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"I'm not gay, but..." College freshman athlete Basil Rothsteller is straight, but his gorgeous tall chiseled physical therapist, Lucien, has an amazing touch. The more Lucien touches him, the more uncertain Basil grows. It's just a physical reflex, right? Basil is sure he's straight, but his body refuses to listen. His first time is nothing like he's ever felt, but he's not sure whether to let himself enjoy it. "I'm your physical therapist, not your plaything." Lucien wouldn't mind dating a younger man, especially one with a body like Basil's. But first he has to be convinced that Basil ...

Doctor Ritter Lehman thinks he's hot stuff. Can he make his car mechanic believe it? Ritter is the best orthopedic surgeon in Miami. He’s got muscles up to here. And he doesn’t just have a condo at the Ritz-Carlton; he has the whole top floor. What doesn’t he have? Love. He gets what he needs, one night at a time. Anybody who’s anybody already knows about Ritter. They respect him, but they wouldn’t date him. And Joshua, that willowy nineteen-year-old mechanic with a shy smile? No way. A renowned surgeon is not going to date a wrench monkey. Let Joshua stick to fixing Ritter’s ...

Pilot Jake flies straight. Baker Eran is more than just a bit gay. When they share a bed, it's Eran who has to set boundaries.A pilot flies his gorgeous smile and beefy tail section into Eran's bakery and ends up spending the night. Eran wants no part of Jake. Straight guys are bad news. Except this guy is perfect. And he's a pilot. And he's so different from the men who play and fly away. Eran doesn't believe in anything other than a good eclair. Can a brawny pilot show him love?Eran gave up on romance. He's happy to make world-class eclairs in his bakery and storm the island roads on his ...

"I'm not gay; I'm just Flicky's biggest fan." Hotel clerk Luke Rogers is former pop star Flicky Hernandez's biggest fan. He's not gay. He just likes Flicky. A lot. A regular guest at the hotel where Luke works looks a lot like Flicky. But wouldn't Flicky be staying at a nicer place than this? Wouldn't Flicky be traveling with an entourage? Luke isn't gay. But he's never felt love like this. "I was all alone as soon as my song fell off the charts." Alex had a one-hit wonder as "Flicky." Nowadays he keeps a low profile. Not like any fans remember him anyway. Alex sneaks off to a hotel to get ...

Colin and Matias are just best friends... until they meet Duke. Fussy Colin and down-to-earth Matias thrived as college roommates. They've shared some laughs, grown much closer together, and maybe a few times glanced at each other in the hot tub, but never like that -- even if everyone saw their spark. Their new personal trainer is a nice guy way down on his luck. Can he help them discover the love that's been hiding in plain sight? Duke thinks he doesn't deserve love... until Colin and Matias treat him better than he ever expected. He had his days as an MMA fighter. He has to support the ...

In this collection of four MMM novels, two "straight" guys control their mutual attraction, until a third man sparks newfound love. Book One: We Three Recent college graduates Colin and Matias are comfy as longtime roommates in Colin's luxury condo. Their fitness trainer, Duke, teaches them about compassion, dedication, and love. Book Two: Three Hearts Dr. Bronson and Dr. Yorshenko have been sworn enemies since their secret hotel rendezvous. A nerdy student leads them to his heart, and theirs. Book Three: The Power of Three Asher and Dane are Miami's finest police officers, stalwart ...

Clair What good is my Harvard acceptance letter when I'm homeless? I can't even afford to take my cat to the veterinarian -- until I meet Blake Jorgensen. Blake is the vet everyone is scared of: a tower of muscle, and known to erupt in anger when animals are at stake. I was scared too when I first met him. But Blake offered to help me like nobody else ever did. He fixed my cat, and then my life. Can Blake fix my heart? Blake That Clair kid came into my office. His poor cat. Of course I had to help the two of them. I could tell that Clair had a tough life, being gay in a small town in ...

Six months after breaking up, Harry and Elias win a dream vacation — together. Harry Elias was as scared of commitment as he was of germs. He dumped me just because I stood a beer can on one of his precious antique statues. At least he gave those statues his unconditional love. Six months after our breakup, Elias and I are headed to a beach resort in Thailand. Together. I won't be tempted by his sultry smile or his ripped body. And I absolutely won’t offer to rub sunscreen across his mile-wide shoulders. Nope. Not happening. Even if Elias was the only guy who ever really knew me, and ...

Greg rescued me from a boat crash. Can I rescue him from misery? I hit the rocks. Literally. In Honey Bay. Greg took me in, even though I pushed him away. He's always trying to help people and make them happy. Even if he's never bothered to make himself happy. Greg is sure Honey Bay wouldn't accept a gay teacher. Meanwhile, my dad has no idea that I'm gay, nor that I'm being blackmailed by his VP of Sales. Greg is helping me fix up my boat so I can leave Honey Bay. But my boat isn't all he's repairing, and I think I want to stay -- if Greg can think about his own happiness for once and let ...

"He's a Brad or a Chad, not a Mortimer." The summer before college, Raffy finds out his roommate is named Mortimer. Raffy expects Mortimer to wear a sweater vest and high-rise pants. But Mortimer goes by Mook, and he's a popular, athletic jock: a kind, open, and friendly jock, who tries to include shy Raffy in his social life. Raffy rations himself peeks at Mook dressing, undressing, and showering. His eyes wander when Mook wears loose basketball shorts. But Mook is definitely straight, and a jock at that. Way out of Raffy's league. And straight. "I'll spend all summer looking at what I ...

Josh I never expected to love a guy. I was just trying to return my ex-girlfriend's dog to her after she dumped me for... it's a long story. I ended up getting a massage from her former masseur. Then something really weird happened. I never felt like that before. Not about a man, not about anybody. Why can't I stop thinking about Alan: his reassuring voice, his salt-and-pepper stubble, and how secure I feel in his hands? I didn't think I was gay, but Alan is amazing. He's so caring. Maybe I'm just lonely and deluding myself. Or maybe I really am falling in love. Alan I'm not going to be ...

Abner Lewis: lawyer, multimillionaire, single, and definitely straight.Abner is pure manly authority, salt-and-pepper beard, and a gruff, commanding voice. He doesn't take anything from anyone. And other than a few women he dated just for show, he's never had anything with anyone. Abner can't stop thinking about his gorgeous, confident young employee, Ryan. The one who trash-talked him at the bar. The one who isn't afraid of anything. Ryan especially isn't afraid of a business trip with his boss: presidential suite, honeymoon hot tub, and a dreamy-eyed chauffeur. It's all business. Until it...

"Love is for chumps." Jack is a lone wolf, a career online scammer who works every angle. His hard body and his gay desires are just another way to get what he wants. And he needs an accomplice to provide the computing power for his new Zika scam. "Finally, a man who treats me well." So many guys exploited Simon's loneliness. Jack walks into his office and is completely different: he even brings Simon coffee, something no guy has ever done for him before. Jack is good at pretending. "I don't know whether I'm pretending anymore." Jack pushes all of Simon's buttons to wind Simon around his ...

Zeke walks in to Clark's shop on opening day. But isn't Zeke... wasn't Zeke... Zippy the Calculator Boy, from back in elementary school? Except he has muscles now. And he's looking Clark up and down like he never did back in elementary school. Clark is straight, but he has to admit: Zeke is gorgeous. And intimidatingly smart, just like he was back in school. Plus those muscles. It's a little too much. Clark wouldn't mind reconnecting with his old buddy Zeke. For friend stuff. They can drive their Ferraris around. Jump off of casino boats. Stuff like that. So why does Clark want to kiss him?...

"Adam is only my business partner." Linus doesn't let his attraction to Adam interfere with their smuggling business. He can worry about love on his off hours, not when he's piloting cargo across the Florida Straits. And Linus knows not to trust a man. Especially not a Cuban man. "You saved my life, and I..." Adam saves Linus's life at sea, even if he can't save their boat or their business. Linus is stranded in Cuba with nothing, nothing but Adam's fiery eyes and knowing glances. Swimming to Cuba is a smugglers-to-lovers gay romance with love hotter than the Cuban sun. No abuse, no violence.

"I've loved Henry since junior high, but he doesn't know my problem." Handsome weed dealer Trevor has secretly loved Henry since they were both teenage boys uninterested in girls. But now Henry is a cop, and Trevor dodges Henry's romantic overtures and sticks to dealing weed. He wishes he could get a better job, but he can be kicked out of the country at any moment. "I'm a cop in love with my weed dealer, but he doesn't know my pain." Henry is a cop, a cop who needs marijuana to get through the day. It was just early-stage, in remission now, but there's still the pain after surgery. But ...

"You think a Russian gangster is scared of a judge?" Tattooed muscleman Valentine is the mob's brain and muscle. He laughs at his court dates, and he's definitely not scared of the scrawny federal judge trying to lecture him. He'll skate on the charges. His body and his cash get him what he needs -- without worrying about love. "I'm a forty-year-old virgin, and I can't stop thinking about that gangster in my courtroom." Nerdy judge Peter knows not to get involved with the accused. But Valentine is irresistible. A mild-mannered judge isn't supposed to obsess over a muscular, tattooed Russian...

I'm lonely at the top. I'm a world-famous gay relationship expert. I have my own television show, Boyfriend Academy. I’m six feet, five inches of ex-Mossad muscle. My abs have their own Instagram account. And I can make hummus like nobody's business. Still, I spend every night alone. My next coaching assignment is in Honey Bay. Middle-of-nowhere type place. The nearest Bergdorf Goodman is 331 miles away. The nearest hot guy, probably even farther. And I'm supposed to coach some dude named Holden. Turns out Holden is gorgeous, cute as a pug, and he doesn't even know it. He's a car mechanic...