BOOK TWO IN THE STAGE MANAGEMENT DUOLOGY - AIDEN RYKER I'm frenemies with nightmare fuel! For the last seven months, Nash Fox has made it his mission to make sure I could never forget he existed. And okay, I'm not too upset by it. I could tell him to go away or stop texting me, but I don't. That would be so mean. Except, that comes back to bite me in the ass when I'm invited to Colorado for two weeks. For the Luna-Pierce family games. Never mind the Kitt Luna tour I have to managed in less than a month. Why does it come back to bite me? Oh, right. I agree to go on a Colorado road trip with Nash! Someone sedate me for the next two weeks. Because now, he's there every second, and I already had trouble with getting him out of my psyche. Nash was the brash, cold-seeming 'bad boy' you'd read about. But he isn't those things, and I find out exactly why I'd been so sure of that. My back rooms stranger is Nash. How do I find out? Nash falls into another panic attack, and I'm the only one around. When I find out, there is nothing I can do to keep hiding the feelings I have for the ice-cold bad boy. But we both have secrets, and when those secrets show up through our reactions, we have to figure out how to navigate them. Which is why I begin dating Nash. In secret. Until we can both make sure this is what we really want. Through rescue missions, horse snuggles, adrenaline-activities, snarky dialogue, and stolen moments? There lay a beautiful moment that I become less scared to take. But why does Nash hide this sweet, soft side of himself? I want to find out what he's protecting himself from, so that I can shield him, too. Nash isn't alone anymore, and I need to realize that I'm not, either.

ELLIOTT MERCER I'm a stage manager and a pyrotechnics engineer. Normally, both aren't done by the same person, but I have a gift for both. Thanks to my father, who gave me space to be creative and follow in his footsteps. Except now, it's led me to Los Angeles, where I have to spend the next several months following around a Popstar who'd taken a hiatus for three years. Under mysterious circumstances. I'm not a fan of snobby Popstars, and I make it a point to keep myself professional and not break the lines. But Axiom Lucius starts to make me forget where I drew those lines. Even more so when I find out exactly what caused his hiatus. Mental health matters to me, and his becomes part of my concern. I don't want him to fall again. I want him to rise back up like the damn phoenix he is. Falling in love with Axiom wasn't part of my plan, and I shouldn't be entertaining such an emotion that I'd never felt before. Not when I swore to keep a professional distance. But as the concerts keep playing, I fall into the pit of desire with someone I shouldn't. With someone I'm supposed to despise. But I can't despise Axi. I just can't. What happens next? We're worlds apart in actual distance and career perspective. We aren't supposed to fit. But why does everything that is supposed to feel wrong, feel so right for once in my life?

BOOK FIVE OF SIX IN THE ANGELS AND DEVILS SERIES. MUST BE READ IN ORDER. - KIAN HARPER I never thought there'd be a day where my Devil left me. Completely. The heartbreak feels like someone twisted and yanked my heart out of my chest, but I suppose my heart was never there to begin with, was it? Couldn't be. Not when Zephyr Delaney held it captive. Zephyr cut me out because I'd been breaking him to pieces while he'd done all he could to save me. I wasn't surviving or living anymore. I was a shell. It has been a month with no contact when I happen upon him in town, and the look of nothingness when he sees me, breaks me further. It was like I was a stranger. I want my Devil back, but how do I stop the all-consuming fear? How do I give him everything he deserves? My perception of intimacy is so twisted, and I fear I can't give him something so important because of what happened to me. I'm losing my mind, I can't keep going on like this. I have to communicate with him, but it will prove to be the hardest challenge of my life. But what am I to do when my Devil seeks me out one late-night not long after seeing him act as if I was a stranger in town? What am I to do when he tells me he can't only be my friend? And what am I to do when he gives me one final chance to be honest-to tell him how scared I am? I... take it. Because a life without my Devil hasn't really been living at all, and the horrors of our past will complicate our build phase. I don't know if I can be good enough for him. But I know I need to try now. It's my last chance, and I don't want to waste it.

Book Four of Six in the Angel and Devils Series. MUST BE READ IN READING ORDER -- CAYLEX STEELE Oh, my god. The message about how communication is the staple to all happiness has been drilled into my head over and over. Except now, I am really starting to listen to those grueling voices. The voices of my brothers, who I know what's best for me. However, telling Gareth about my confucked feelings for him sounds like a bitter Hell that I don't want to live in. But Gareth clearly is at his limit with me, and I don't want him to reach it. Which means, I will have to start opening my mouth with the truth. When I start to do as such, I start to realize that maybe Gareth has been hiding something from me, too. Every night, for only ten minutes, I stand at the train tracks where I once tried to take my life. I was saved that night, and I took too much of my anxiety medication. I can't remember the details. Nothing past the bare minimum. That boy helped me get home to my brother that night. I was sixteen, and that boy saved my life. As it so happens? There's always been a reason why I was so adamant about calling Gareth my Angel, even when he was supposed to be a Devil. Because he really is my Angel. And I think I've always known, but now? I'm ready to admit it. Especially when I give Gareth no choice but to reveal himself.

BOOK THREE OF SIX IN THE ANGELS AND DEVILS SERIES -- KAI BELLAMY I had one mission. Find my brother when I turned eighteen. But it didn't work out. My plans changed. Everything changed. I'm still searching for him, but I have brothers and Angels to look out for, too. Especially one particular Angel. My Angel. Arlo. We have one thing in common. Dex. My best friend since we were in diapers. He's also... Arlo's dead twin brother. Dex's addiction took him over. Just like he always predicted. I tried so hard to save him. Arlo, too. But now, we both have a piece of ourselves missing. And Arlo's piece is bigger than mine. He lost his twin. His pride and joy. His everything. Dex always told me to look out for Arlo when he was gone because he had a soft heart, and a 'sensitive empath card,' as he called it. And looking out for Arlo landed me in prison for two years. No regrets. But I'm back now, and we've decided to collect our lost souls, and help them live better lives than the ones they were living. But I'm in love with Arlo, and I can't tell him. Dex wasn't the only one I was close with since we were in diapers, but I was marginally closer to Dex. Until he passed. Now, I'm keeping Arlo tucked into my wings. I need him safe. I need him happy. And I have doubts that I will be able to make him shine with sunshine like he deserves, but damn if I don't want to. Until Arlo stumbles across someone we've both been searching for. Out of nowhere. My brother. Noah. And it knocks my brain onto the right track. Arlo is mine, and I'll stop at nothing to make him as such.

BOOK TWO OF SIX IN THE ANGELS AND DEVILS SERIES. - OCTAVIUS EVERHEART: P.S: I spilled my fucking guts to the guy who haunts my every thought, and now he knows I'm in love with him. Send help! No one was coming to save me from the unhealthy way I avoid emotions. I was on my own. I didn't know what I wanted anymore. I never knew. Not since that humiliating moment in high school. When I tried to ask a horrified Onyx Steele to prom. I'm not supposed to hate him for turning me down as gently as he could. In front of everyone. Or the way he looked absolutely horrified when he saw what I'd done. But as the years passed, and I hissed at him through them, Onyx hits his breaking point. His breaking point? The boy he was bonded to. The one I have a deeper, unjustifiable unlike for. And when he tried to help? I pounced. It was more than they saw. I've known Onyx longer than he had. But after I end up getting told by Onyx that he was done giving me the attention I sought, I bent in half more. So, when he came to try once more with me. I told him. Everything. More than I should have. I just snapped. I don't want to be in love with him, so I told him in hopes he'd free me. Except, Onyx seems determined to fix things. It starts with the most insane grand gesture known to mankind. And it puts the man who despises being the center of attention, right at the goddamn epicenter.

BOOK ONE OF SIX IN THE ANGEL AND DEVIL SERIES ZERO: I don't talk much. And he never made me feel like I had to. Echo Lynx. This bright ray of sunshine hopped into my life after I found him confused and alone. He told me that he didn't know where to go. So, I brought the angel to the angels, where he belonged. After he settled with his new brothers, I started looking out for him. I can't stop myself from ensuring no one breaks the extra-voltage lightbulb in Echo's world. What I don't expect is one night, in the midst of running from the police-I tend to play Robin Hood, as they call me-I get a call, and I answer it because it's him. Echo wants to talk, so I tell him I'll be there soon. I show up, and Echo? Echo asks if I want to go on a date with him. When I saw the sweet nervousness in his eyes after he explained neither one of us got to go on a date, how can I deny? Soon, before I know it, I'm dating Echo. It's like whiplash. Echo is affectionate. Very affectionate. He likes things like cuddling and lazy kisses. And as we move forward, I find that... maybe it wouldn't be so bad. Touch, I mean. Because I want to touch him. Kiss him. I want to make him happy. But I'm not entirely sure if I can give him what he needs. Not long after our dates start, Echo gets lost in the woods, and I need to find him. I have to find him. Fuck my triggers. Fuck them all. I have to find him. Except, when I do, he's hurt, and it brings me back to the scars of my past. Except, the flashbacks aren't enough. No. Echo manages to dunk me back into my past more than he ever realized. I didn't realize plot twists could exist in real life, but the entire plot of my trauma from the past becomes one massive plot twist. And I would have never seen it coming.

BOOK THREE OF THREE IN THE SKATES ON ICE TRILOGY - CASPIAN VALE I made a mistake that wasn't so much a mistake. I can't figure out how to rationalize what happened. I don't know how to regret it, either. I slept with my ex-fiance. That sentence is enough to send anyone into a spiral. Including me. I'm in a spiral. I've finally managed to make my dream come true. I'm going to the Olympics. Which means, I am steadily in New York for the next few months, training. No comps. No traveling. Nothing. I'm in my home of New York, and I'm staying. Guess what fate the world gave me? Keon Wilder, my precious ex-fiance, has been traded to the New York Knights. Meaning, Keon will be here, living in New York. And the moment he finds out my new home has been New York, he is trying to be my support system. He wants to talk, which is fair, but I can't. Not yet. I'm right there. I'm about to achieve my dream. However... Keon was my dream, too, and I love him more than anything in this world. Just know this. Chaos ensues. Keon's team isn't welcoming him the way he deserves, and I simply can't leave him alone. The same way he can't leave me alone. But what Keon doesn't know? I've been to his games. A lot of them. Too many of them. And I start going again. He's trying to help me reach my dream-because he's amazing-and here I am, scared I'll lose him all over again. Is it possible for me to have both dreams, or were we always doomed from the start?

BOOK TWO IN THE SKATES ON ICE TRILOGY - NOAH WILDER I want the attention of the media, and I will get it by any means necessary. It's crucial. I need their cameras and articles because that means my name is finally hitting headlines. Which means, more people will see them. Like, perhaps, my older brother, who I haven't seen since we were forced apart by the foster care system. I was nine, and he was sixteen. I was adopted, and I even have another amazing older brother that I want him to meet. Except, when I keep falling on my face in hopes to get noticed by the media, Caleb Calder keeps pulling me back, and making things better. Caleb Calder. Caleb Calder. Caleb Calder. We used to be friends. Best friends. Secretly. Until we weren't. Until he asked me on a date, and when I tried to find him before our game against each other-the night of our supposed date-I heard him. I heard him say that he'd never date him-me-in any reality. It was a ploy, and I thought better of him. Until I couldn't. Now, I'm confused. Because his actions don't seem that of someone who didn't care. Did I get something wrong? We're on the same NHL team now, and things are getting crazy. Caleb keeps protecting me from the media, and I keep getting addicted to the way he protects me. Until I am forced to realize two things... One, I'm falling for Caleb Calder all over again. And two? My lost, big brother has been marginally closer to me than I ever could have realized. THIS STORY CONTAINS THE FAKE DATING TROPE. XOXO

Book one of three in the Skates on Ice trilogy. EMERSON CALDER: One fall. And that one fall almost ended my entire figure skating career. To make matters worse, I could almost taste my first Olympic win... before Onyx Steele, my skating partner, made one mistake during our routine that sent me slamming against the ice. I never blamed him, but my best friend blames himself. We almost made it. Until we didn't. It's been three years, and last year, I decided to take the ice back by becoming my university's hockey mascot. Hidden identity, no one knew it was me, but then? Then I meet Ashton Knox-the university's star hockey player, and we began talking. What was supposed to be one year of being the Wolves mascot turned into two. Because I can't part from the fond friendship I formed with him. He's a distraction from my goals, but I can't stop. He believes in me. But he has no idea who I am underneath this mask. I didn't want to be in a spotlight that wasn't mine. Then, Ashton gets injured on the ice, during a game, and the moment I tear off that mascot head and race over to him, I am thrust right into that same spotlight that isn't mine. Maybe I have far more feelings for the dopey hockey player than I initially realized.