Meet Jordan, a shy eighteen-year-old boy, who had just started senior year in the sunny state of California. He's a quirky, nerdy boy who happens to like other boys and that's why people don't like him there. Enter Nathan, the star quarterback of the high school Jordan attends, he's a solemn and mature man respected by many, but there's something about him that makes Jordan's guts tremble. Follow these two extravagant young men on a road full of passion, laughter, tears, and spoons - don't forget the spoon! © 2020 winterhex. All Rights Reserved.

Alan Walker has been through a lot, has lived his life with pain flowing through his veins and memories he wants to forget so much turning into nightmares. Falling for Dominic Reisz and his kids was not an easy choice but sometimes home is a person, sometimes it's with little people. For Alan, falling for Dominic and his kids felt like coming home. But how can you runaway from the past, from the pain, if it near you? If it won't let you go? cover by sublime- #173 in romance 5/1/18 This is a free preview ❤️

After moving across the country from London, Noah DiMarco became Prince of Wails' favourite bullied nerd, despite being below average he can't fight off the spot light that follows him around at school. It was all negative attention of course, so he did what no one thought he would ever do. He created a persona so he believed he would have been in another universe. Carsen O'Sullivan, the new it-model of Los Angeles, California. What happens when the notorious bad boy and Wails' very own Hunter Donovan starts showing interest in Noah, all the while developing a friendship with Carsen Love is many things, it is dangerous, wild, tempting, exciting, complicated and definitely unexpected. Love is something that no one can usually escape. Can Noah DiMarco keep his secret? Or will the double life he created crumble and fall all because of it. Watch out for a rollercoaster ride. Book 1 of the Donovan Trilogy. Copyright © Anna Rose 2018

Every morning: same words, same saddened look, same feeling of guilt.

[EDITING!] RANKING: #1 on 'gaymarriage' - 11/28/19 #8 on 'Billionaires' - 7/25/18 "Can money buy love?" After the death of Peter McKinley, the fate of the McKinley Inns was left in the hands of Peter's firstborn son, Alexander. But when Alexander finds out about the company's seemingly unending debts, he was desperate in finding ways to pay the debts and keep the company. Scrambling to save his family's company, Alexander McKinley was shocked when the young billionaire hotel magnate George Garrison approached him with a deal. It was to buy his company, call off his company's creditors and let him lead it in exchange for his sister's hand in marriage. Furious of the deal, Alex was worried about his sister having a long-time boyfriend and tried to find another way to fight bankruptcy. Following his grandfather's request about being married, the billionaire George Garrison was set to find a perfect wife...or groom. He was gay, and that was the problem. Upon seeing the opportunity on the youngest daughter of Peter McKinley, he thought that he could finally be at peace and get married even though it was against his own will. But then everything changed when the oldest son of Peter McKinley barges into his office and leads him to discover a better deal.

Kaiden couldn't tell what kind of fate had pulled him and his oldest best friend together at university after not seeing each other for over four years but he sure as hell can't decide whether it's a good or bad thing. Would both individuals willingly recover their friendship and continue from where they left off? After all, everyone changes and it's not always for the best. DISCLAIMER: boy x boy content, dark themes and drug use.

"Where are you going?" Is what Ethan Donovan's neighbor asked him the night that he randomly ran out of his house in a flurry. "I'm running away," was Ethan's dignified response. "Okay. I'm coming with you." «*» Ethan was done. He was sick of his parents thinking he was an angel. He was sick of his brother and sister saying he would never be anything else but a perfect, little, goody-two-shoes. What other choice did he have but to runaway with his neighbor that he barely knows? #85 in freethelgbt

*This story gets a bit sexy at times* My name is Marcus... and I am not attracted to my boss. I do NOT get aroused around him. I do NOT want to lick his body. I do NOT want him to fuck me senseless. And I definitely do NOT love him. ^_~ © 2013 December (Completed 1/11/2014) *I wrote this in 2013, it's extremely detailed for no reason and has a few plot holes. Let me be, I was 13-14.* 01/2019 - AS I HAVE STATED, it was 2013. So please stop commenting that it's sexist, it's over dramatic, and it wouldn't happen irl. Because it's a fiction book, written on Wattpad, in 2013. I was uneducated and 13, so please, don't read this book if you're going to be offended.

"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.