Forestville Silver Foxes

All people see when they look at me is a beautiful man, a supermodel, half of the world’s most famous twins. No one sees the man underneath. When I return to Forestville, the small town I grew up in, for my high school reunion, I impulsively decide to stay.

I’ve always wanted simple things. Become the local sheriff like my dad. Get married and have kids. Build a life in Forestville. I’ve done all that...but it hasn’t turned out as expected. At 48, I’m single and co-parenting my two daughters with my ex-wife. My chances of meeting someone new in my small town are slim. Have I missed my chance at happiness?

We were at the top. Tomás and Tiago Banner, the most famous twins in the world. The sexiest men alive. My whole identity was rooted in being the older brother, in taking care of my twin, in being a model. Until Tiago fell in love and left me on my own. Now I’m lost, drifting without an anchor. Hurting.

I’m proud to be a geek. I’m smart, but I’m also awkward and somewhat socially inept—forever doomed to live in the shadow of my dead brother. My job as a research engineer is amazing, though, and recently, I’ve managed to make some friends in my hometown of Forestville. But when the wrong people show too much interest in my latest invention, my boss wants me protected. Despite my fierce protests, I end up back in Forestville. With a bodyguard who poses as my boyfriend.

I don’t do emotions or romantic entanglements. My life is simple: I work hard and I play hard, with anyone willing. I’m not discriminatory. And then I go home…alone. Until my body decides to stop cooperating. Nothing is stirring anymore, and it scares me to death. While navigating this issue, support comes from an unlikely source. Ennio, my best friend’s little brother, is sweet and sassy but also stubborn in his decision to be there for me. He’s the vibrant glittery sunshine to my grumpy black heart.

After thirty years as a firefighter and smokejumper, I’ve been forced into retirement by my injuries. Settling in Forestville was an easy decision, but what comes next? I have no clue who I am outside of my job. When I meet Calloway, I recognize a kindred spirit. He’s hurting too, though for very different reasons. I wanna hug him, help him, hold him…and kiss the living daylights out of him because, god, he’s gorgeous.

I’m a walking disaster, so I’m not surprised when my RV catches fire outside the cute town of Forestville. What is surprising is the hot deputy sheriff who comes to my rescue…and invites me to stay with him. Waylon is fifteen years my junior, but he’s disciplined, organized, and put together. Who knew competence could be so arousing? But when I discover he’s a gay virgin, I may just be able to teach him a thing or two.

I love my job as a wilderness guide, even when an adorable guy sends me splashing into a river. I messed around with some guys while in college, but I haven’t been attracted to a man since. Until I meet Onno, a sweet Dutch man visiting Forestville. We’re the same age, and he’s so easy to talk to. Plus, I love his sense of humor. He would be so easy to fall for… The problem? He’s going back home to the Netherlands in three weeks. But not if I can help it.

Vegas isn't my scene, but I might as well have some fun while I'm here for my son's wedding. I've always considered myself straight...until I meet Sawyer at the blackjack table. He's my age, super hot, and funny, and the sparks between us could power the entire casino. When he asks me up to his room, I happily accept. But one night isn't enough for either of us. We want more. Until we discover we're both here to watch our sons get married... to each other.

The whole red suit and beard should’ve been a turn-off, not to mention the reindeer and sleigh. Oh, and his age. The guy’s easily twenty years older than me. But when I spot the super sexy Santa someone hired for my dad’s bachelor party—don’t ask—I want to sit on his lap and tell him all I want for Christmas is him. The good news is that Santa—whose real name is Ellery—is into men and, more specifically, me. And he’s not opposed to me sitting on his lap at all. Or taking a ride on…I mean with him. We’re having our own wonderful Christmas time.