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My job is putting out fires - PR fires, that is. Partner in one of the most prestigious PR firms in Hollywood, I've lived most of my life helping others stay in the spotlight but keeping as far away from it myself as humanly possible. Enter Jace Kruse. #HottieFirefighter is the hashtag everyone is using for the overnight Insta-star who made headlines when a pic of him with a pooch he saved from a runaway vehicle went viral. It doesn't have anything to do with my life until a major potential client shows interest in an endorsement deal with the internet sensation.

Ty Mother-effing-Lancaster. The cocky, charismatic president of Sigma Alpha. And most importantly, my frat rival. I'm a fun, chill guy, but around Ty, all I can think about is winning. Last year, his frat beat ours in the annual TaskFrat challenges, and even though I'm known for becoming Alpha Theta Mu's prez as a joke, I take my responsibility to my guys seriously.

I'm the quiet one. At a party, I'll be sipping from my Solo cup, hanging by my much chattier best friend Brenner. Easygoing, all smiles, and hot as hell, Brenner always has his pick of guy or girl by the end of the night. I do fine, but I don't trust easily, so he's one of the few people who really knows me. We do everything together—studying, playing video games, and occasionally, ridiculous dares. Like this latest dare.

Before I came to St. Lawrence University, I didn't believe in magic. Now I'm desperate to get my hands on a spell, even at the expense of lying to my friends. It's not something I'm proud of, but I have my reasons. Enter the charming, carefree Matteo Baros, who—unfortunately for both of us—becomes suspicious of me. I expect him to rat me out. Instead, maybe because he's such a stand-up guy, he offers to help me with a spell. Not just any spell—a sex spell.

Sometimes I want to punch that smirk off Atlas McCallister's pretty face. He's cocky. A troublemaker. A pain. And, unfortunately, my stepbrother. We've been fire and kerosene since our parents got together, and to keep from exploding into fistfights, we've used challenges, dares, and bets to battle out our differences. Our past bets have been a little inappropriate—scandalous, even—but Atlas's latest bet has gone too far. Do I really believe if he loses, my straight stepbrother is gonna mess around with a guy? And not just any guy: me, his rival and nemesis?

All stepbrothers need Step Don'ts. Colin and I have ours. Like, don't pit our parents against either of us. Don't hog the TV. And definitely... Don't. Keep. Secrets. These rules have done more than help us keep the peace between us. After all these years since our parents got together, I can't imagine my life without Colin. To most people, he's the hot, straight tight end for Peach State. But to me, he's my backward-cap-wearing, football-loving, piggyback-ride-giving best friend and fellow Alpha Theta Mu frat bro.

I’ve never been attracted to guys. I definitely would never be attracted to a privileged, cocky bastard like Brad Henning. Even though I’ve only been at St. Lawrence University for a few weeks, this prick and his friends are on a mission to mess with me—a scholarship kid who I guess they don’t think belongs at a prestigious school intended for the nation’s elite.

It began with his electric touch and a hurricane of frenzied passion that ravaged my body, my mind, my soul...my entire life. We both knew where the line was, yet we crossed it because it was the only way we could be close to one another. We couldn't keep away from each other, and one lust-filled encounter after another birthed a connection, which turned into so much more. Now, I'm head over heels for my best friend's father.

A beach vacay with my best bud since college seems like the perfect opportunity to relax, catch some rays, and enjoy a couple of nights on the town. When I find a girl who's eager to mess around with me, I figure I've got it made. Then, I meet the intense, hot-as-hell, tattooed Eric Westright, who wrecks my world...in the best possible way. He awakens something within me - something that's always been here, but that's never pulled so powerfully...not until I looked into those solemn blue eyes and felt the red-hot spark of his touch.

Rule follower, goody-goody, Mr. Kills-Any-Fun-He-Can-Hunt-Down—call me whatever you want, but I won’t apologize for keeping our frat house safe. Something that’s even more challenging this semester when we wind up housing members of our rival frat. To keep this from becoming a complete catastrophe, I volunteer to room with Sigma Alpha’s Ryan Lorde. Linebacker, player, and all-around troublemaker. Ryan’s a cocky bastard who doesn’t think the rules apply to him, so it’s not long before his wild antics lead to him being placed on probation.

Gary should be living it up in his South Tower unit of Metropolis, but he's having a hard time adjusting to his newly single status. It's not easy to walk away from five years with his ex, who he discovered was cheating on him with some North Tower twink. After a night out partying, licking his wounds, he goes to bed alone. When he wakes the next morning, there's a naked guy in his bed. Not just any guy. A stud from North Tower. But hot as he is, what the hell is he doing in his room?

When I met my son's best friend, the attraction was instantaneous. Jesse Morgan is charming, witty, and hot as sin. He might be young, but he's wise beyond his years. Hard as I tried, I couldn't keep my greedy hands off him, and once I had a taste, I needed more. He awakens a fire within me unlike anything I've experienced with another guy. He stirs a hot lust that makes it difficult for me to spend time with him without tearing his clothes off and giving him the pleasure he deserves. It's more than that, though. He makes me believe in something I'd given up on: love.

Just out of an 18-year marriage, the last thing Jackson expects the first time he visits a gay bar is for a sexy, drunk, 26-year-old twink to mistakenly climb into his Jeep. The twink part he's good with, the drunk part...not so much. As far as Jackson's concerned, the boy should come with a warning label. But Derek is not as flighty as Jackson thought...he's actually pretty incredible. Getting to know the wild, funny man is a breath of fresh air.

Zack lost his job, his apartment, and his hope, which is why he ends up on the roof of a high-rise, certain that one final step will solve his problems. But a mysterious stranger named Rob happens to be on the roof that night too. He talks Zack down, convincing him there's still hope left in the world. Zack thinks maybe he's right, which is why he's shocked when he turns on the news the next morning to find out Rob jumped himself.

Out and proud NFL star tight end Tad Roarke has success, money, and fame. Just about everything. Except a good reputation. After being outed by the media as a promiscuous cheat, sponsors are dropping him left and right. To make matters worse, he's been targeted as the next victim of an anti-gay celebrity serial killer. The FBI works with his team to protect him, assigning agent Bryce Finnegan as his undercover bodyguard. But Tad doesn't like Bryce from the get-go. The fed thinks he's a spoiled brat. Maybe he's right.

I've never messed around with a guy before. Not that I haven't been attracted to guys. The opportunity just never came up. I stand at the front door, naked. My bro's roomie, Scott, is pissed about how much noise I made with the girl I just escorted out of their apartment, but I figured we were alone, and I couldn't help that she liked to scream out to let me know she was enjoying herself.

Frankie Ramirez never figured helping a twink in need would lead to him finding a bestie, but that's exactly what happened with Evan. Evan tells him everything, but when he finds himself curious to explore something a little unusual - maybe a little strange - he worries about what will happen if Frankie finds out. But who better to explore your closet kink with than your best friend? Evan and Frankie know they're strong enough not to let something like this get between them. And really, is there any harm in just trying it?

My home is my sanctuary. Or is it my prison? Some days it's hard to tell. I've confined myself behind these walls for protection. I have my reasons, but that doesn't change the profound loneliness I've discovered in the process. Then one day I find myself drifting toward the window to see him. Corey Marshall, my new neighbor. Quiet, reserved, and cute as can be. He infects my thoughts, becomes the image I fantasize about. I want to taste his lips, smell his scent...feel what it's like to be inside him.

Is it wrong that I watch him? Leif Anderson seems like a friendly, kind, normal, boy-next-door type. Unlike me. His stalker, a creep who moved into the place next to his parents’ house to keep an eye on him. I’m not the bad guy, though. I’m the one who will protect him. The cops don’t believe he’s in danger. Maybe they’re right, and this is all in my messed-up head. I’ve been wrong before. And no matter how I justify this to myself, my motives aren’t entirely pure.

Pretty Thing - the moment Liam McKinney first uttered those words will be embedded in my mind forever. He's mysterious, intriguing...and off-limits since he's my father's friend. Easier said than done. The moment I laid eyes on the man with the dark eyes and intense stare, he awoke a primal hunger within me unlike anything I'd ever experienced before. For some time, I've been confused about my attraction toward men, but there's no confusion when I look at him - just pure, unfettered desire to feel his body against mine, taste his flesh, breathe in his scent.