A beautiful wife and two kids, CEO of a skyrocketing business, Herlad Floyd has it all. Every man wants to be him; every man but himself. Scared to see everything he's worked for crumble before his eyes, Herald fights to keep the script of the perfect straight man. Until he meets July, hot, sensual, and of all things, honest. Hearld falls into a pool of seduction, exploring everything about his true self that he's never known. How long can he hold secrets from those who love him? How long can he maintain two lives? Secret: /ˈsēkrit/ not known or seen or not meant to be known or seen by others. Seduction: /siˈdəkSHən/ the action of seducing someone. a tempting or attractive thing. *************************

In his first class at a new school, Vinny Donovan is partnered with Callum Janoff; a quiet, withdrawn boy who has little to say and even fewer friends. The boy is lost; his identity, the thing that makes him 'him', was lost years ago, and he has no idea how to find it again. After unpleasant circumstances force Callum and Vinny together, Callum realises something: identity doesn't come from others. It comes from self-acceptance.

This tale begins in a far, far away land called New York City where a boy named John Fierce lives. This sounds familiar? Right, but this is not your typical fairy tale, take my word. John Fierce is a bisexual flirt who takes advantages of his good-looks. Of course, that morning when it happened, he would have laughed at the idea of him ending up in a drunken embrace with the world's biggest rock star, lead singer to Royal Parade, Damien Darkridge. He also would have laughed at the thought of his close friend slept with his ex-boyfriend while they were still dating. And he would have died laughing at the thought of a bi-curious rock star trying to get in his pants. Of course, like I said: this is not your typical fairy tale. And who says all fairy tales have a happily ever after, because if that's truth, maybe this isn't a fairy tale at all.

She skimmed over the love letter one last time. There was no way she'd ever get the guts to tell him. She sealed the letter in a pink envelope and sprayed it with her vanilla perfume before dumping it in a box with the rest of the bunch. It was supposed to be like every other ordinary day of an obsessed fan girl, except when she got home from school the box wasn't there. All her stupid love letters had been sent.