Finn
When my sister moves from Chicago to Edmonton to get married, I take the opportunity to follow her. My life has become a lonely existence, only ever having time for work. The closest thing I have to a relationship is a one-sided affair with Gunner–the hottest cam boy on the app Money Shot.

This move will be good. It will allow me to slow down and sort out my priorities. Maybe I’ll even have time for a real relationship with someone in person.

The problem with that is, the only person to catch my eye in Canada is the commitment-phobe best man. There’s something familiar in the way Curtis moves. In his smile. Every interaction we have convinces me I know him from somewhere. When it clicks, it takes way too long to admit that Curtis and my favorite cam boy might be the same person. What are the actual chances my dream man is about to be my sister’s new brother-in-law?

The last thing I want is for Curtis to think I’m a creep, so I decide to unsubscribe, only it’s harder than I thought it would be. Getting to know Curtis in real life, and Gunner online, has made things murky, and the smart choice is to cut things off and pretend like it never happened.
But I never said I was smart.

Dawson

I have the most ridiculous crush on Briar, a customer who frequents my café. We never run out of things to talk about, and I find myself looking forward to his visits.

Just when I’m about to ask him on a date, he shows up at Sip and Savor with none other than my twin, who beat me to the punch. Definitely not how I hoped things would go.

Except my brother isn’t the settling-down type, so three months into dating Briar, he chooses the worst time to dump him—right before Christmas and straight after Briar asks Nathan to accompany him home for the holidays.

As I try to console Briar, he surprises me by cooking up a plot straight out of the movies, where I go home to Maine with him, pretending to be his boyfriend.

It’s supposed to be a friendly favor, I get a trip to the perfect Christmas town, and Briar can save face with his family and childhood ex. Only just like back in Boston, we have fun together, get each other, and I swear the spark I always felt between us grows.

But how does a guy tell his twin’s ex that he’s had feelings for him all along? And can what starts out as a holiday exchange turn into the perfect happily ever after?

Emmett
I never thought I’d see Kellan Miller again.
He was my best friend. The one who knew all my secrets—except the biggest one.
That I wanted him.
I told myself it was a phase, just curiosity. But deep down, I knew better.
Graduation night, he gave me my first kiss. The next day, he gave me my first heartbreak.
He gave no explanation. Didn't say goodbye. Just left a hollow in my chest, carved in his shape.
Twenty years later, he showed up for our high school reunion, looking sinfully good and still hiding behind his carefully built life. The second I felt his presence again, it all came back.
The pull.
The want.
The heat.
I was out. Settled. Gomillion was my home.
If Kelly wanted a second chance, he was going to have to earn it.

Kellan
Coming back was never part of the plan.
I’d spent my whole adult life pretending that night with Emmy didn’t change me. That I could move on, build something stable, keep my truth locked up tight. But nothing about being back in our small town felt settled—not with him watching me like he couldn’t decide whether to forgive me… or tell me to get the f*ck out of his life again.
It felt like it was twenty years ago, being around him was the closest I ever came to feeling like I belonged.
But if I wanted a chance at something real with him, I’d have to stop hiding.
Stop running.
And start fighting for the man I never should’ve left behind.

Sometimes the sweetest victories happen off the ice.

Ryland Zervudachi lives for the game of hockey—and for the chance to build the kind of team unity that will carry the Columbus Pilots all the way back to the playoffs after last season’s crushing defeat.

Off the ice, though, there’s one goal he hasn’t managed to score—the heart of Kyle Dabbs, the Vermont Trailblazers’ team captain and his long-time crush.

Kyle Dabbs has built a life centered on quiet strength. After a childhood scarred by his father’s verbal abuse, Dabbs pours his energy into his career on the ice and the book series he’s written to help kids like the boy he once was. He doesn’t need someone flashy, loud, and spotlight-loving like Ryland turning his world upside down.

But when an untimely appendectomy leaves Dabbs stuck at home, Ryland—recovering from an injury—shows up to help. Between late-night Scrabble competitions, pumpkin-carving mishaps, and long talks that peel back layers they’ve both kept hidden, Dabbs begins to see past Ryland’s bold exterior.

With chemistry sparking and walls crumbling, both men must decide if they’re ready to risk their hearts for something even better than a championship: love.

It was the d***slip seen around the world. The latest in a long string of PR disasters. I swear I don't go looking for it, chaos finds me.

With an FCC investigation hanging over my head, I'm banned from competing in MoM, the Men of Muscle bodybuilding tournament. Bodybuilding isn't just my passion, it's my life—and I want my life back.

Enter Decker Carlson. The PR whizkid brought in to get me out of this mess.

He hatches a brilliant cleanup plan, which, of course, goes off the rails because—I repeat—chaos is drawn to me.

Instead of fake dating his friend as planned, Decker and I get snapped together and the media thinks we're a couple. To be honest, I'm not mad about it.

As badly as I want to move on from this fiasco, I'm glad the universe brought Decker into my life. Even if he is closed off. Even if he insists on keeping things professional.

There's something between us neither one of us can deny. The question is—will Decker be brave enough to take a chance on a hot mess PR disaster like me?

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

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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

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

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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.

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He thinks I forgot. I didn’t.
I remember everything—his mouth, his breath, the sound he made when our lips touched.

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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.