August Jones

I was never supposed to be here. I never meant to come home. I was raised to shut up and disappear. Now my parents are dead, leaving only me and my younger brother, who’s barely alive in an ICU. I’m told I’m all he has left.

Calyx: If I could teach yoga and never have to walk a runway again, I’d do it in a heartbeat. But tell that to my manager-slash-part-time lover. Eager to get me back to work, but willing to be patient, he asks me to help his son recover from a torn hamstring.

Drew Riley: Night Doorman of The Eastmoor on Park I'm stuck in an uptown lobby while my dreams of making it as a model in New York hang by a single thread. Meanwhile, Olivier Arnaud lives his best life as a useless socialite, flaunting his wealth, his looks, and his privilege. His gaze taunts...

Finance Bros is a hate to love MM stepbrother romance featuring pets, found family, a little angst, and lots of spice.

Spring training is only a month away, and I’m supposed to be on vacation. The last place I want to be is snowed in with my arrogant teammate and the complete stranger he’s crushing on.

The Influencer is a full length standalone MM romance. The fourth and final installment of The Manhandled Series features strangers to lovers, open communication in the form of constant banter, heartfelt swoons, and as always, scorching heat.

Gideon York is one of the most famous queer men in the world, but since his very public sex scandal, he’s on the verge of being permanently cancelled. Up for three Grammys this year, he needs to get through his six-week European tour without further incident or bad press.

PH24 This is my confession . . . Christian Sands: Doorman at Gramercy Place on the Upper East Side My first love died in her sleep, and I ask forgiveness every day from a God I struggle to believe in. I write poems in a basement, keep my failures and secrets to myself, and live a life that feels...

I am not a famous person, but I have been called a king maker. I own the most important talent agency in the world. Music is my life, and no one knows the industry better than I do.

What if this is the worst idea? I may be struggling as an artist in New York, but I'm a great doorman. Is it the easiest job in the city? Probably. And it gives my mind all the time it needs to wander. Sometimes to my current project or muse, but more often to the one who got away. I was the one...