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When Bobby McGowan discovers an old photo album belonging to his mother—who was murdered twenty years ago—he becomes convinced that one of the photos holds the key to finally solving her murder. Despite the protests of his father and sister, Bobby marches forward with the investigation. He builds a website dedicated to the murder of his mother, and receives a message from the purported killer. The game is on.

At the age of twenty-five, Leland Meadows has his whole life mapped out in front of him, with four rules to live by. No new friends. No dreams or aspirations. No repeat hookups. And definitely no committed relationships. Leland's looking for safety, not heartbreak and disappointment. Then, one day, he receives an offer he can't turn down.

I'm young, carefree, and my job as the assistant to Holt, manager and owner of the Goliaths of Wrestling, means I'm surrounded by half-naked beefcake wrestlers all day. Of course, I'm going to be interested in… getting to know them all better. It would be, like, illegal for me not to lust after them all, right? There's just one hurdle I have to get over first before I can… get to know the wrestlers in the way I want. And that hurdle makes me really, really freaking nervous.

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.

Dante My dream of becoming a principal dancer was shattered the night I witnessed my father's murder. Now, nothing will stop me from exacting revenge on the masked figures responsible. Not even some cocky silver-haired COO of a private military company who thinks he knows what's best for me. He...

For weeks, we retraced our steps back to Mistfell and the lingering shadow of the Veil at the boundary between realms. Traveling through the kingdom, I denied the evidence in front of me, unable to fathom that I wasn’t the lost princess of Faerie. Instead, it is Fallon who must fear the consequences of her heritage. Which leaves me with a single, unanswered question. Then, I awoke, caged high above the throne of the Queen of Air & Darkness.

Seven Symanski doesn’t need anyone, least of all Enzo Conti. As one of Jericho’s Boys, a vigilante crew that protects their neighborhood, Seven has a found family, a mission, and enough baggage to keep any relationship at arm’s length. When a favor introduces him to Enzo, a charming criminal defense attorney and the son of Francesca Conti—the neighborhood’s own Robin Hood—sparks fly. But Seven’s never been good at sticking around, and a one-night stand seems like all they’re destined for.

Avi Mulvaney is many things. Son. Twin. Owner of the fashion label, Gemini. Murderous psychopath. Together, he and his brother, Asa, make one brutally efficient monster, ridding the world of predators who victimize the innocent. History proves Avi and Asa don’t do well apart, but their father has decided to test that theory. Felix Navarro knows exactly who he is. Baby brother. Fashionista. Vigilante. While he’s not happy that his big brother married a Mulvaney, the union has its perks.

The path to self-acceptance has always felt like an uphill battle for me. It's hard not to feel that way when the most important people in my life decided long ago they can't accept me as I am, that they don't want a gay son, a feminine son, a boy who likes pretty things. Caring for myself from a young age has come with a lot of hardships, but finding myself bruised, homeless, and sleeping in my car just about tops the list. Fortunately, the person I least expect offers to take me in and share his home with me.

The infected didn't break me. They didn't capture me for experiments and use me like an object. Humanity made me into the monster I am. I'm reckless because it makes me feel alive, careless because I'm addicted to pain. And I'm dangerous because I've got nothing left to live for. Nothing, until I meet a raider who seems to see right through me…who demands I do the one thing I said I'd never do again. Let him in.

Callum Griffin is the heir to the Irish mafia. He’s ruthless, arrogant, and he wants to kill me. We got off on the wrong foot when I set a (very small) fire in his house. Our families believe a marriage pact is the only thing that will prevent all-out warfare. I think I might need to murder him while he sleeps. This would all be a lot easier if Callum wasn’t so damned good-looking.

Ryder I spend my days narrating steamy queer romance novels—which is ironic, considering my own love life is nonexistent and I've always thought I was straight. Until Logan. He's my best friend. My person. We've been inseparable for years, and now I'm starting to see him as something more...

Smart-mouthed hacker Caspian escaped an abusive home at 16. Now he's one of the most sought-after black-hat hackers in the world. Jonah is a ruthless contract killer with only one weakness: the vibrant runaway he took in years ago, Caspian. But Cas bailed when he turned 18, and Jonah has maintained a steady diet of eat, kill, sleep since then. A threat to Cas' life brings him back years later - not as the boy Jonah remembers, but as a hardened computer hacker with a price on his head and a list of names everybody wants.

Sometimes, a meet-cute, a long nap, and a sexy-ass bicep are just what the doctor ordered. Ben Montgomery I'm not sure if I've ever believed in love at first sight. In my forty-five years on this earth, the only sort of love I've known is the unconditional, soul-healing kind I have for my twin...

I didn’t know the guy I picked up in the bar last night was Hero’s son. To be fair, he didn’t even know he had a son until today. I guess we’re all just scrambling to put on our poker faces. Keeping my hands off of Milo is hard enough thanks to his lickable dimple, flirty smiles, and virgin skin. But I swear this has to be a test. Why else would Hero insist that his son come to live with me? And why is it so hard for Milo to just keep his clothes on already?

There’s a lot I’ve never told my best friend. The fact that I love him. That I miss him every day he’s gone. That, sometimes, I ache for him with a ferocity that leaves me breathless. Lucky Buchanan tore into my life as a boy, wild and daring, my opposite in every way. He drew me in, stole my heart without trying. He hears me, even though I rarely speak a word. But I always knew this place wouldn’t be enough for my free-spirited friend. I knew he wasn’t mine to keep.

Caspian Locke I don't think we even begin to understand love until we've lost the one we thought we'd spend the rest of our life with. I don't think we begin to understand ourselves until we realize that it's most likely our fault. And I don't think we begin to understand life until we...

When I discover the existence of a hidden fortune of an accused witch from the 1600s on Titan Falls campus—a woman executed for poisoning noblewomen's husbands—I had no idea it would force me to choose between my own desires and the safety of those I loved. Morgan, Xavier, Rio, and Rossi are all after the treasure too. Their growing attraction to me complicates things. I can't help but feel drawn to each of their dark habits in a way that threatens to destroy me.

I’m beginning to unravel. When I meet Shai Burrows, he intrigues me enough that he has me stalking him, following him, watching him. And when I find out he’s the one who robbed me, instead of handling business, it only makes me obsess over him even more. But I can’t just let him get away with that, so we cut a deal. Shai will work off what he owes me, with his body, something he’s as eager about as I am. Because after that first touch, our worlds collide.

What he really lacks is discipline. LINCOLN HUDSON has just been handed the easiest job in the world. Babysit the spoiled son of a conservative senator, keep him out of trouble, and receive a six-figure paycheck. A paycheck he desperately needs. Wyatt’s father claims he needs Linc’s firm hand and discipline. One look at him and Linc agrees. Wyatt needs discipline. Being the closeted gay son of a family values senator has left WYATT EDGEWORTH with a reckless streak and a love of partying that just cost him eight months of his life and might cost his father his re-election.