(Book 2 of HomeLess) Domino has always lived his life exactly the way he's wanted to. No one ever stood in his way or bothered to intervene. Unfortunately, his possessive, aggressive, and down-right nasty way of treating people has finally landed him in the big house... And people aren't nearly as easy to berate behind bars.

If alcohol, sex, drugs and suicide tendencies were characteristic to a good hero's, Vixen would've had the world at his feet... But they're not.

Ash Miller is what could be described as the school rebel. He likes rock, he likes black clothes, he likes to date a lot of girls... ...until he meets a guy who could mean more to him than any number of girls. Yet in this society when homophobia is strong, how will they cope?

Corey is the shy young artistic intern. The ink was barely dry on his Degree, but he managed, with the help of a childhood friend to land a sweet job with Roche Marketing Inc., where his creativity can shine. On his very first day of work he literally ran smack dab into the Sexiest man he had ever laid his eyes on and it was like he was struck by lightning when none other than Marcus Roche, the CEO of the company, stopped his fall. The man's touch seared him, marked him and even though the man was his boss, Corey wanted desperately to belong to him. Marcus Roche is the brilliant force behind his company, the CEO of Roche Marketing INC. His cold and unyielding personality commanded respect and perfection of those around him. His personal life was no different, Marcus is a Dominant, an badass one at that, he craved to have sweet little boys kneeling at his feet worshipping him, he was content to have his subs fawning all over him at his club, The Dungeon; but he had no desire to have a relationship with any of them outside of the playrooms. What will happen to his well organized world when a young intern literally stumbles into life with big innocent blue eyes that he felt could see right into his soul?

Taylor is a sweet little thing, cute as a button and a real people person. He is a dutiful Grandson who went into business with his maternal Grandparents and kept himself busy by modernizing their Café and Bakery in their little corner of the city. Je t'aime Café was one of the oldest of the Small Businesses on Cameron Ave. Taylor's Grandparents traveled to America from France as a young married couple and both had worked in Hotel Restaurants as trained Pastry Chefs until they saved up enough money to open their own Bakery. Over the years the Café not only offered the most mouthwatering pastry and baked goods, they also served lunches to locals, and their aromatic coffee creations rivaled the Mega Chain Stores. They have also gone on the World Wide Web offering their Wedding Cake services and made to order specialty cakes and pastries. Then one day a pixie like young woman came into the shop and inquired about their Wedding Cakes and she brought her surly Big Brother, Evan Stone with her. Taylor took one look at the mountain of a man and felt the almost immediately he felt the painful jab of Cupid's arrow as it pierced his fluttering heart. He was the same piece of eye candy that owned the Motorcycle Shop almost directly across the street from the Café, and Taylor had spent many a day with his nose pressed up against the glass in hopes of getting a glimpse of the muscular Sex God. He quickly realized that if he wanted to get the man to finally notice him, Taylor was going to have his work cut out for him. He was going to find a way to convince the big jaded man that there was something out there called Love and that it truly existed on this mortal plane. Read Evan and Taylor's love story and come to see how Evan found his heart's content.

Young, fit, and fresh from the Fire Rescue Academy, Rookie Firefighter,Thaddeus Martin landed the newly opened position to the infamous Ladder 29 station. Ecstatic to be getting the chance to put his training into real life action, he was more than eager to jump into the deep end with both feet, the heroism of the job fully seducing him. After settling into the lively group of gorgeous men, especially with the gorgeous mammoth bear of a man, his Chief, Lance Garrison, who left him blushing and tongue tied. Thad comes to the realization of just how close the men of Company 29 were during one night of no emergency calls coming into the station, he stumbles upon what could have been described as the most erotic gay man's dream. He was tugged into a world of mind blowing ecstasy. Will he fit in and prove his worth and ability to hang with the big boys and as a firefighter, especially in handling the burly Fire Chief, or will he get overwhelmed and go running for the hills? Read to find out. ***This is a mxm story containing graphic multiple male on male encounters. This story is for the 18+ crowd. Mature content, harsh language. and rough sex involved between men. If this is not your genre, please don't read. Thank You***

A story about two brothers who look the same, talk the same, walk the same, but don't act the same. There are a few things that make them easy to figure who is who...but...what are they?

Born with a damaged heart, Leanna Weston has lived a sheltered life with little chance at adventure. When she hears that Finvarra's Circus is coming to her small town, she sneaks off to witness the magic first hand, sure that this is her only chance at experiencing true magic-even if the frightening rumors about the heartless Ringmaster, Finvarra, are true. Caught by Finvarra, Leanna is given one chance at survival: she must join the circus. As slowly she becomes part of the strange family, Leanna learns that there is more than magic to this circus, but an ancient curse that has tied Finvarra's life to its rings. If the circus fails, he dies. Leanna vows to save the circus, but when a ruthless enemy emerges, set on destroying it and Finvarra, will Leanna be able to save them both, or will her broken heart fail her just when she needs it most? Cover Artist: Lisa Rhodes

Simeon’s heart was broken in two, his spirit and his will were beaten down and broken. Just yesterday he was on top of the world. He was planning the dinner menu to celebrate his three year anniversary with the love of his life, Courtney, an older man, and a professor of Philosophy at the college Simeon attends as a Doctorate student. He had fallen instantly in love with the tall sophisticated man. He had been so proud that someone so handsome and so cultured was interested in little old him. Simeon had gone home with grand plans only to find out that he had been replaced by a younger and blonder model. He was given some cash, his clothes, and he was callously shown the door. He had nowhere to go, and he knew no one other than class mates. What was he to do now? Michael and his identical twin, Rafael were named after angels, but they were anything but, they should have been named Lucifer and Satan instead. They left a trail of broken hearts behind them, even though they didn't mean to. They were juniors majoring in Law and Business Management. Everyone who knew them knew that they were inseparable and anything but what the public perceived them to be. Like many twins, they shared everything with each other, even girlfriends and most times boyfriends. It was even rumored that they were in a long term romantic relationship with each other; only selecting a third person from time to time for amusement and added spice to their already long term relationship. Then, one evening they literally bumped into a sad eyed broken boy in the middle of the student services building. Something about the defeated set of his scrawny shoulders, and the blank stare from those wet chocolate brown eyes called out to both boys. And they took the little beauty into their care. Read to see what happens to Simeon at the hands of two large and in charge in men. Will he be taken to Heaven or will he be shot straight to Hell?

"Good, you're early. Perfect. Come with me." From the tour Don gave me yesterday I knew he was taking me to the kitchen. I guess I'm about to find out why. "Make me that wicked cup of coffee you spoke about." God, his accent. "As you wish, sir," I said with a mock British accent. "And what flavor do you prefer?" I asked, looking at the variety of International Delight creamers. "Pick the one you like." His voice was smooth and soft as he said that. I couldn't stop myself from smiling or turning around to look at him. He had his butt resting against the counter. He had his arms crossed over his chest and one foot over the other as he watched me. I felt my breathing pick up at how sexy he looked. My God. He wore high water pants, this time green, and boat shoes instead of loafers. Someway somehow he managed to pull off a leather jacket with that outfit. I don't know much about fashion but I would not even dare to put those two together. I could tell he had really broad shoulders. An image flashed through my mind. I had my hands underneath his arms and my fingernails digging into his shoulder as he backed me up against a wall and wrap my legs around his waist, fucking me hard against the wall. Jesus Christ, I hope Tommy doesn't ask me about him again because he's going to be very pissed if I tell him I imagined my boss banging me against the wall.