One bed. My dad’s best friend. I forgot to mention I'm a chronic bed hog with an inner snuggle monster.

Nate
First, my long-term girlfriend cheats on me, then my house gets infiltrated by mold like it's starring in a horror movie. With nowhere to go—and no desire to walk in on my dad and my best friend again (I’m still recovering)—I end up crashing at Oak’s place.

Minor detail: Oak is my dad’s best friend.

Slightly more major detail: There’s only one bed.

Between my accidental nighttime snuggles, and the fact that Oak is somehow both comforting and hot, I’m starting to wonder if maybe I’m not as straight as I thought…

Oak
Nate is adorable, frustrating, completely off-limits, and exactly my type. When he needs a place to stay, I can’t say no. But I didn’t plan for a clingy bed hog who wraps around me like a human heater.

It was supposed to be friendly. Temporary. Harmless.
But the longer he stays, the more I start to wonder if maybe the line I swore I wouldn’t cross is exactly where I belong.

First love. First betrayal. One dare away from unraveling everything.

Truen "Tru" Jameson:
I was twelve when I realized I loved him.

Thirteen when I kissed him.
And the next day, he made me hate myself for it.
Darien turned our friendship into a weapon.

Now he calls me his stepbrother and looks right through me like I’m nothing.
He pretends he doesn’t remember that night in the closet.

But I do.

I still taste him like blood in my mouth.

I remember how he kissed me back—and how he made sure I paid for it.

If Darien taught me anything, it’s that love isn’t a game.
The first dare broke us. The second dare might set us free.

Darien "Dare" Carter:
I kissed him back.
Because I wanted to.

Because it felt like falling, and I wanted to crash.

But wanting him meant admitting too much, so I crushed it.

I burned the bridge and left him on the other side, holding the match I lit.

He thinks I forgot. I didn’t.

I remember everything—his mouth, his breath, the sound he made when our lips touched.

I’ve hated him ever since for making it matter.

But I hate myself more for wanting it again.

And God help me, I do.

This isn’t a love story.

It’s a reckoning.

Nikolai Borokov
36, Bouncer, member of the Shadow Vipers biker gang.

Being a member of the Shadow Vipers is like living the life of a rock star. Women throw themselves at you. Men want to be you. And everywhere you go, people respect you—whether by choice or taken by force.

But life hasn’t always been this awesome. When I first came to America, I was forced into one of the darkest corners of the criminal underworld—a world ruled by flesh, money, and monsters hiding behind human faces. It wasn’t until my best friend went missing that I realized the terrible truth about the chains I was in.

And now, after all these years, my best friend has resurfaced. Where has he been all this time? Why has he never tried to contact me? And why does he refuse to tell me what really happened all those years ago?

I know he’s hiding something. But that crooked smile and that all-too-familiar charm have my stomach—and heart—doing all sorts of weird things.

Reid Miller
36, addictive, charming, and easy on the eyes.

My life has been nothing but one nightmare bleeding into the next. It started the night I ran away from home, then got worse when I met a certain man lurking in the shadows. Word of advice? Never trust a man you meet in a dark alley. Rescue might just be another word for capture.

And yet, somehow, in all that darkness, one good thing came from the horror.

Nikolai.

The one man who kept me from stepping over that edge whenever the abyss was calling my name.

Even after all these years, my heart still belongs to him.

“Do you think I could make a real living out of punching people’s exes? Hear me out…what if they really, really deserved it?”

Gage supposes it’s a fair question, even if he doesn’t mean it. Granted, the pain and trauma he’s been living with for the past year has changed him, but that’s not the kind of person he wants to be.

And that much is obvious when Gage pragmatically doesn’t ice out his new neighbor who also happens to be the guy that ghosted him for three months after their one night together.

But Gage can’t really blame Fallon for going silent. He’s dealing with as much as Gage is. In fact, as Gage comes to learn, Fallon has a lot more on his plate than a crappy ex. He’s about to become a dad, and he’s doing it completely alone.

Gage can’t seem to help himself when he offers to step in and help. And it’s not just the fact that he’s a firefighter trained to play hero. There’s something about Fallon that Gage can’t get enough of. Something that doesn’t just make him want to keep running after the other man.

He also wants to catch him.
To love him.
To be loved back.
And to turn their chaotic lives into something like a happily ever after.

My life is a mess.

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It’s the start of a new semester, but things feel more bleak than ever. The house I was renting is being fumigated, my oldest friendship is falling apart, and my medical condition feels like a ticking time bomb. The stress of it all is leaving me in shambles and becoming almost too much for me to bear.

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Until they offer me a place to stay, my scent matches…

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Sam, Alpha Xi’s fraternity president with a secret past.

Kit, an omega who makes me smile and shares my interests.

Thatcher, a grumpy hockey player hiding behind a quiet persona.

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Because of my scent blockers, they’re unaware of who I am and the connection we share. Despite this, their instincts have taken over, overriding logic in order to give me a safe place to land. The close proximity leaves my omega yearning, making it harder to keep my secrets close to my chest. The last thing I want to do is insert myself into a pack that doesn’t need me, especially one that already has an omega.

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I soon discover, however, that nothing is what it seems with this pack. With our secrets threatening to tear us apart, it seems more important than ever for us to stick together. I just hope we can all stay mended when the truth finally comes out.

Stu
After a string of less than fulfilling dates, I’ve decided to take a break from relationships and enjoy the (perfectly acceptable) number of toys I’ve amassed over the years. Which means when my bestie’s boyfriend’s bestie – yes, you read that right – needs help proving a point to his ex, I don’t see any reason why I can’t be the one to be his fake boyfriend. He gets to have a bit of arm candy as his plus one, and I get to be around for all of the drama. It’s a win-win all around.

Except, for the first time ever, I start wondering what it would be like if it were him – an actual, real-life guy with an actual, real-life dick – inside of me instead of a piece of silicone.

Blake
When my best friend’s boyfriend’s best friend – just go with it – agrees to be my plus one for my ex’s wedding, it seems like a perfect solution to my problem. We get to hang out and have fun, and maybe get to rub our fake relationship in Kyle’s face a bit. And unlike all of my previous disasters with straight men, I know going into it that this is just for one night.

Only, Stu is the most openly affectionate straight guy I’ve ever known. He’s not worried about how queer he might look holding my hand and is more than comfortable with bottoming – don’t ask how I know. And the more he asks me to show him, the less fake it feels.