***This story is Manxman and it is rated R for sexual content! If you are bothered by that then please do not read. I will not tolerate any ignoramous comments about how wrong it is. You have been warned so simply back away slowly or turn and run like hell but do not message me in disgust or complaint if you choose to read and see something you don't want to! **** Will is running from more than just the man who held him prisoner, he is running from the memories, the pain, the knowledge of what he's been made to do and the way he's been used. Running away at night seemed the logical choice until he found himself running straight into a blizzard and realized that he'd die of cold out there alone--but at least he would die free. Turner has all he wants in his sanctuary up in the mountains. His horse, his mule and his trust coonhound, Beaux, are the only company he desires. Three years he'd been alone and tried telling himself that he was content but all that changes the day he finds a dying man in a snow bank. Neither of these men were looking for love but what better way to make fate laugh than to talk about your own plans... and there's just something that happens, some magic in the air, when it's Christmas time, you're fighting attractions and you find yourself snowed in.

Nathaniel Angelev is a gritty, battle-hardened mafia prince who seemingly has it all - money, power, and devastatingly good looks - even though he's sacrificed a lot along the way. But the final straw isn't the knife fight that renders him mute; it's the one that forces him to take the life of his closest friend. So Nate leaves his legacy of blood and gunpowder, determined to turn state's witness and dismantle the entire organization that has caused so much pain. And he finds himself headed straight into the arms of Marshal Reid Logan, a man secretly running from a past of his own. 
But the usual witness protection placements fail, over and over, and after an especially close call, Reid realizes that there must be someone inside of the Marshals Service working against them. Their only option is to send Reid's partner back in to hunt the mole inside of the agency, while Reid and Nate go off the grid and hit the road together. They're constantly on the move, fighting both Nate's fearsome family and their growing attraction to one another. The Angelev specter of danger is ever-looming, leading to numerous close calls and showdowns, with the stakes climbing even higher after Reid and Nate give in to their fierce passion for one another. They come to realize what's truly worth fighting for and learn that love can grow even in seemingly impossible circumstances. *****contains language, violence, sexual content, and other things of a mature nature***** (Originally posted - in a very different form - as Destiel fanfic)

It was pitch black outside, the only light came from the lantern at the front of the coach, bobbing crazily over the road. The coach picked up speed again, and Jonathan remained at the window, waiting to catch a glimpse of Castle Blackstone, the place that would be his home for the next six years. Romance / Historical / LGBT

HIGHEST RANK: #3 IN ROMANCE 18 year old, Liam Spencer's life changes drastically when a sexy, mysterious man shows up to take him away from his parents. He discovers his parents debt and how it had to be paid with his life. But Liam isn't succumbing without a fight. 25 year old mafia boss, Enzo Di Mercurio, gladly takes Liam as his own, but soon realizes that taming this feisty boy will take more than just his physical strength. He will have to use and discover emotions he didn't even realize he had. With pasts coming back to haunt Enzo and inner demons haunting Liam these two, although they would never admit it, need each other more now than ever. *** The lovely cover was made by @xXAwkward_BoyXx

Lorenzo never expected to be looking for a new pack. But when his Alpha's behavior pushes him out, he finds himself fighting in the tournament to show off his skills to potential new Alphas. Only problem is, his old one just can't seem to let things go... Thatcher never thought he'd find himself in the tournament either. Or that he'd end up sharing a tent with someone as sexy as Lorenzo. He just wants to focus on competing. But, man. It's difficult. This could get real complicated real fast. ***Adult Content (18+), ~20,000 words, Gay Werewolf Novella

Book 1 HomeLess Book 2 ReckLess Book 3 SenseLess Being homeless isn't the end of the world. At least, that's what Zachary thought when he found himself on the streets after being kicked out at seventeen. It hadn't been his fault. His father had used him as a scapegoat and won his mother over, thinking that her husband was telling the truth about his cheating and that Zachary was the one who was bringing women over, trying to ruin their marriage. He'd argued his side, but once his mother decided on something, her mind would not be changed. That's how he came to live in the alley near the end of 73rd street between the old bakery and a laundromat. It wasn't anything special, but after three years he'd managed to spruce up the place and make it almost-bearable to live in. Over the years he'd made friends with random people he often passed on the streets and did manage to hold down a few random jobs, but like everything else, they came, then went. Now he was left with fifteen dollars and twenty-two cents, a torn blanket, one outfit, and a dream for a better life. He just didn't know that he'd find it somewhere he'd never thought to look... or with someone he never knew he'd want.

LUTHER'S MATE When Luther's sexuality is discovered, he isn't exactly surprised by the rough treatment he receives. But the betrayal still stings. Abandoned by his pack, he sets out to parts unknown. And doesn't get nearly as far as he thought he would. ***Adult Content, Gay Erotic Romance Short, mxm, m/m, werewolves/shifters

[EDITING!] RANKING: #1 on 'gaymarriage' - 11/28/19 #8 on 'Billionaires' - 7/25/18 "Can money buy love?" After the death of Peter McKinley, the fate of the McKinley Inns was left in the hands of Peter's firstborn son, Alexander. But when Alexander finds out about the company's seemingly unending debts, he was desperate in finding ways to pay the debts and keep the company. Scrambling to save his family's company, Alexander McKinley was shocked when the young billionaire hotel magnate George Garrison approached him with a deal. It was to buy his company, call off his company's creditors and let him lead it in exchange for his sister's hand in marriage. Furious of the deal, Alex was worried about his sister having a long-time boyfriend and tried to find another way to fight bankruptcy. Following his grandfather's request about being married, the billionaire George Garrison was set to find a perfect wife...or groom. He was gay, and that was the problem. Upon seeing the opportunity on the youngest daughter of Peter McKinley, he thought that he could finally be at peace and get married even though it was against his own will. But then everything changed when the oldest son of Peter McKinley barges into his office and leads him to discover a better deal.

My heart pulsated through my chest and I didn't think I could hold on for much longer. The frightening, terrorising feeling of his fingers slipping through mine was causing the arm that was gripping to the edge of the cliff to shake. "Hold on, Harry! I've got you, I swear! Please, just hold on!" my voice held a shrill of terror to it and my eyes were filling with tears; tears of pain, frustration and sheer horror. Harry moved his gaze from our slipping fingers to my eyes. "It's okay, Ethan. Let go. You can't save me; not this time." I hated how calm his tone was. I hated how defeated he sounded. He had never given up - we always held hope for one another! We never gave up. "Don't you say that to me! Don't you fucking say that to me!" I roared, a small sob escaping my lips. Harry just smiled sadly, his muscular, beautiful body swaying in the harsh wind. The fall was so big; he would surely die of a heart attack before he hit the ground. I prayed to God he would. No. I was breaking my own rule; I would not give up on him. Either both of us lived or neither of us would. My life would be over the second his ended, anyway.