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They say love comes from the most unexpected places. I found mine hiding in my bushes from the cops. My life before Luke was a carefully structured routine. It was predictable and organized, just the way I like it. Some would call it boring, but I call it smart self-preservation. If there’s one thing that could threaten to bring it all crashing down, it’s Luke van Beek. He swept into my world like a tropical cyclone, all hot and chaotic, and tore down my safeguards. Now I can’t seem to rid myself of this charming, larger-than-life, ridiculous man.

Colton Cavanaugh. I can’t stand him. Entitled and smug, he takes whatever he wants—praise, people, things that aren’t his to claim. And the worst part? Everyone still worships him. His impressive footwork on the soccer pitch. That cocky smile. The charm he wears like armor. But I see through it. I know his game on and off the field.

Sounds like a tacky wall-art quote to me. But what do I know? I don’t have a family. Not anymore. And I definitely don’t know loyalty. Not since my brothers collectively decided to shut me out of their lives... Not since my mother lied to me and kept a devastating secret... Not since my father sold our company out from under me to a smug jerk with a chip on his shoulder.

I probably shouldn't be in the office of someone I don't know, filming content for my site, but I quite like the view it affords me, and I really like that leather chair. I like it even more when the owner of the office turns out to be my grumpy, buttoned-up boss, and he catches me in the act. Literally. He's not happy about it, but he doesn't leave, and I don't stop. Suddenly, he's around all the time. Watching me. Taunting me. Teasing me. It soon becomes a game. A game only we play.

All my life I’ve waited for my fairytale romance. Sheltered by my protective father and confined by the dangers of his mafia legacy, I’ve saved myself—my heart and body—all these years for this very moment… Deadly handsome and charming, Mikhail Ivanov, strikes a deal with my father for my hand in marriage, ensuring my safety and building an alliance. And I thank my lucky stars Mikhail is everything I’ve ever dreamed of, his sweet mouth whispering sins and promises—that I’m his little prince, his angel.

I know this is wrong, but I can’t help myself when it comes to him. My mom deserves to be happy after losing my dad to tragedy over a decade ago. But her blissful new relationship comes with a catch. His name is Emery, my new stepbrother, and he’s the most infuriating, impulsive, chaotic, and strangely intriguing man I’ve ever met. I’ve managed to avoid him for a year but then on our way to our parents’ cabin, we get lost alone in the snowy mountains of Utah.

While I've always known my infatuation with Cash and Ford was meant to remain an unfulfilled dream, I never really lost hope. Hope that the two men, twice my age, would ever see me as more than just a kid. As more than just their best friend's son. I'm not a kid anymore, and at twenty-one, they're about to see that little meek and quiet Ben is old enough for many things. Old enough to finally attract their attention. And frankly, old enough to know better. To know that these stolen touches and lustful trysts behind closed doors could never really amount to more.

I've devoted my life to my son, always putting his needs first, and honestly, I wouldn't have it any other way. Becoming a father was the best decision I've ever made, but hell, single parenting is difficult. I'm so tired of holding everything together. I need a partner, someone to share my life with. I miss intimacy and passion. I want someone who will take charge and help me let go of all this control I cling to. But an endless string of bad dates and rejection has me feeling like maybe love will never come for me. Maybe a father is all I'm meant to be in this life.

In all of my years as a professor, never did I imagine I'd end up getting a lap dance from a student. But I did. What's worse? He's my new TA. And the icing on top of the cake? I can't stop thinking about it. Can't get him off my mind. I'm Dr. Silas Sinclair. Respectable educator and a man with his head on his shoulders. I don't break the rules. I don't cross boundaries. And I certainly don't stalk students.

A straight man walks into a gay bar searching for meaning…It sounds like the start of a lousy joke. And honestly, that’s what my life is beginning to feel like. I look back at all the hateful things I’ve said and done—so many things I can’t take back—and I’m not proud. I let my ignorance steal my relationship with my youngest brother, Magnus. He and his husband, Sem, are now happily married with kids, and all I want is to be a part of their lives. But I need help to get there.

Mijn kamergenoot Whit is een mysterie dat ik niet kan ontrafelen. Hoe meer ik te weten kom, hoe meer ik hem wil. Maar als heteroman heb je geen gevoelens voor andere jongens, toch? In het begin schiepen de goden Whit Cristian. Zij creëerden ook mij, Caleb van Beek. Twee mannen van dezelfde leeftijd, die rondlopen op dezelfde campus, maar tegenpolen zijn in bijna elk opzicht. Ze zeggen dat ik een crush op hem heb. Nee, het is een obsessie.

Heterosexuelle Männer verknallen sich nicht in andere Typen, oder? Aber mein Mitbewohner Whit ist faszinierend, und ich ertappe mich immer wieder dabei, wie ich ihn anstarre. Er ist ein Rätsel, aus dem ich nicht schlau werde. Und die Gefühle, die ich für ihn habe, sind verwirrend. Eines Nachts wache ich auf und stelle fest, dass ich meine Arme um ihn geschlungen habe. Danach kann ich nicht mehr genug von ihm bekommen. Aber Whit hat Geheimnisse. Er lässt niemanden an sich heran, und je mehr ich mich in ihn verliebe, desto weniger werde ich schlau aus ihm. Aber ich kann ihn nicht gehen lassen.

There's something about our new landlord, Alec. Something that I can't quite place. He seems familiar, but not. Like maybe I've seen him before. Sure, he's attractive, strictly objectively speaking. I'm not into dudes. But he has this intense, piercing stare that I can't look away from. Eyes that make me feel like they can see right through me. Like he knows all my secrets.

I'm really more of a "take it as it comes" sort of dude. But making minimum wage at a small-town sandwich shop wasn't exactly what I had in mind after college graduation either. It may not be an exciting life, but it isn't so bad. At least I have my amazing coworkers and friends who always try to make the workday fun. Everyone, that is, except the new guy, Simon.

The emo kid, the loner, the cynical wallflower with an attitude. It's no secret that I've never quite fit in. But it's glaringly obvious now that I've moved to this Podunk small town that seems to run entirely on sugar, friendliness, and cheer. (And cows, an ungodly number of cows.) I hate it—this place where everyone knows everyone, and I'm still the outsider. Who wants to fit in anyway? I've never really tried, never even thought I wanted to…until I met him. Jimbob is living his best life out here, farming the fields of Kansas, well and truly happy. And I just don't get it.

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.

We've all heard the saying, "What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas." God help me, if only that were true. Because as it turns out, my surprise gay husband is very much still my husband outside of the great state of Nevada. And let me tell you, as a straight guy, waking up married to a man I barely know with no memory of how it happened wasn't even on my Bingo card. What started as a fun weekend getaway to support my brothers in their relationships and show them how much I've grown, has somehow spiraled wildly out of my control.

Soms is je droomman niet wie je denkt dat hij is."Jij bent het. Ik wil jou. Ik wil je al sinds ik je de eerste keer zag."Sem volgt me al maanden. Overal waar ik ben is hij ook en voel ik zijn ogen op me. Hij is absoluut mijn type niet. Te groot, te wild, en bovendien: hetero. Zijn aandacht irriteert me. Hij blijft me uitdagen, en ik kan geen nee zeggen tegen zijn stomme spelletjes. Ik kan hem niet laten winnen. Maar wat begon als een weddenschap groeit uit tot veel meer dan dat. Kan ik mijn hart op het spel zetten, of zijn er dit keer geen verliezers