Tyler O'Connor had it all; the perfect husband, the perfect daughter, the perfect life. Until his husband left him for another man and his life crumbled around him and his daughter, Saskie. Cue Sorcha, his best friend, barrelling into his life like a whirlwind and whisking him off from Ireland to England to open an art gallery. The new job is perfect for distracting him - as is Saskie's attractive new teacher, Elliot Rose. Join Tyler as he starts anew, building a new life, co-parenting with his ex, and learning how to fall in love again.

When shy bartender Elliot is approached by a handsome stranger on a park bench at midnight, their unlikely attraction unravels everything they know about themselves, and the crime-ridden city around them. *** Elliot Taylor is running out of places to hide. Trapped between a ruthless father, a dead-end job, and a future that feels just out of reach, he spends his nights on park benches clinging to one goal: get into college and get out for good. What he doesn't plan on is Noah Black. Vice President of the Stray Dogs Motorcycle Club. Infamous. Observant. Relentless. Far too charming for a man with a reputation for violence, and determined to pry into wounds Elliot would rather pretend don't exist. Through chance encounters and sleepless nights, the two can't seem to avoid each other. But Noah's life comes with complications: a motorcycle club under pressure, threats closing in, and loyalties that crumble when tested. As Elliot drifts deeper into Noah's current, he cannot help but realize how dangerously close he's falling -- even as deadly secrets threaten to unravel everything they've fought so hard for. Soon, Elliot must face a choice: keep chasing the life he's always dreamed of, or confront the truths that could shatter everything he knows... including his past, his heart, and the man who refuses to let him go.

For years, Silas Blackwood has shared his life with an anonymous online friend he has never seen, never met, and never stopped trusting. Then an international tattoo competition in Las Vegas brings him face to face with Victor Acosta: his most dangerous rival and the identical twin of his boyfriend. Victor and Silas should make no sense together. One is silence, the other noise. One holds back, the other throws himself headfirst into everything. Still, they understand each other better than anyone else ever has. Now they're competing for the same title while Victor struggles to hide an obsession with Silas that began years before they ever met. The truth has the power to break them beyond repair, or bind them together for good. Because Victor Acosta is now both Silas's greatest rival, and the anonymous friend who's been on the other side of the screen all these years. 🥇#1 - slowburn 🥇#1 - queer 🥇#1 - switch 🥇#1 - mmromance 🥇#1 - yearning 🥇#1 - twins

[BOOK FOUR] Leo Morelli has a reputation. He's a heartbreaker. It's chronic. Felix Finley had a reputation. A less fun one. He left it behind. He wants it to stay buried forever. Only when he joins the national volleyball team, old secrets get a little difficult to keep. Felix and Leo have met before. They have history. It's complicated. There's something brewing between them. There has been for a while. Tension. It's palpable. Unavoidable. However, neither of them do feelings. One thinks they're a waste of time, and the other thinks feelings ruin everything. The problem is, feelings don't care about what anyone wants. They happen anyway, and when they do, things get messy.

[BxB] [spicy] [indianmc] "Kiss me properly," he demands. "I don't want to!" I snap, "I want to touch your hair!" I really did like his gold hair. Maybe I was in love with his conditioner. Was there a sexuality for that? He just looks confused. "Oh...okay." He tilts his head down for me. I touch it again, then let go and look away. "What?" he says. I'm not sure what to say to him, except that I want to exchange saliva with him again, but I don't want to ask for it since he looks amused and like he'll make fun of me. "Want to touch my arms again too?" he offers. "You're stupid. That's stupid. No I don't." Yes I do. ~~~ Indra never asked for a stepdad, much less a churchgoing one. But now he's stuck spending every Sunday pretending to enjoy it while his mom smiles politely and Patrick tries to get the new pastor to join their fantasy football league. Enter: Jaron Ashcomb - the pastor's son. Golden-haired, polite, painfully perfect. The kind of guy who makes friends instantly and doesn't laugh when Indra says "Asscomb" out loud. Indra's just trying to survive awkward mingling, dodge emotional vulnerability, and maybe finish a decent drawing without someone confiscating his pen. Too bad Jaron smells like expensive soap and looks like the sketchbook crush Indra definitely isn't allowed to have. Updates every Friday at 8 PM PDT :)

[EXTRAS] A collection of Kei povs from head over heels. This is his story now. Kei is deeply, and unconditionally in love with his best friend's brother. Things get complicated. Chaos ensues. Featuring never been seen before Kei and Evan shenanigans. Gus therapy sessions. Natsu, the icon that she is. That one conversation with Ethan. And others. Kei is very entertaining. IMPORTANT NOTE - this is based on my story head over heels. read that first or be mega confused.

Eden Woods has spent his entire life searching for something. He spends his days working at a cafe in France, taking photos to pass the time, then going out on weekends, losing himself in the nights. Only, despite all the soul searching, he can never quite shake the feeling that he's missing something. Then, after a drunken, almost definitely accidental tattoo, Eden meets Avery. The one who did it. He's a tempest. Blustering and bold. Fiery and flirtatious. Avery Romano is a mystery in a bottle, and all Eden wants is to figure him out. Slowly, Eden starts to think that maybe Avery is exactly what he's been searching for. When Avery begins to frequent Eden's cafe, the two begin to forge a bond, and slowly but surely, their paths begin to grow together like intertwining vines climbing up the same wall. For a while, life goes on. Then obviously, things get complicated.