Jasper White. The enigmatic, reckless son of New York Senator Karla White. With his mom's re-election on the horizon, and the threat of destructive attacks from the far-right, Jasper is forced to resort to the one thing that rids him of his individuality: a personal bodyguard. Acen Pierce didn't know what to expect when he took on the duty of guarding the self-serving son of Karla White. What started as a simple oath of protection, catapults him into a web of passion, lust, political corruption, and irrevocably, death.

Trey Jones hates violence. And when he is sent to Highwest institute, he knows he's not coming back out. He will have to deal with many, new, unexpected things like his growing feelings for his cold hearted roommate. Will he manage to live in such a dangerous place? Or will he get caught up by his past and run away?

An explosive encounter... He was rich, handsome, could get any man or woman he wanted...so why this sexy brat? He just had to have him. There was dislike/hatred, lust, uncontrollable passion, then unconditional love. It was pure bliss! This story contains hot graphic sexual scenes...lots of it, mind-blowing passion and total hotness. Don't say i didn't warn ya. Peace! (Cover by the amazing SuperSonicPaGer)

Ever since they were kids, Darius Lockwood and Xavier King have been butting heads. A childish feud that has lasted for more than twenty years is finally coming to an end- all because of the escape of a convict. But not just any convict. The one responsible for Darius' father's death. Who's to blame for the escape of said convict? Xavier, of course. (cover by @rrosemayaa) #1 in alphaxalpha #2 in rising #3 in diversityinlit

*COMPLETED* My names Milo Eriksson. I moved to a small town in Connecticut after living in Stockholm for sixteen years of my life. I've been here in America for two years and as soon as he laid eyes on me, it seemed like he was determined to make my life, and only my life, a living hell.

Barnaby Hirsch isn't one to put himself out there - he's shy and, admittedly, awkward - but desperate times call for desperate measures. When he signs up for a dating app, the last person he expects to match with is the campus' gay playboy, Gil Connolly. It should have been a one-night stand, but it's one night Barnaby can't forget. It's the closest he's ever felt to someone, the closest he's ever felt to belonging. Gil wants someone to belong to him. He has a collar, and he wants someone to wear it. Barnaby has a deer onesie, and he's starting to think, maybe, the two might look good together. "Fawned" is now available as a paperback on Amazon! This version is a first draft.

"You're really pissing me off, Iggy, so I'm gonna give you two options. Either walk away or keep fucking provoking me and watch what happens," Ignatius' bottom lip caught between his teeth, Enlil's hot breath tickling his ear as the sylph leant in awfully close. One option was far more appealing than the other, though the other was far more practical. "Why would I walk away now, daddy?" Ignatius felt Enlil's arousal pressing against his clothed ass, making his own hardening cock twitch with anticipation. Was he really going through with it? He doubted it would just be a blowjob that time, he could still back out, Enlil wouldn't be mad. "I'd watch what you say next, princess, don't go giving me the wrong idea," Enlil spoke in a much softer voice, resting his hand on the wall to the left of Ignatius' head, his lips so close to the phoenix's ear they just grazed against the skin. Ignatius hesitated, guilty thoughts rushing into his mind, each one dissolving as Ignatius focused on how well his back fit into Enlil's chest. "Please," Ignatius whispered, sliding his hand up the wall to cover Enlil's, "please, daddy," Ignatius suddenly felt very vulnerable, fearful that Enlil would reject his advances. "Please what, princess? Tell daddy what you want," Enlil pressed his lips to the crook of Ignatius' neck, running his tongue over the curvature of his skin, coaxing a hushed moan from the phoenix. God, who had been kidding? How could he have ever resisted Enlil when he spoke to him like that? "You," Ignatius breathed, bringing Enlil's hand down to rest upon his throat, "I want you, daddy, all of you," Ignatius' breath caught in his throat as Enlil applied a hell of a lot more pressure than he had done before, no longer increasing it at a gradual pace. "It's about goddamn time, princess..." {Book Three of the Inamorate Series}

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)

Whatever I thought I remembered, I discarded like the bad drafts of a story. It couldn't have happened. People embellish memories, filter them and run a narrative string through events, distorting the past. That much I knew. That much was certain. So it stood to reason that whatever I had thought I remembered had been corrupted, inaccurate, false. It couldn't have happened. Not to me. Not to Stevy. Like what's happening now couldn't be happening to you, huh, dweeb? ***Mature Content Warning*** ***MUST READ Kairos-Lust and Kairos-Blood before reading this one :) ***Kairos-Blood is still updating on a schedule so we'll see when this one starts :D