Slaving away at his father’s construction company all week and partying every weekend leaves him little time for introspection, but he knows it’s time for a change. When his best friend, Mac, drags him to a college party, Bo catches sight of a girl. But not just any girl—the girl of his dreams: a delicate blonde-haired beauty with a pink scarf and a smile that promises warmth and humor. There’s just one problem: she isn’t a girl. Even after Bo discovers the truth, he keeps seeing Erick, and the choice to follow his heart despite the obstacles has profound repercussions on not only his sense of self but his relationship with his family and even his job. Being with Erick makes him all the more determined to be his own man and claw his way out from under his father’s thumb. But Erick faces choices of his own: the choice to get involved with someone redefining his sexuality, the choice to trust again, and even the choice to believe love can last beyond the temporary.

    Now his house is a prison, and he's working from home while his sister checks up on him. The only diversion in Jonah's routine is catching the odd glimpse of a man in the apartment across the way taking off his clothes in front of the window. But then Jonah is distracted by Liam Brooks, the nurse his sister sends over when she goes on vacation. As they dance around their growing attraction, Jonah and Liam begin to wonder about the man in the window. Why is he always dressed in the same clothes? Why is he there one minute and not the next? How is it that he lives in an old woman's apartment? It's while trying to answer these questions that they stumble across a fifty-year-old missing persons case they can't resist trying to solve.

    If he has to first suffer through playing chauffeur to some pain in the ass foreign cop visiting New York on a special fact-finding detail then so be it. But what Ray gets is a pleasant and arousing surprise when Inspector Miki Nabeshima from Tokyo's Metropolitan Police Department shows up and skillfully escorts him into a world like none he's ever known, a world Ray never thought much about, but once he's ushered in, he knows he'll never be able to turn back. Special Content Alert: M/M, BDSM Excerpt: "Would it surprise you to know that Nicholas is usually the dominant partner in every way in their relationship?" Ray turned to face the mirror. Nick was pleading for Marsh to take it up a notch and make him bleed. "Yeah, it would surprise me." Miki stepped in closer behind him, so close he could feel the other man's breath tickle the nape of his neck. "Being a dominant, a true dominant, is hard work. Despite what that fool earlier might think it isn't at all about the Master getting his jollies by exerting his authority; it's about using that power, that dominant nature, to push your submissive to explore himself and above all it's about looking out for the sub's welfare and safety." Miki stepped closer still . . . so close his shoulder brushed Ray's. Silence fell once more and Ray kept watching the scene in the other room. Marsh did indeed draw blood at various points on Nick's body, but if you could judge by Nick's reaction, it sure as hell wasn't unpleasant. His cock thrust out, constricted by the ties of his harness, and pre-cum leaked from the tip. Marsh set the whip aside and came forward to lick tenderly at the small wounds. He freed Nick from the restraints then ordered him to a gymnastics-type horse across the room. Nick did as he was told and bent over the mount, his legs spread wide, and humped the leather-covered horse until Marsh told him to stop. Marsh approached him, slathering clear lube on his own rigid cock before coating the crack of Nick's ass then pushing some of the lube into the man's puckered hole. Nick moaned and held onto the horse in a white-knuckled grip as Marsh inserted his fingers. Nabeshima exhaled a slow breath that sent the blood surging through Ray's veins. "Being in control all the time can become tiresome, and on occasion some Doms like to experience life from the other side. It can be quite exhilarating and freeing to trust enough to give oneself over to another, to fully let go and give into your deepest wants and needs. Of course, the man chosen to dominate has to be strong enough, secure enough within himself, to do that trust justice." Holy. Fuck. Was he dreaming? Was Nabeshima asking him to take charge? "Shit." His instincts, developed from years on street patrol, gave him an insight into the meanings hidden behind public words and actions and he knew sure as shit that you didn't just come to trust someone straight out of the gate. Hell, back in the day, he'd been a rookie under the watchful eye of Vinnie Magera, and a good three years passed before Vinnie truly trusted him as a cop on equal footing. Sure, this wasn't necessarily life-or-death split-second-decision shit, but still. It made no sense. Especially if Nabeshima was a seasoned cop. Nabeshima sighed. "You doubt your strength, Raymond. That's a pity." Ray turned. "What I doubt are your motives."

    Straight cop, gay cop, and a woman who "isn't real." Tom and Stanley are on the trail of a drag queen serial killer, and along the way, they find themselves engaged in a more intimate pursuit, trying to resolve another mystery: their unexpected attraction to one another.

    Yet he finds himself quite undone by a singer dressed in an elegant gown, crooning a spellbinding ballad.It’s not unusual for Jay, a former Londoner, to bring a new “friend” home from the cabaret, but he’s never had a guest quite like Nigel, whose straitlaced manner hides an unexpected passionate streak.One romantic night on a rooftop under starry skies, followed by an afternoon enjoying the excitement of the 1901 Paris Exposition, bonds these opposites in a way neither can forget—even after they part.Their spark reignites when Jay comes to London, but he’s not sure he can go back to hiding his true self, not even for the sake of love…unless Nigel is willing to shed his cloak of staid respectability and take a leap of faith.Warning: Contains a virgin who doesn’t speak French but is fluent in numbers, and a drag performer who is trilingual in English, French and Love. Not responsible for extra pounds brought on by the urge to dine on croissants au deux.