We've always had a rocky relationship, we're not close by any means.I was much closer to my best friend's family. Ethan lived across the street from me growing up and we were always incredibly close. His house was a second home to me. So when he saw me outside of my parent's house, he offered to let me spend Thanksgiving with them.Which would be great, if I wasn't trying to hide the fact that I'm still madly in love with him.I never thought I'd see him again.I was elated when I saw Daniel sitting outside of his parent's old house. When he went away after High School, I was convinced he'd never come back to this town. I have missed him ever since he left...So when he agreed to spend Thanksgiving with my family, I couldn't be happier. And finally, I think I might have the courage to tell him how I really feel. I was a coward when we were younger, when I was still trying to figure myself out, but things are different now. At least, I hope everything will be different now.Because I still really, really want him.This standalone novel is currently on sale for .99! It comes complete with HEA ending and bonus material from two of my other books!

    When another lonely holiday seems like too much weight to shoulder, Mason gives up on romance and seeks out the next best thing—rented company. Jack is everything a person could want in an escort: willing, hot, and built like an angel. Mason can't resist. After all, who wouldn't be interested in a guy who loves kid's movies, is a self-professed Peter Pan, and has no problem throwing caution to the wind at a moment's notice. But then interest quickly blooms into a whole new emotion—an emotion that Mason knows far too well, especially when Jack has no interest in returning it, preferring to keep his heart safely tucked away in Neverland.

    The victim of a violent hate crime, he leaves South Africa and takes a job aboard a private yacht to escape.
When his partner reappears after three years, he wonders if there is something left for them to rebuild. But the ocean isn’t ready to let go of him quite yet.Reader Advisory: This book contains threats of sexual violence and mentions of suicidal thoughts. This is a re-release with minor edits and corrections.

    And I don't think I want to.” Jake never thought he'd wind up back in the small town of Fairfield, Georgia. But when he decides that New York City is no longer the right place for a single dad to raise his young son, that’s just where he goes. With nothing but a bag full of clothes and his dad's broken-down old Camaro, they make the move back to the town that Jake once called home. There, he begins a new life as one of the town's police deputies. “You wanna spend some real time alone with me, Officer?” When taking his Camaro in to the shop, he meets the town's hot-as-hell mechanic, Matt. The spark between them is instantaneous, and though Jake has never been with a man before, the chemistry between them can't be ignored. There's a couple of problems, though. Matt's deeply homophobic father threatens everything about the new relationship, and Jake's not ready to tell his son that he's moving on, let alone with another man. “You don’t have to tell me everything, but please, talk to me.” What begins as a simple hookup quickly turns more complicated when Jake's son catches them in the act, and word travels quickly in this small town. When Matt's father rejects his son's new boyfriend, what began as a warning soon turns more threatening. And when fires crop up around town, both Jake and Matt will have to decide which is more important: their love or the safety of their families? This book was previously sold as “Georgia Heat” by Lola Carson.

    While on a run his first day in Southport, Cullen comes upon a man sitting on a park bench staring out over the Cape Fear River with his Bible in hand. The man’s body language reeks of defeat and desperation, and unable to ignore his compassion for his fellow man, Cullen stops to offer a helping hand. Southport Baptist Church’s Associate Pastor, Abel Weston, has a hard time managing his demons. When they get too overwhelming, he retreats to Southport’s Historic Riverwalk with his Bible in hand and stares out over the water, praying for help and guidance that never seem to come. But Abel soon discovers that help and guidance come in many forms. An unexpected friendship develops between the two men, and as Cullen helps Abel begin to confront his doubts and fears, he comes face-to-face with his own reality, threatening both their futures.

    But things are not that easy, especially when people can’t see past the ex-convict, and getting a job is harder than ever. Meanwhile, Kyle has finally come to terms with his own sexuality and does the hardest thing he’s ever done in his life: getting a divorce from his wife, Jessica, with whom he has a toddler named Ryan. He leaves both behind in a bid to rebuild his life and to become the father he dreams of being to his son. It’s in this hurricane of life-changing events that Logan and Kyle end up meeting each other by chance in a small town far away from their previous lives. The spark between them is immediate and strong, but they both try to fight it, coming up with excuses not to pursue it. While their friendship evolves, they find themselves even more attracted to each other. But will Logan trust he can find love with another man while his past is still so present? And is Kyle ready to invest in his first gay relationship at the same time as he’s fighting for his son’s custody? Set in a small town with quirky characters and all the peculiarities that only a small town can offer, Logan and Kyle embark on a journey that could change their lives forever. But will they feel free to follow through? WARNING This book contains explicit sexual scenes as well as some graphic language. It is intended for a mature, adult audience.

     Sure, going undercover in a gay BDSM club run by the mob isn’t exactly an everyday assignment. Still, as a cop specializing in undercover work, Rick Delaney is used to tough gigs. The real issue is that Rick’s expected to go under with someone he barely knows. But Rick’s partner is suspended, and he doesn’t have a choice. Newly transferred detective Jon Messina’s short a partner, too, except that his was murdered by the mafia. Jon may seem breezy and lighthearted, but he has a score to settle. And to do so, he’s willing to do whatever it takes. Except that it may take more than either of them can afford. Because their cover as a dom and sub couple spins out of control the minute they set foot into mafia-controlled sex club Gomorrah. What should be mere pretense threatens to become desperately real. And if Rick can’t control his desires, he’s going to get them both killed. Length: 31,000 words

    Is seeing really believing? Hank would never dream of coming on to the most striking guy at the bar—but it’s his lucky night since Thomas, the burgundy-haired vision in black lipstick and mirrored shades, takes it upon himself to make the first move.While the encounter itself is mind-blowing, the hot-and-heavy grapple in the janitor’s closet isn’t the only way in which Thomas blows Hank’s mind.

    Can Jason and Morgan make a relationship work without Paul?For years the three of them had been inseparable, first as friends, then lovers. It's been ten years since they parted for what was supposed to be a year apart to pursue their dreams. This isn't the reunion they planned then. It's nine years too late for one thing, and they are one man short for another.In the years since Paul's death, Morgan hasn't exactly been waiting for Jason to reach out to him. He's been too busy trying to forget, to move on. Until Jason sends the right message. Is the painting just an excuse to see his ex again?

    He's stuck in a rut, uninspired by his job, and in love with a man who has no clue. Thinking a change of scenery and company will do his aching heart some good, he goes off on a road trip with his best friend, only to find that the answers to his problems may have been right there in front of him all along.

    The last thing he expects is for his friend’s roommate to be the one guy he despises the most. The same guy who stomped on his heart senior year of high school. And by the looks of the girl on his arm, the same man who’s still deep inside the closet. Nicholas Dell never predicted that eleven years later, one of his greatest regrets would show up on his doorstep down on his luck. Nick has made some terrible mistakes—story of his life—and he’s been paying for them ever since. And if the guilt and shame aren’t enough, his first crush had to turn into one of the sexiest men he’s ever laid eyes on. Nick and Brin have weeks to steer clear of each other. Weeks to avoid strangling each other. But when stubbornness leads to skyrocketing sexual tension, hate-sex doesn’t seem like such an awful way to work through their frustration. Except hate is a powerful emotion, especially when it’s turned inward. And in Nick’s case he’s been drowning in a sea of self-loathing for so long, he can’t see his way out. As Brin reconnects with Nick, his perception of what really happened in their past begins to change. He’s finally ready to forgive him and take a second chance on the one guy who stirs him like no other. But Nick’s demons are complicated, heart-wrenching…demanding. So devastating, he might never allow himself true happiness—even with the one man who’s always owned his heart.

    Jacob Nussbaum knows this better than anyone. He's a corporate lawyer deep inside a huge New York firm, where he works overtime, sacrifices any chance at a personal life, and has been selling his soul for years. With a secretary as his only friend, he trudges on, until his whole world is blown apart by a manila envelope of photos—evidence that one of the firm’s partners is the dirtiest lawyer in one hell of a filthy business.In search of the truth, Jacob travels to a small northern Wisconsin fishing resort. There he meets Ben Anderson, a brutally lonely man, who knocks him off his feet. Ben prompts Jacob to reevaluate his life. He’s a dozen years older than Jacob, still recovering from the death of his long time love, and doesn’t want to leave anyone a widower. But a jaded New Yorker on a soul-searching mission might be just the man to convince the grieving Ben that it's never too late to begin again.

    Lunch twice a week with his ex-girlfriend-turned-BFF and the occasional messy venture to a dodgy gay bar is all the company he needs, right? Then one night he stumbles across newly divorced firefighter Rupert O’Neil. Rupert is lost and lonely, but just about the sweetest bloke Jodi has ever known. Add in the heady current between them, and Jodi can’t help falling hard in love. He offers Rupert a home within the walls of his cosy Tottenham flat—a sanctuary to nurture their own brand of family—and for four blissful years, life is never sweeter. Until a cruel twist of fate snatches it all away. A moment of distraction leaves Jodi fighting for a life he can’t remember and shatters Rupert’s heart. Jodi doesn’t know him—or want to. With little left of the man he adores, Rupert must cling to what remains of his shaky faith and pray that Jodi can learn to love him again.