Jakey was living a normal life with his boyfriend Skylar and his best friend Seth. Then the new boy came.

Jamie has always had to take care of his brother, Nicky and their mother, who was suffering from chronic depression. Nothing else mattered to Jamie. Until he meets handsome, strong, and protective Adam. However, Adam has always had a strong craving to fight. Which is how he became a well-known street fighter. Can Jamie convince Adam to stop with his lifestyle before something happens to him? Can Adam give Jamie the tenderness he has been neglected of for all of his life?

(Title Changed,Previously: I Topped the Jock) Devin is the gay closet nerd who is a disappointment to his father. He tries to please him the best he can but his best still isn't enough. Devin constantly gets bullied by the jocks who includes his brother. A new student Dustin Blake a transfer football student has his own secrets and they make him the mean jock he is. These two guys find love and happiness in each other. But will it stay like that?

FIRST BOOK IN THE "Rocky" SERIES Ronnie and Jacky are more then best friends, they are brothers. They both realize they have feelings for each other and it makes things awkward between the two. There's only one thing keeping the two apart... Ronnie's girlfriend. Will Ronnie ditch the chick for d!ck?

Rowan is goodlooking, athletic, and clever, and attends Montague High School in his small town of Verona. Justin is a Sophomore in the bitter rival Capulet High School. With summer, Prom, and a grudge football game coming up, how will these two boys keep their heads and their hearts intact?

Forced out of his home in London, Sam has little choice but to show up on his mother's doorstep in Florida. Absent from each other's lives for the last nine years, Sam comes to find that lot of things have changed. With an annoying (yet surprising) roommate, an all knowing friend, and a little sister that he knew nothing about - just how much can Sam take on board? Not to forget his mother's fiancé, Alex, who should really start wearing something more than underwear around the house. Then again, Sam wasn't exactly complaining. Much. (Explicit chapters available. Warning for mentions of abuse.)

Aubrey was a pack reject. By her sisters, her brother, even her own Mate , for her freakish, purple and gold glowing eyes. The only thing close to love she's ever gotten was from her parents, and the Alpha. Who've died trying to make it right. After being banned, she stumbles onto another pack's territory where she's accepted, trained, considered for the first time and discover that there's more behind her eyes, and her weird visions of a mysterious wolf guiding her around than meets the eyes around her. But what happens when she's forced to reunite with her old pack to protect the Werewolf race, in fear of the Shadow's of the Past to return to haunt them all?

How did I end up here? Here with a bunch of boys? In this house living with Chase, Mason, Nathan and Ashton. They were all fairly attractive, but I'm just a 15 year old girl... I'm supposed to be living with my parent's... If you're wondering what's going on, they're not my brothers - there not even related to me whatsoever. My mom just died, she had cancer... And my dad just got remarried and his new wife is a jerk-face. I hopes she goes rots in a hole, I'd say I wish for she to go to heck - but heck is too good for her... Anyways, so I ran away - but they didn't even care. So, now I live with boys... This ought to be fun.

“Hey faggot!” I winced at the sound of the one and only star quarter back. He wasn't wrong, I was gay, but that word was just so offensive. I hated that I came out, hated the fact more than you could ever guess. It had cost me all but three of my friends, most of my freedom and every second that had been left of my childhood. When I loudly and discourteously turned down the prettiest girl in the whole school she screamed at me “what, are you gay?!” to which I decided to truthfully reply “yeah, got a problem with that?!” At the time I felt triumphant, giddy even and shouted at the top of my lungs 'I'm gay!' it had felt so good...but it wasn't worth the price I had to pay...not a week later I went from one of the top five popular guys to having three friends, had the shit beaten out of me at least once a week and went from relatively care-free to being the man of the house, a mom when mom couldn't be there, the cook the cleaner and the surrogate father three days later after I killed my father. I may have not been holding a smoking gun or bloody knife, but it was my fault he died all the same, even if the cops didn't see it.