Ari van der Gorz is a filthy rich, privileged white boy with no moral compass and a whole lot of sass. Sam Frederiksen is a Norwegian hottie who comes to London and pisses off the wrong vanity teen. Throw in a few rich and unreasonably attractive friends, the odd life-ruining secret, and a whole lot of scandal, and this is what you get. (STANDALONE - 1st book in the Sassy White Boys Trilogy)

Sebastian is a quiet saint with a shitty past and a fear of change. Tristan is a tortured sinner and total fucking fuck-up. (But aren't we all) It all starts in a flower shop on the corner of a small Norwegian road, where Sebastian meets Tristan, and everything starts to fuck up. It makes Sebastian really start to wonder - is he a really saint, or is he sinner? (STANDALONE - 2nd book in the Sassy White Boys Trilogy)

Remy Rutherford and Milo Young hate each-other. No, hate isn't even the right word. Despise? Loathe? I don't think there is a word to describe their hatred, but we'll stick with hate for now. Remy and Milo hate each-other, and everyone knows it. A long high school rivalry between the track team and the basketball jocks only made it worse, and they have an especially shitty past too. But when Remy starts feeling things other than hate for his no.1 nemisis, he goes on a personal mission to top the jock, and this is how he did it. (STANDALONE - 3rd book in the Sassy White Boys Trilogy) *despite the title, this story does not contain any sexual content. I apologise for the clickbait lmao.

"It was eerie even thinking about him after that day, knowing that it was all my fault that he was gone, that I'd lost him forever. Never again would I look into those beautiful blue eyes, or wake up beside him. I'd never have breakfast with him again, I'd never do anything with him again, because he was dead, and it was all my fault. I killed him." (1st book in the FM Trilogy)

"The world was a different place, now that he was dead. The love of my life, gone forever. In my dreams, I would see him on the verge of those chalky white cliffs, and he would look at me, before stepping over the edge. He killed himself, and left me with nothing. So that was what I became. Nothing." (2nd book in the FM Trilogy)

"I was lost in a world of sex and drugs and boys, until he came along. It kind of hit me by surprise, how easily I fell in love with him. To everyone but him, I was just a heartless bastard. Maybe they were right about me. Maybe I couldn't be saved. People have died trying, after all, and their blood was on my hands. But maybe, just maybe... I could still be saved. (3rd book in the FM Trilogy)

Arthur and Freddie have what we'll call an unusual relationship. Half-naked sleepovers, borrowing each-other's boxers, and the occasional unexpected wank session. But don't worry, no homo exists for a reason, and it's one of their favourites. Best friends, no benefits, and a whole lot of strings attached. But their dysfunctional dependence on each-other will catch up on them at some point, and when it does, who knows? Maybe they'll snog and shag and fall in love, or maybe they'll snog and shag and fuck it up. I guess we'll find out... eventually.

A series of short stories about boys who fuck, fall in love, and tear each-other apart - in no particular order. ---------- (Notice: Not all short stories are of a Mature nature, but the book is rated Mature with all characters 18+ to fit guidelines; specifically R-rated content with dark-natured or adult themes are separately titled with an R. Disclaimer: no views expressed are my own, no dark themes intended to glorify those themes or any negativity in any sense).