Kaiden Donnelly

I like my life. My job doesn’t force me to wake up at the crack of dawn—owning a tattoo shop has a lot of perks. I have my own apartment, a brother I can tease endlessly, and one of my closest friends owns a bar which I visit almost every night. On top of that, I’m handsome and charming so finding a hookup is fairly easy for me.

I’m definitely not the overthinking type.

The only constant thought in my head is how to get back at the Devil. Cole Devenport. The king of hell and bane of my existence. We have a prank war going on and it’s usually fun. But what he did to me today is unforgivable. He didn’t cross the line, he’s...obliterated it. And now Satan will face my wrath.

But what if this time it turns into something…different? Something I’ve never experienced before? Something that excites me more than anything has before.

Lucifer is tempting me and I don’t want to resist.

Foster
I moved to a new city for a librarian job at the university, and though I’m enjoying the change, it does little to dispel the dull grayness of my world. When my dog, Oscar, forms an instant bond with a man living in a yellow tent, my surroundings begin to feel more vibrant and full of possibility. I’m first drawn to Lachlan’s soulful eyes, and then to his kind nature and resilient spirit. I want to know more about him, and Oscar seeking him out on our daily walks provides me with that opportunity.

Lachlan
One split-second decision leads to losing everything and living on the streets. Still, I’d choose my current conditions over being harmed by someone I loved. The only bright spot in my struggle to survive is the handsome stranger and his dog. Despite how compassionate Foster seems, I don’t want any handouts. I need to stay safe and stand on my own two feet after what I’ve been through. But when I find myself in a bind, I allow Foster to rescue me, if only for a night.

Our circumstances couldn’t be more different, and yet I’m drawn to Foster in ways I hadn’t expected. When our attraction skyrockets, Foster assures me that finding comfort in each other doesn’t hurt anyone. But when it becomes something deeper—meaningful conversations and mind-blowing intimacy—it occurs to me that I might’ve met the right man at the wrong time. Story of my life.
 

Kellen

The entire world is convinced that something is going on between my best friend and I.

​

Okay, maybe not the entire world— but a good chunk of our fans think we're secretly together.

​

But ever since our band, Fool's Errand, blew up three years ago, people have mistaken our close friendship for romance.

​

And, okay— maybe before then too, but we're just the best friends ever.

​

Everyone is sure that we're hiding or in denial, but we've been close since we were young, and it's not our fault other people don't understand affection.

​

We might show it differently than other friends—

but that's all we are—

Friends.

​

Until an awkward interview changes things between us.

​

And denying that Oliver isn't the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen gets harder than—

Well, you get the picture.

​

Though we try to avoid it, fate has other plans when we end up stuck together with no escape.

​

Oliver is terrified that whatever we're doing will ruin our friendship.

​

I'm sure that it would never be the same regardless.

​

How can I convince my overthinking best friend that change can be good?

​

Especially when I'll do anything for him, even if that means pretending that everything is fine when it so clearly isn't.

​

I was under the impression that shippers are stupid.

​

But, I'm beginning to think all those people were onto something

​

And maybe...

We're the fools after all...

FAKE AMNESIA. REAL FEELINGS? REAL PROBLEMS.

​

Sam Becker loves—or, okay, likes—his job. Sure, managing a bed and bath retailer isn't exactly glamorous, but it's good work and he gets on well with the band of misfits who keep the store running. He could see himself being content here for the long haul. Too bad, then, that the owner is an infuriating git.

Jonathan Forest should never have hired Sam. It was a sentimental decision, and

Jonathan didn't get where he is by following his heart. Determined to set things right, Jonathan orders Sam down to London for a difficult talk…only for a panicking Sam to trip, bump his head, and maybe accidentally imply he doesn't remember anything?

Faking amnesia seemed like a good idea when Sam was afraid he was getting sacked, but now he has to deal with the reality of Jonathan's guilt—as well as the unsettling fact that his surly boss might have a softer side to him. There's an unexpected freedom in getting a second shot at a first impression…but as Sam and Jonathan grow closer, can Sam really bring himself to tell the truth, or will their future be built entirely on one impulsive lie?

Sometimes the high road leads straight to Hell.

Avriel
Turning twenty-one is almost universally seen as the age of transformation, of coming into one's own, reaching adulthood, and sometimes even as a symbol of death and rebirth. I never knew how literal that last part could be until, on my twenty-first birthday, I died and was resurrected as a demon.

Well, half-demon and would have died if I wasn’t prophesized to become the Antichrist and take over the world. All I wanted was to survive graduation, achieve my dream of becoming an artist, and maybe have Marc, the hot new guy who I thought liked me for me, be anything other than a lust demon hoping to guide me on my path to the apocalypse.

Marchosias
Occasionally, ya gotta make yer own destiny, my lovelies, so when I found a thin spot in the veil between Hell and earth, I leapt right through it. Sensing the soon-to-be successor to the throne of Hell, I insinuated myself on campus and into his life to await his awakening and fell to my knees in supplication once he did. Pity Avi is so set on denying his destiny.

But I can convince him. I will serve and aid and arouse my master in whatever manner necessary to get what I want. I’ve been an underling, a doormat, a lesser demon for far too long, and his path to glory is going to be mine.

I'm told Nethermire House is haunted, but the truth is even stranger.

​

Nethermire is home to an eccentric 80-year-old and the young man she claims is her great-nephew.

​

Except he's not.

​

He's a demon.

​

Brin's chaotic, bratty ways draw me to him. When he calls me Daddy, I'm a goner. I want to protect him, take care of him, and call him mine.

​

But when he gets summoned to hell, our happiness is shattered.

​

Can I recall him to my side, or will I lose him forever?

​

Recalling My Demon is a standalone MM paranormal romance in the Possessive Love multi-author series. It has an age-gap relationship between a bratty demon who needs someone to love him more than he realises and an ex-priest who's now a Daddy.

“I won’t let anyone hurt him. Even if he can never be mine.”

​

Ezra. Escort. Cynical. Hunted by a killer. Needs a man capable of anything.

​

Frank. Client. Protective. Loyal. Wants to forget his violent past.

​

On his 40th birthday, Frank decides his chance for love has passed.

​

But when an old friend treats him to a night with a beautiful escort, Frank is not about to say no. In fact, Ezra proves to be so intoxicating, he doesn’t want to let go.

​

So he’ll pay. An easy solution to loneliness. No strings, no expectations, a clean transaction and a bit of extravagance in his otherwise frugal life.

​

That is, until one night Ezra arrives on his doorstep, desperate for protection from none other than Frank’s old buddy. A man as dangerous as Frank used to be.

​

Ezra has a very clear goal in life—make a load of money while he’s young and beautiful, then marry rich. His rules are just as simple: stay safe and don’t fall for clients.

​

Frank might be Ezra’s type: big, rough around the edges, and generous in bed, but Ezra is level-headed enough to know that a guy who works at a junkyard and doesn’t exactly own a yacht isn’t marriage material.

But Ezra is in danger, and he needs a man with massive fists, not deep pockets, so he will do everything in his power to secure Frank’s affection.

​

Only Frank never planned to get involved with his little treat. Because if Ezra knew his dark secrets, he’d be terrified of what kind of monster he’d let into his bed.

The world is in chaos, after a freak solar storm destroys all technology on Earth. The planet goes into World War III and half the population is eradicated. The remaining population, because of radiation from the bombs and solar storm, ends up changing them. The radiation awakes latent elemental powers, allowing every person to control one element.

Kitana has known since she was a young girl, she was different, she figured out early on that she could control all four elements. Something completely unheard of. But to stay safe she practices only water with her foster family. When her foster mom marries the Royal Duke and they moves to Canada, she is forced to live in the large estate with the royal family and the insufferable heir to the Water throne, Zane Frost. Zane torments Kitana, making it known the orphan is not welcome in his home. Then they're forced on a life-changing mission with the three other Elemental Princes and things begin to heat up.

Of Stars and Elements is a post apocalyptic fantasy medium burn, why choose, with mm, and a little enemies to lovers story. It will have dark themes, explicit scenes, and light BDSM. Only suitable for 18+

My adoption made us brothers. My obsession makes him mine.

Love. Lust. Obsession. There’s no telling which of my feelings for Noah came first.

What do I have to do—who do I have to be—to make him feel the same? To want me. To love me.
Even though it will mean the destruction of our precariously constructed family, who the fuck cares? I certainly don’t. Not if I can make Noah mine.