Now he’s dodging a posse of angry yobs, his head reeling from more than the missile that just hit him. Just who is this stranger sprinting at his side? By the time it’s safe for him and Raf to emerge from their refuge, there’s a definite connection between them. And yet there’s something about Raf’s story that doesn’t quite add up. Will Barney's I-dared-to-believe dreams go up in smoke or is this New Year’s Eve the one Where Forever Started?

    I have panic attacks. I get so overwhelmed in situations my body rails against me; my breathing falters, my heart races and my limbs go numb. So naturally, I thought it was a great idea to pop into a hardcore sex club and take a peek around. Okay, so that’s not exactly how it happened. I researched ‘The Steel Door’, a BDSM club in my area, for nearly a year before I got the nerve to sign the required membership paperwork and go in for my first visit. What was a nervous guy like me doing in such a place? It was the only step I knew to take to hopefully find what it was I was looking for. I needed a Daddy; someone to look after me and help me out when I got nervous. Someone to watch over me and care for me and help me make decisions. Being a little spoke to me; I wanted to be able to let go of all my worries and have the love of my Daddy to make me strong. The revelation came after accidentally running across a website and seeing a video of a scene between a Daddy and his boy. I realized what I was witnessing was everything I craved. After that video, I studied blogs, videos...every piece of research I could find until I knew without a doubt this was the path I was meant to follow. I had to take the first step of entering the club if I ever hoped to find my Daddy. Too bad I got one look of the main floor before my old pal anxiety came around for a visit. But a gorgeous man came to my rescue. He was kind and gentle and everything I’d been dreaming of for months. If I could build my perfect Daddy, this man was him. But would he be turned off by my nervous nature, like so many people in my past? Could he possibly understand and share my wants and needs? Declan - I remember when ‘The Steel Door’ first opened. I’d been a member of an online group for years with people pursuing or interested in the BDSM lifestyle. I lived in a relatively small city, so anything outside the box was more or less unheard of. A brand spanking (get it...spanking?) new gay club - a BDSM gay club at that - seemed like a gift from leather clad angels. The problem was that because we were from a smaller city, the selection of patrons was limited. Don’t get me wrong; membership was booming, but mostly with well-established couples looking to meet up with others; to make friends with like-minded people in the lifestyle. To have a place where their preferences weren’t questioned, but celebrated. And to use the well stocked play rooms. Sure, there were singles who came around, but usually they were looking for something different than I was. They wanted to be dominated, or to dominate, but I craved something much different. I wanted someone I could care for and look after; to support and love. I wanted to be someone’s Daddy. Not only that, but I wanted to share a mature, sexual relationship with my boy as well. Even if a visiting little came to the club to play, they never wanted to play for keeps. I was looking for my forever boy. After years of having my hopes dashed, I nearly gave up hope. But one night at the club, I saw the most beautiful boy I’d ever laid eyes on. He was perfect. He was also freaking out. I had to help him. Could this lovely nervous boy be the one I’ve been searching for? The one to accept my love and guidance and make me whole? Could I have found my forever boy? *This book is for readers 18 and up! It has no cliffhangers or cheating, and a very happy HEA. This title is very low to no angst and features an age play romance between a caring Daddy and his boy who is so sweet, he’ll cause your teeth to tingle! The book features ABDL elements as well as spanking and domination. As with my other reads, if “instalove” isn’t your thing, this book may not be for you. I want my readers to finish my books with a smile on their face and a fierce case of the warm and fuzzies.

    He came without warning. Without permission. I didn’t want him there, and a small part of me loathed his very existence. But then something changed. Overnight, he became everything to me. I loved him. I cherished him. He was mine. But they took him from me. They tore him from my life with such cruelty, my heart wept. My soul cried. For years I went without him. Until… He was back. And everything had changed. Our bond was deeper. Our needs greater. He was my addiction. But it was dangerous. Too dangerous to hold on to. Too dangerous to keep. Loving him like this wasn’t safe. Loving him… was wrong. **This book contains content of a taboo nature. Please heed warning**

    I couldn’t be caught in my deception, or my family and friends would abandon me. But my fears became reality and I was cast away as if I were garbage. Then this man, a stranger, took me home and showed me that love can take on many forms, that I’m not filled with sin or doomed to go to hell because I’m gay. He showed me that I’m not broken. I don’t need to be fixed. What I need is to be nurtured and cared for. This man showed me it’s okay to be his boy and to call him daddy… Seth was a good Christian son raised in a very conservative church. He learned early on that the world is evil and filled with sinners—but the most horrible thing you can be is gay. When his shame is discovered, he’s shipped off to a special camp that fixes deviants like him. Years have passed since then, yet he still runs from himself every day.Malcolm was a good daddy for almost 10 years before his boy died. No longer daring to be too close with another man again, he’s avoided clubs and old friends that remind him of a life filled with a joy he can no longer have. Unable to find a purpose in his lonely existence, he spends night after night in a dive bar at the edge of town. However, witnessing a scared young man being harassed by two bullies jolts him out of his misery.No one messes with someone vulnerable and helpless on his watch…

    Another client: another case. He'll source what they need and be on his way. But he's been missed by more people than he thought: his ex-wife, his ex-lover, and his ex-business partner. And at least one of them wants him the hell gone again. Freeman – private, controlled – just does his job. But when he strikes up an unusual friendship with the young runaway Kit, trouble comes looking for both men, ready to expose secrets that can destroy their fragile trust. Yet, for Kit, Freeman's more than ready for the challenge. Author note: this version has been edited slightly from the 2013 version, which in its turn was edited more extensively from the 2009 version.

    Success. Money. Acclaim. I was standing on the doorstep to having it all when my father handed me an impossible ultimatum: travel to middle-of-nowhere Alaska to convince Gage Emerson to return to work or don’t bother coming back.Gage: Power and prosperity are overrated. Especially when they come at a price. When enough became enough, I walked away, forging a new, quieter life for myself in small-town Sawyer’s Ferry. That life was perfect, until one day Holden Prescott, son of my former business partner, showed up in my backyard. And he isn’t taking no for an answer.Nothing had ever tempted me to look back, but now I’m not so sure I can walk away a second time.

    Charlie is back in his hometown of Chester Falls for his sister's wedding. What he needs is a date to keep him away from the wandering hands of his ex. Prince Kristof of Lydovia, or simply Kris, needs an escape from the latest press scandal. Hiding away in an American small town doesn't mean he can't pretend to not be royal, or be someone's boyfriend. Especially when that someone keeps falling all over him, literally.Intense chemistryA family weddingToo many secrets When their fake relationship starts to feel very real, and the press closes in, how will Kris and Charlie handle the fallout? And when the truth comes out will Charlie catch his prince, or will he let him go? Welcome to Chester Falls, where you can expect to meet sweet men, sexy situations, interfering friends, lots of feels, and a happy ever after.Book One in the Chester Falls series. How To Catch a Prince is a sweet and steamy MM romance novel with no cliffhanger, and a guaranteed HEA.

     At twenty-three years old, he's suddenly the head of a multibillion dollar global corporation he is in no way equipped to run. His father is dying. His mother's run away. He's spent his entire adult life playing fast and loose with his life and his loves, but when he's dragged into a position of responsibility with the fate of the company on his shoulders, he goes spinning into freefall. And Brand Forsythe is the only man to catch him. Icy, detached, nearly twice Ash's age, the massive monolith of a British valet is impossible to deal with and like no servant Ash has ever met. Domineering and controlling, Brand quickly puts Ash's life in order. And quickly takes Ash in hand. Even if by day Ash has to project authority, leadership, and calm...by night he's discovering the breathless pleasure of giving up control. The shivering thrill of surrendering to Brand. The sweet taboo of being submissive to the man in even the smallest things. Ash can't quite understand why it feels so good to put himself in Brand Forsythe's capable, commanding hands. He only knows, as he faces the hardest decisions of his life...the only thing that can save him is the love of his cocky valet. Author's Note: If you're reading this, you likely know why this book exists. Bask in the petty, my darlings. Bask.

    An outrageous suggestion to meet Everett Remington at his family’s home in upstate New York irrevocably changes Mitch’s life. The idea is crazy, right? The last place he belongs is in the family home of the famous chef, but if he wants to meet his deadline and convince his boss he’s right for the online column, At Home With…, he really has no other options.Delayed snow plows, a treacherous covered bridge, and Mitch’s boss finding out he’s snowed in with the Remingtons, creates the perfect storm. When the gorgeous chef invites Mitch to stay for Christmas and document their family traditions for next year’s printed holiday issue, Mitch finds himself in a very unknown place. For one week, he allows himself to experience something he’s never had:A taste of a real Christmas—and a taste of the sexy man who makes Mitch realize how amazing this time of year can be.

    He’s too old, too imperfect to ever attract a Dom again. Until Rhys. When Rhys gives him commands, Cornell yearns to obey. When Rhys takes care of him, Cornell wants to kneel for him. When Rhys is everything he’s dreamed of, Cornell aches to call him Sir. And when Rhys makes him fly, Cornell soars higher than ever before. But there’s one problem. Rhys is twenty years his junior…and he’s Jonas’s son. How can you call your best friend’s son Sir…or Daddy? Firm Hand is a standalone slow burn MM romance with daddy kink, an age gap, a very caring Daddy and a boy who needs it, hurt/comfort, mild D/s play, and all the feels.

    Book 1. "When he kisses me, I feel like I’m home. Like I’ve found something I’ve been looking for my entire life.” When a huge investor says his company is interested in funding Clay's latest project he's thrilled. At least he is until he realizes the investor not only believes Clay is gay but wants him to bring his boyfriend along on a Valentine’s Day ski weekend to pitch the project to the rest of the board. When Trevor’s best friend Cassie tells him she can’t find anyone to go on a ski weekend with Valentine’s Inc.‘s newest client he agrees to go. After all, he owes Cassie big time and her job as the matchmaking services branch manager means a lot to her. Plus, it won’t hurt him to pretend to be a straight guys boyfriend for a weekend if it gets him a free ski trip, right? Trevor is the perfect boyfriend, and it isn’t long before the lines between pretend and real blur causing Clay to wonder if maybe he isn’t quite as straight as he always assumed he was. Neither man is sure what is real and what’s for show, but one thing Trevor knows is that when Clay kisses him it doesn’t feel pretend at all; when he kisses him it feels like he means it.

    Except his assistant. But, good lord, he really wanted his assistant. “What can I get started on?” Rhys asked as he stopped in front of Fletcher’s desk. He was wearing a soft blue cashmere cardigan with a zippered front, a white and blue pinstripe shirt and grey trousers. The outfit made his pale blue eyes even lighter and he was growing out his beard again. His inky black hair, thick eyelashes and playful grin made him dreamily mischievous. Fletcher realized he was staring and cleared his throat as he reached for his coffee. He sipped then coughed softly. “Sorry. I was prioritizing,” he said as he tapped his forehead. “Send the preliminaries out of Hong Kong to Jim, please. He wants us tracking those closely,” he added and Rhys grinned as he walked backwards toward the door. “I’ll have those right out and then I’ll get the data from the last quarterly report,” he said then saluted as he turned. His sleeve pulled and Fletcher caught a peek of a forearm tattoo and his body tightened as he ached to know how many tattoos Rhys had. He’d had several dreams about peeling away Rhys’ clothes and revealing his skin. “Holler if you need anything, Fletch!” He called and Fletcher sighed as he reclined in his seat and stretched his hand across his brow. The only person who could get away with calling him Fletch was Rhys. He hated it, except when he heard Rhys say it. When Rhys said it, it made him feel like they were just a little more intimate. Not in an unprofessional way, of course. But more like they had a relationship outside the office. As much as Fletcher was in love with Rhys, he would never act on it. The idea of mixing his personal romantic life with his professional work life made Fletcher uncomfortable. And there was the whole Zane thing. Zane Weatherly was a colossal asshole. If regular assholes were human assholes, Zane would be a blue whale’s asshole. He was that much more of an asshole. Fletcher did a Google search to see which animal had the largest asshole, just so he could accurately compare Zane to the rest of humanity’s assholes. He was also Rhys’ boyfriend. Life was going really well for Rhys Patterson. He had a tiny yet comfortable apartment in New York City, a gorgeous boyfriend and he'd lucked his way into a great job as assistant to one of the most powerful men in the city. His boss was also the most beautiful man Rhys had ever laid eyes on. Which was a blessing and a curse. “Not as smart as you or Mr. Perfect,” Zane said as he waved at the building. Rhys looked away so Zane couldn’t see him wince. Fletcher was perfect. From the top of his never-a-hair-out-of-place head to his miraculously chiseled face to what was undoubtedly a flawless body beneath his obscenely expensive tailored suits down to his handmade Italian leather shoes. Jesus, you could use his jaw and cheekbones to hang your shelf straight and he had shoulders like truck bumpers. That was the most masculine sentence to ever cross his mind. “Shut up,” Rhys said as he pushed Zane toward the doors with his elbow. He was holding two coffee cups and he needed Zane to open them. “I feel a little bad for him. He seems lonely,” he said under his breath as they passed the security guards at the front desk. “Maybe you should date him,” Zane muttered as he pressed the button for the elevator. It was an utterly stupid thought but it made Rhys’ stomach tickle. Men like Fletcher didn’t date men like Rhys. He was the sort of man who’d date a progressive and quietly out gay politician or an uber wealthy yet internationally respected and adored philanthropist. If he was gay. Which he wasn’t.

    He can use some help especially with his little boy, Scotty. Gary doesn't want him to be cooped up when there might be snow out there any day now. He hires Wayne to help him give his kid a happy Christmas. Wayne has worked as a health aid before but never as a manny. He takes his work seriously, but it turns out that working for Gary and Scotty is more fun than work. Right away, he fits in with those two. He also finds himself incredibly drawn to Gary. Unaware that Gary feels the same way, Wayne thinks it's hopeless. If only Wayne can be brave enough to speak up, their attraction might turn into so much more. It doesn't take much to ignite their desire, but will demands of real life get in the way of their happy life?

    A midlife crisis of conscience has left him with shattered confidence, abandoned by his former friends and scraping by at a legal aid clinic. When a smoking hot bad boy rescues him from the side of the road, Elliot is sure he doesn’t stand a chance.After a misspent youth boosting cars, Lucas Kelly runs his own garage and is finally getting his life back on track. He isn’t about to risk everything by daring to hope for something more, especially not with a man so far above his pay-grade.The heat between them is enough to have them questioning everything they thought they knew about themselves. But is explosive chemistry enough to keep them together when Elliot’s career threatens to drive them apart?

     Miguel Cordero Ruiz always considered himself straight, but his sexy anatomy professor, Dr. Cummings, is making him seriously rethink that. While the professor who lives across the street is supposedly a “bird watcher,” it's rumored he’s really spying on the male students who live in Miguel's building. When rumor is confirmed as fact, Miguel decides to give the professor a show he won’t forget. Aldrich is afraid of being seen. Aldrich Cummings has led a lonely existence. That all changes when he sees his gorgeous new neighbor moving in across the street. When he discovers the guy he’s been secretly watching from his office window is not only aware of his audience, but is enjoying it, Aldrich is even more entranced. Miguel is his student, and therefore off-limits, but what the administration doesn’t know won’t hurt them. It was supposed to be harmless and meaningless voyeurism. As time passes, the desire between them burns so brightly it inevitably explodes. Both will face consequences if the university finds out what the professor and his student have been getting up to. They will need to navigate the obstacles in their path to find the happiness both have been searching for. Now You See Me is a steamy 78,000 word stand-alone MM novel. It contains one not-straight Navy vet, one professor afraid of being touched, nosy relatives, nosier neighbors, troublesome colleagues, voyeurism, The Pleasure Chest, a bondage staircase, binoculars, a Maginot Line made from pillows, and a HEA for two men who deserve happiness.