Arlo works as security at the club Euphoria. He's one of Cerberus's children, so protecting is in his blood. Dion is one of the many entertainers at the club, but when he meets Arlo, he realises life is about a lot more than earning enough money. Arlo and Dion start a secret affair that turns out to be the least of their problems as the city's government starts restricting civil rights for their half-blooded citizens. Content warning: violence, assault, anxiety, explicit sex

Gabriel didn't know what would happen when he discovered how much he liked it. The hurt. The pain. The lack of control. He knew what he liked, but he didn't know how to get it. Sawyer was more than happy to help.

Matthew Chandlers is the captain of his school's hockey team, whose dad just happened to be the coach of. But if you ask Matt he'll tell you, his dad being the coach is far from the reason why he's on the team or why he's captain. He's captain because he's a kick-ass hockey player who may just have a future in the NHL if he keeps his game on the top. But that may be a problem seeing as he's sliding through school with a 2.3 average and is failing French. A lesson his mother just happens to teach. Forced to either retire his skates up for the rest of the season or get a tutor his parents agreed on one person. Bring in, Henry Oswald. Matthew's neighbor and ex-best friend from childhood who has a 4.0 grade average in every subject. Henry and Matt are awkward at first because of something that happens in the past that pulled them apart. But with every lesson together the two seem to form the bond they once lost. But will Matthew ever get over his fears of the unknown, or will this friendship fall again harder than ever before? Cover made by my amazing friend @saintc

Tristan and Hibiki have finally begun to open up more to one another about their pasts - but the holiday season is right around the corner, and they will have to face their families.

Xander had never had any trouble staying professional with his students. Never tempted - why would he have been when François had an entire fricking stable of beautiful and well-trained submissives for him to choose from - until lately. And the reason for that temptation came barreling back in the room now, his blue-dyed hair fluffy, sandy roots showing, his skin almost translucent in its paleness.

Most of his friends seemed fully aware of his ridiculous feelings for Mat. In fact, Mat was about the only one who was oblivious. River had been been in love with his best friend for most of the three years he'd known him. But Mateo was bright and fun and confident, what would he want with someone shy and maybe even a little geeky? It's a crush that had to go away if their friendship was going to survive. And then there was the added complexity that, just maybe, River wanted someone who'd tie him to the bed and spank him till he wept. He'd just have to start looking in a different direction.

Being a prince is lavish. You can get what you want when you want. However you like it. Life as a prince was grand for the young prince of Dallington, he had a friend who was by his side from childhood, he had a knight who when he was not fighting for his safety, was warming his bed during the night. Everything was perfect until the Prince's lover is called to war and never returned. A new face shows up just in time to heal his wounds. Will the prince move on, or would he hold on to the hope that dear Edward was still alive. Cover by the amazing @Loutka

WATTY 2019 WINNER Hale, a state of the art android, can do nearly anything a human can. He cooks meals, cleans and organizes the house, repairs broken appliances, and runs errands. He can even provide for the more carnal needs of his owner. None of these tasks should present any challenge for Hale, and they don't-until he meets his next door neighbour, Rayner. Rayner seems like an unassuming gardener, but he asks Hale a lot of questions. Does Hale wish he could smell or taste food? What would he look like if his appearance hadn't been chosen for him? From the moment they meet, Hale runs into errors in otherwise simple tasks. He experiences bizarre sensations that none of his diagnostic tools can explain, and struggles to appease the people in his owner's social circle. As the errors in his programming begin to wear on his owner's patience, Hale faces the most difficult decision yet. If he can't evolve to meet her needs, he'll be returned and recycled into parts for future androids. If he does evolve, is he still just an android? Or something more? In all this, Rayner is the only man who can help him, and Rayner only has one question left for Hale. What does he want? Hale wasn't designed to want anything, but perhaps he can find the answer in the man with all the questions. TOP RANKINGS #1 in #freethelgbt #1 in #android - UPDATES WEDNESDAYS Story and artwork by Alistair Reeves This story is edited by Lyra Evans; she has amazing books on Amazon, so check her out if you like fantasy and mxm romance! I always love hearing from readers! Your time, votes, reviews and comments keep me constantly motivated. If you're interested in supporting this story even more than you already do by reading, please check out my Patreon (linked from my profile)! You can find me @kataraqui on Twitter/IG/Tumblr - Content warning for emotional/sexual abuse (not between MC and LI). Sexual abuse at the end of chapter 2 if you want to skip it.

[✓] [Now on Patreon] When a terrible plague strikes the city of Alkaya, Royal Chef Neveshir must attempt forbidden blood-magic in order to save his home, his people, and the Shah he isn't meant to love. ... Royal Chef Neveshir Sevelin is a Karán: a man born with dangerous magic running through his veins. Like all Maker-touched, he can use fire to transmute, but only Karán have the power to kill with it. Though most Karán spend their careers bound in service on the war-front, Neveshir has sworn off killing. He roams free in Alkaya where he uses his talents to craft culinary masterpieces for his former shieldmate and dearest friend, Shah Melík Saf Kanh, ruler of all Esenia. When a terrible disease breaks out in the city, however, Neveshir is asked to revisit the powerful magic he hasn't used in decades -- a request that has the Maker's Guild up in arms. Neveshir can't blame them. He knows what he is: a poison-blood who was Maker-made to take lives, not save them. Then Melík falls ill. The disease spreads beyond the Guild's ability to control, showing a malevolence that defies medicine and forces Neveshir to consider more extreme measures. In order to discover the source of the disease, transmute a cure, and save the man he's not supposed to love, Neveshir must overcome his fear of his own nature -- before it's too late. ... The Dark Arm of the Maker is a complete Dark Fantasy / Romance novel of 95k words with gay, bi, asexual, and non-binary characters. The romance is between two men. Read on for: found family, friends-to-lovers, forbidden romance, self-acceptance, a snarky MC, and things getting set on fire. ... [Round One Winner: Open Novella Contest. Now revised and expanded.]

Tristan thrives whenever he can speak, whether it be on stage or in high-stake debates. Having worked his way up into Oxford, he has rapidly become one of the best speakers for the debating union whilst striving for nothing less than to become a renowned politician. When the stakes of the debate rise high, and the argumentation flows he is in his element - but when silence falls, the arguments begin to turn against himself. For Hibiki, words never flow. From a young age, he has been mute, and social interactions are always convoluted and difficult to navigate. No matter how intelligent he is, he finds himself stranded in isolation from the rest of the world as his well-to-do family keeps him sheltered. So when he sees Tristan speak at his first-year introduction at Oxford, he can't help but find himself completely infatuated and knows that he must meet with him no matter what. Yet the sheen of high society wears off quickly, only to reveal the cracks in their souls. Will the shards of their broken pasts leave them both hurting, or do they fit together better than any words could ever express?