ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴠᴀᴍᴘɪʀᴇ ᴡᴀʀ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴜɴɪᴛᴇᴅ ꜱᴛᴀᴛᴇꜱ ꜰᴏʀᴇᴠᴇʀ. ᴠᴀᴍᴘɪʀᴇꜱ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴡᴏɴ ʀɪɢʜᴛꜱ-ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ'ʀᴇ ꜱᴇᴄᴏɴᴅ ᴄʟᴀꜱꜱ ᴄɪᴛɪᴢᴇɴꜱ. ♱ Vampire Ambassadors' Monthly Pick ♰ Ren Cornelli is a vampire-human hybrid, a monster born from a result of assault. He's vowed to disappear once he turns eighteen and rid his mother of the creature she birthed. All that changes when a night of bloodthirst entangles him in a web of murder. Ashton Mantel is a recluse. Not by choice but out of necessity. His family comes from a line of vampire purists with a goal of enslaving the human race. When he's forced to work with a "halfy", he's pulled into a world of deception. With the Hunter Society looming and Blood Hounds on the loose, Ren and Ashton must work together to find a killer, all while trying not to kill each other.

An amorous (possibly Norwegian) ski instructor, a tourist trap brochure, a stray rock; Christian Wallace isn't sure which one's to blame for landing him in Defiance, Colorado, population 453 and in turn, at what might just be the world's shittiest bar. Disillusioned with the police force after thirteen years on the job and a disastrous case, all Christian wanted was to get clear of Seattle and the familiar faces that went with it. He hadn't set out looking for a job, especially not one that came with a cranky boss that couldn't remember his name, a pair of warring siblings and a falling down hotel. Oh yeah, and every Woodstock reject west of the Mississippi. But then life and love work in mystifying ways.

He had known that messing up this last assignment would have massive consequences. Never in his life did he; Lincoln Monroe age thirty-one, thought that he would be sitting here, face to face with the mysterious King of sin. Lord and master of the Pleasure district. He had gotten word that his and his partner's covers were blown and his partner was killed. Since his wife divorced him when it was clear that they couldn't have children because he was impotent, his partner signed him up as his next of kin. His partner never had any kind of contact with his parents or any other family members. Now he sits here in this plush office listening to the most erotic voice he ever heard, telling him that his partner had a five million dollar debt with the King of sin. How in God's name is he, the now forced to retire cop going to pay it off? There is no way his meager savings or last few paychecks can pay it off.

From an outside perspective nineteen year old Alexander Richmond is seemingly living the good life. His family is a symbol of endless money and glorious wealth, but that is only the exterior. Beyond that, and behind closed doors Alexander is bored, so he handles his boredom like any other super rich kid would. ++++ Disclaimer: This story contains mature content, drug use, course language, and boyxboy content

British band Purple Envy are heading for the States, and Scott Connors, Oliver Godfrey, Luke Cartwright, and Demitri Fitzpatrick are quickly becoming the most famous people in the world. They have the world at their feet and their roles to play: Luke; the lead, Oliver; the eye candy, Demitri; the mystery, and Scott; the talent. But across the pond, lust, greed, envy and lies await each member. For some, it's drugs, for others, the pressure of fame. But for Scott Connors, it's falling in love with best friend and band mate, Oliver Godfrey. Playlist: https://open.spotify.com/user/holliepop4/playlist/1NDwGDV1BxhWEiHD0xqVjI

Pain is all Alex has ever known. Taken from his people as a child, he was trained to be a hunter for the humans. Alex's mixed blood makes him an asset for tracking, so he spends his days gathering Kiya to work in the factories with the other Haydeans owned by the company. His only knowledge of the world outside The White City comes from the stories he hears from them. None of which are very pleasant as Haydeans attack hybrids for fun. Their mixed blood is viewed as an insult to the proud humanoid race, and the purebloods make that known. Besides the threats from the others, Alex is punished for any failure by Sir. The human has invested a small fortune in the hybrid and has big plans for the boy when Alex is approved to enter The Black City. But when an opportunity to escape The Tower presents itself, Alex takes it. Despite the dangers, he races off across the desert and begins his long journey home, where he hopes a family might be waiting for him.

Nathaniel Angelev is a gritty, battle-hardened mafia prince who seemingly has it all - money, power, and devastatingly good looks - even though he's sacrificed a lot along the way. But the final straw isn't the knife fight that renders him mute; it's the one that forces him to take the life of his closest friend. So Nate leaves his legacy of blood and gunpowder, determined to turn state's witness and dismantle the entire organization that has caused so much pain. And he finds himself headed straight into the arms of Marshal Reid Logan, a man secretly running from a past of his own. 
But the usual witness protection placements fail, over and over, and after an especially close call, Reid realizes that there must be someone inside of the Marshals Service working against them. Their only option is to send Reid's partner back in to hunt the mole inside of the agency, while Reid and Nate go off the grid and hit the road together. They're constantly on the move, fighting both Nate's fearsome family and their growing attraction to one another. The Angelev specter of danger is ever-looming, leading to numerous close calls and showdowns, with the stakes climbing even higher after Reid and Nate give in to their fierce passion for one another. They come to realize what's truly worth fighting for and learn that love can grow even in seemingly impossible circumstances. *****contains language, violence, sexual content, and other things of a mature nature***** (Originally posted - in a very different form - as Destiel fanfic)

"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.

Needing a favour and an easy way to pass his Physics class, closeted gay Zach Hamilton seeks Jace, the smart ass band geek who has snarky comebacks to everything. Becoming smitten with the tall, skinny, cheeky nerd was pretty easy, but difficulties arise when his clique and his brother toughen down on him, and his best friend, Flynn, holds a secret that can't be forgotten easily. -- -- -- Disclaimer: boy x boy, quite a lot of swearing and... This is a PG-13 book, so you know the rules.

Ryan has helplessly fallen in love with his friend's brother. His friend's straight brother. He knows there's no possibility of things ever working out but he can't help not being friends with Carson. Carson is a bad boy, after being sent away to boarding school because of bad choices, he's finally back and better than ever. Well, not really. But hey, not everything can be cliché.