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Ash Harrington's life is out of control. At 23 years old, he's suddenly the head of a multibillion dollar global corporation he is in no way equipped to run. His father is dying. His mother's run away. He's spent his entire adult life playing fast and loose with his life and his loves, but when he's dragged into a position of responsibility with the fate of the company on his shoulders, he goes spinning into freefall. And Brand Forsythe is the only man to catch him.

When Luca Ward was five years old, he swore he would love Imre Claybourne forever. Years later, when Luca finds himself shipped off to Imre's North Yorkshire goat farm in disgrace, long-buried feelings flare back to life. The lines around Imre's eyes may be deeper, the once-black night of his hair silvered to steel and stone . . . but he's still the same slow-moving mountain of a man whose quiet-spoken warmth, gentle hands, and deep ties to his Roma heritage have always, to Luca, meant home. The problem? Imre is more than twice Luca's age. And Luca's father's best friend.

By age 24, Vic has accomplished more than most men achieve in a lifetime. Since childhood he's tried to be the perfect son, the perfect executive, the perfect heir - and as next in line for the throne of his father's multibillion dollar textile empire, he's made his life entirely about discipline and control. But he doesn't know what discipline truly means - until he meets Amani Idrissi. University student. Part-time masseuse. Cello virtuoso. Amani fascinates Vic with his cool allure, changing everything Vic thought he knew about power, about control, about his own sexuality.

While Captain Anjulie Zarate y Salazar faces a crisis of loyalty at home, Malcolm Khalaji faces another crisis in Los Angeles. And that crisis is named Yoon Eun-Ji. When mandatory mental health leave turns into a not-particularly-optional dinner invitation from Seong-Jae's parents, Malcolm finds himself thrust into chaos. Multilingual mortification. Sassy sisters. Spicy steak. And intimate moments that are exactly what Malcolm needs to distract himself from the building trauma inside him, threatening to break and crash at any moment.

Rising tensions between Malcolm, Seong-Jae, and Aanga Joshi reach a tipping point—and send our devilish duo on a rogue mission. Mal and Seong-Jae are off the radar, off the rails, and determined to track down the connection between Sila and the Golden Ratio Killer, no matter who stands in their way.

For decades, Brendan Lau has swept the Hollywood scene as an openly gay actor starring in romantic films—but now, at fifty-one, he's losing out on roles to younger actors. And when he's passed over as the hero in a period film and instead cast as the father, it's less his reputation and more his pride that can't take the insult. But when he confronts the younger actor who stole his part, he walks in on Cillian Tell struggling to fend off the director's unwanted advances.

The boys are back, and an old face from Seong-Jae's past plunges BPD Detectives Malcolm Khalaji and Seong-Jae Yoon from a two-month suspension right into the depths of hell—and into one of the most horrific, grisly cases of Malcolm's life. He's never seen anything like it. Macabre ritual killings, and the only one who's ever been able to crack the killer's pattern has been his partner and lover. But Malcolm and Seong-Jae aren't the only ones tracking this case.

It's said the simplest solution is usually the right one—but there's nothing simple about the complications that arise when their primary suspect for the white rabbit killer shows up on Malcolm and Seong-Jae's doorstep, dead and mutilated beyond recognition. All it takes is one body to make their entire case timeline fall apart.

Less than a day of peace, of calm, of comfort before the white rabbit returns to tear Malcolm and Seong-Jae's lives apart. An eerie video presents them with a deadly ultimatum, which leaves our intrepid pair racing to discover the identity of the latest victim—and desperate to protect their families from the threat hanging over their heads. As tension rises to a screaming point and conflict comes to a head between Mal, Seong-Jae, and Aanga Joshi, the detectives dive deeper into the pasts of their remaining suspects, searching for the clue that will unmask the white rabbit once and for all.

When a string of young queer men turn up dead in grisly murders, all signs point to the ex-boyfriend - but what should be an open-and-shut case is fraught with tension when BPD homicide detective Malcolm Khalaji joins up with a partner he never wanted. Rigid, ice-cold, and a stickler for the rules, Seong-Jae Yoon is a watchful presence whose obstinacy and unpredictability constantly remind Malcolm why he prefers to work alone. Seong-Jae may be stunningly attractive, a man who moves like a graceful, lethal bird of prey...but he's as impossible to decipher as this case.

It's first blood drawn as the white rabbit dangles the lives of innocents in the balance, forcing Malcolm to choose between his parents and a missing FBI agent. Yet Malcolm's attempts to stall for time and find a better solution open a doorway into the Golden Ratio Killer's thoughts, his secrets...and the truth of the past that made him who he is today. With the thread of the phone call stitching past and present together, Malcolm remains dangling on the wire while Seong-Jae and Joshi race to trace the signal and track the white rabbit down before anyone has to die.

A stage play turns into high drama when the leading man's mutilated body takes center stage—and the remorseful note pinned to his chest is Malcolm and Seong-Jae's only clue to finding the killer. What should be a simple case is complicated by secrets and lies; as more and more of Seong-Jae's past surfaces, every deflection and careful half-truth builds the walls between partners-turned-lovers higher still. When Malcolm and Seong-Jae can no longer see eye to eye . . . will the closing act of their story turn into a tragedy?

To keep up, Malcolm and Seong-Jae will have to find the bigger picture, the larger plan to intercept their target before that strange message turns into another victim—but it's the small things tripping them up when their relationship and some unsettled business between them leaves them stumbling around each other and falling head-first into mistakes that could cost them more than just the case. It could cost another innocent life, and leave that blood stained on their hands.

An eerie ritualistic murder sends Malcolm and Seong-Jae down a bizarre path of the occult to find a killer—but when it comes to witchcraft, the suspect's not the only one casting a spell. With Seong-Jae haunting his dreams, Malcolm is practically bewitched, his trust in Seong-Jae growing deeper and deeper as both men learn to rely on each other. But when the murder triggers memories from both Seong-Jae's and Malcolm's shadowed pasts, will the secrets they share bring them closer . . . or drive them further apart?

Summer Hemlock never meant to come back to Omen, Massachusetts.... But with his mother in need of help, Summer has no choice but to return to his hometown, take up a teaching residency at the elite Albin Academy - and work directly under the man who made his teenage years miserable. Professor Fox Iseya. Forbidding, aloof, commanding: psychology instructor Iseya is a cipher who’s always fascinated and intimidated shy, anxious Summer. But that fascination turns into something more when the older man challenges Summer to be brave.

Multiple execution-style murders hint at a mob hit, but when Malcolm and Seong-Jae follow the clues, the last thing they expect is a host of very familiar—and very dead—faces. They say dead men tell no tales, but if Malcolm and Seong-Jae can't even trust the words of the living, they'll never catch a hit man dead set on burying every trace of an underworld secret . . . along with a few more bodies. But it's not just the cold bodies on their minds when a little undercover work sends them to a nightclub once owned by none other than Marion Garvey.

"He pushed me." Three words turn a suspected suicide into an unsettling murder, pointing to a killer whose methods and motives threaten to expose buried memories of Seong-Jae's past. Yet neither Malcolm nor Seong-Jae are ready for the shadowed secrets that could shatter their tenuous new relationship, when a haunting presence seems to stalk them around every corner, watching their smallest move, baiting them and flirting just out of reach. Is it the killer, always staying one step ahead?

Detective Malcolm Khalaji is at a loss. For the second time in his life, he wasn't there when his lover needed him. And with Seong-Jae Yoon on leave pending an internal investigation, Malcolm doesn't know what to do with a shattered partner and boyfriend who's retreated from him into a dark and broken place. This time he's determined to be there no matter what Seong-Jae needs, even if it means taking time off from the pressures of their job to hold Seong-Jae through every moment of trauma, of guilt, of self-recrimination.

They say where there's smoke, there's fire—but Malcolm and Seong-Jae have a lot of blood and no body in a case where the only witness to a murder may be the killer himself. Yet as they chase down a victim who may or may not exist in a crime that may or may not have happened, it's the sparks flying between them that threaten to ignite into dangerous flame . . . and by the time this case is over, their relationship may never be the same. One kiss, one case, one night may change everything . . .and when Malcolm and Seong-Jae come together, someone's going to get burned.

A murdered night club mogul unlocks a web of infidelity and deceit. The most likely suspect? The daughter of the richest family in Baltimore, if only Detectives Malcolm Khalaji and Seong-Jae Yoon can piece the evidence together. The clues just aren't lining up—but Malcolm can't tell if he's missing a piece of the puzzle or completely missing the mark. The McAllister case still haunts him. So many dead. So many he couldn't save. It's throwing him off his game. And the only one who really understands is his strange, coldly aloof partner.