❝can you stop blasting chase atlantic so damn loudly at 3am?❞ ❝depends, can you stop crying so damn loudly at 3am?❞ 〤 caleb just made the decision to get his own apartment so he could get some time away from his family and live closer to his university as well. however, there seems to be just one problem. every morning at 3am, the boy next door begins to blast his chase atlantic playlist loud enough for the entire colony to hear and it's begun to get on caleb's nerves. 〤 lowercase intended. (completed) . milestones: #1 in MXM - 5/30/2020 #1 in BOYXBOY - 6/1/2020 #1 in BXB - 6/1/2020 #3 in LGBTFICTION - 6/11/2020 #2 in GAY - 6/13/2020 #1 in GAY - 6/15/2020 1M reads - 8/13/2020 #3 in LGBT - 8/17/2020

AN MXM ROMANCE NOVEL HIS LISCIHKA "I've been married to a woman for 18 years, I-I wouldn't know the first thing about being with a man," I admitted while feeling Ivan's hands making their way under my chin. "I'll teach you, just don't leave me, Oliver," Ivan consoled his voice sounding so gentle yet longing that it drew me in. "This isn't right, Ivan," I muttered positioning my hands on his bare chest. "Why?" Ivan rasped resting his right hand on my waist. "Because... I'm a man, I'm older than you and I have a daughter-" "Why are you making excuses, Doctor?" he growled. "I've never done something like this before Ivan," "As I've said lemme teach you," and with that Ivan gently pressed his lips against mine. His soft lips against mine drew me into an emotion, a feeling I've tried so hard to ignore. His right hand glided down to my ass gripping it hard causing me to groan at such a sensation. "I want to taste your dick, Doctor," he whispered, his baritone singing in my ear. "Ivan," I mumbled breathlessly. "You will let me? Right?" he questioned sinking onto his knees. Oh, God. I gulped as I stared down at the dominating man who kneeled before me. His gorgeous green eyes stared at me while his hands made their way to my zipper. "Ivan," I warned again. "Dah, Lisichka?"

Short book. Kinda silly. Aspen, the prince of Gavaria, has been assigned a guard to protect him while his father is away at war. Aspen believes this is unnecessary because he thinks he can handle himself, but once he meets his new guard, Nathan, he has a change of heart. BL (boyxboy) (Warning: story includes smut scenes and homophobia)

Darby Kelby just got a new job at Terminus Penitentiary as a night time guard for the prisoners convicted of serious crimes. When a riot breaks out on his first night of work and he breaks up a fight between rival mafia members, where one, who is the head of the Norse Mafia (Calder Havard) instantly becomes obsessed with him. Darby learns that he is in for a wild ride with his new job and Calder learns that Darby isn't a pushover who he can walk all over. It also doesn't help that they have an odd attraction to each other. Why is it odd? Well because they're both straight men, of course.

Rehusó (Refuse) Adrian has a reputation for being sarcastic, cursing non-stop, very lazy, and doing things to get under people's skin. He could be seen miles away with his silver dyed hair that he valued more than his life. After having enough with his bad manners, his wealthy parents decided a strict boot camp would help this rebellious seventeen year old. This camp had no idea the destructive tornado they were about to face... Every sergeant was put to the test against Adrian's strong personality...everyone except one. Sergeant Tristan. The young, strict leader that owned the camp and wasn't afraid of anyone or anything. His handsome, sharp features were something that quickly caught everyone's attention, but the serious expression he daily wore easily scared them away. Adrian wasn't going to let his true feelings show for this handsome devil without a fight and neither was Sergeant Tristan.. *********** Beautiful cover by @insomnia_everyday

"You're scared of me," he accused. Maybe it was the sleep deprivation kicking in, but I shook my head. "No, I'm scared your blood will stain my couch." He blinked a few times and then a shadow of a smile broke out on his face. "I'll buy you a new one." ... A wife who died a mysterious death and a "my way or the highway" attitude, Manolo Raymond was not to be trusted. Anyone with ties to the underworld knew that, which was why Wesley did what he could to stay out of the mafia prince's path. He had one goal: to finish paying off his debt to Manolo's older brother and then never see their faces again. However, his plans were thrown out the window when he returned home one night to find his house broken into and an injured Manolo Raymond bleeding on his couch, demanding refuge.