Claude never meant to admit he had a crush on his boss, let alone sleep with him at an office party! Everything seems to be going back to normal, right up until the pregnancy test shows positive. Kevin seems to want to forget anything ever happened, but that's impossible with a baby on the way. Followed by another... Moving into Kevin's penthouse seemed better than trying to bring up a baby in his tiny apartment, but Claude's going crazy being this close to the man of his dreams. Kevin seems like he's going to be the best dad ever, which is only making Claude's hopeless love worse. And then a third... The two of them seem to be getting closer and closer, but Claude doesn't know what it means? Can he stand having his heart rebroken every day? Or will he push their status quo to the breaking point and lose his chance to make this family a reality? ***Bearing My Boss's Baby is a 30K romance novella with mpreg, no cliffhangers and a HEA.***

    It's the one reason Ben will never claim Dave Maldonado. Being alone is better than being with someone who lives in a bottle.Dave was destined to be a pack Alpha until his first migraine hit at age fifteen, the day he caught his future mate holding hands with another boy. In the nine agonizing years since, he's contented himself as Beta, but never learned to live with the pain and confusion of Ben's rejection.Dave's worst attack yet sends him to the hospital and brings them both face to face with the misunderstanding that's kept them apart all these years. It's too late, though. Dave is headed for Gay Pride Week at Disney World with one goal in mind. "Forget Ben Malone."Ben's got a problem with that. Only one man is destined to hold "his" David. And he'll give anything, even his last shred of pride, to win forgiveness and the right to finally claim his mate.Warning: This book contains explicit sex, graphic language, and male/male love scenes between two top dogs. Who knew Rock Paper Scissors could be such fun? "

    However, tensions within the pack soon escalate when they're forced to all live in the apartment rented by Jax, the human lover of David, the pack's second in command. Knowing he needs money to buy better and bigger accommodation for his pack, River disappears for a few days and returns with a bag of gold chips he's sniffed out from the Cascade River near his old pack grounds. Coyote shifter Foster's true mate has made his presence known, but when the coyote alpha finally shows himself, Foster is faced with a difficult decision. Stay with the werewolves and risk his mate's unhappiness, or leave those he's come to love as family? Meanwhile, David continues to want to submit to Jax while being alpha to his beta mate, Brooks. Tension in the threesome grows as Jax's reluctance to take the bite turns into flat-out refusal. Can their relationship survive this as well as Brooks pregnancy and David's hyper-protectiveness of his werewolf mate? When Josiah suggests the pack admit rogue werewolves, River's desire to please his omega mate wars with his responsibilities to his pack as he questions past decisions and Josiah's influence on them. Will history repeat itself, leading to the downfall of the newly-formed Cascade City Pack?

    I was a literature student on the cusp of finishing my first year and despite everything that had been going on I had managed to keep my grades in this class quite high. Perhaps I was just naturally talented when it came to words or perhaps it was the person leading the class. Tall, tanned and handsome, Professor Damien Lock stood leering at the fresh faced young men and women before him. He had just turned thirty and had a face full of stubble that coated his strong jaw, his hair was short and thick, tamed by a handful of gel and pushed back so that his green eyes could stand out beneath the thick, black brows that I’d seen frown at me far too many times. I had spent several nights fantasizing about the older man, reaching into my briefs and tugging at my shaft as I thought of all the ways he could take me. Sometimes I’d catch a glimpse of his hairy chest poking out of the undone button of his collar, on those occasions I often found myself retreating to my dorm to release the tension building between my thighs. My sexuality had kicked in the same time my werewolf gene had. Almost overnight I found myself – a young man with a history of ex-girlfriends – craving other men and yearning for them to throw me up against a wall and have their wicked way with me. These emotions felt so natural that I didn’t waste my time questioning them. I didn’t want to deny what my heart, head and crotch were feeling. Maybe if I hadn’t been a werewolf then I would’ve struggled to ‘come out’ and accept myself but none of that other stuff really seemed to matter when I had to spend several nights a month controlling an insatiable bloodlust. M/M, Shifter, Mpreg, New Adult