Rudy Sampson hates a lot of things. He especially hates his job and the new guy that works there. Right up until he doesn't. This is the tale of how Rudy and Miles fell in love. (BoyxBoy)

"We complimented each other perfectly. He's my eyes and I'm his ears and we work together to take on the world."

[Second book, read Gay, Hell Yeah I Am! first] Aiden's always known something was wrong with him. It wasn't normal to be attracted to another guy, yet he was, and he hated that about himself. He wanted to get rid of those disgusting feelings. It didn't help that he was jealous of Kyle for his ability to openly admit that he is gay, that was probably partly the reason why he always found himself bullying Kyle, but now all that was in the past. After Kyle's dad was sent to prison for attempted murder, child abuse, and a whole lot of other crap, you would think that everything would return back to the same old boring life that Aiden used to live, but no, things just aren't that easy are they. This is where Nathan comes into the picture, Aiden's first love who moved back into town after three years of living somewhere else. However, there's a problem: due to past regrets Nathan has come to seriously hate Aiden, and it was all Aiden's fault. How is Aiden going to be able to overcome this obstacle and make Nathan fall for him? Or will he just end up making it worse? Come and find out... Copyright © 2014 Jena Becerra All rights reserved

I never thought I could feel this way. Hell, I used to wonder if I could feel anything at all. I was always so…. scared of the people around me. Never knowing when or how to say the right thing, I decided it was better not to get to close at all. I never meant to get close, but in this case… it was like… I had no choice. And though admitting fear is hard for me, the way being thrown into a pit of spiders would be hard for someone arachnid-phobic, what I’m really afraid of now is…. Him. There’s something terrifying about the way he smiles, the way that when he so much as tries to hold my hand it panics me. The way that even just remembering a brush of his skin makes my heart jump into my throat. As if I wasn’t messed up enough, I fell in love with a guy. I’m wasn’t gay. I can’t be gay. I’m not gay. I refuse to be gay. So how on earth do I make us work?