Some people might say Victorian England was not the best place to be gay. Sophia and Arthur might have to disagree. Sophia and Arthur are best friends. They are also gay. And working together in a travelling theatre about to set off on a ten month tour of England in 1867. Not much is easy for this pair. Or any of their colleagues, for that matter. There is Eleanor, a young country girl struggling with sudden changes to her morals and identity. And Harry, who ran away from home to escape the predictability of working life. Matilda, who joined the theatre to breakout from the stereotype of what is expected of a woman. George, the only parental figure in many of the actors lives, who is beginning to question everything he thought he knew. Even Mr Rob himself is a widower who has thrown himself into his passion to avoid his grief. At least they have each other, right?

She was supposed to be his job. Not his obsession. Octavia is as fiery as they come, a raging ball of teenage hormones. She's stubborn, unpredictable and full of rage she doesn't quite know what to do with. Clarke takes no shit from anyone. He's mean, with a fuse shorter than a matchstick and a temper to match. As a ruthless leader of the mafia, he always gets the job done-swiftly, without complications. Until now. Clarke's been given the order from above: bring Octavia to his boss-alive. She's just a girl. Sharp-tongued, fiery, and unpredictable...but still a girl. How hard could it be? Octavia's not planning on making it an easy ride-far from it. In fact, she'll do everything in her power to throw his perfect life into chaos and disruption at every turn. But soon secrets begin to unravel, secrets that tie them together in ways they never could have imagined. Clarke's past is dark. But Octavias? It could just burn them both to the ground. **** There's a beat of silence, as we both wait for the other to speak. "I'm supposed to hate you," I whisper, trying to convince myself. But nothing could be further from the truth. "There's a very fine line between love and hate, princess," he traces a finger down my neck to my collarbone. My skin heats in the wake of his touch. My body leans in to him, a part of me lapping up every bit of attention he's wiling to give. "This is such a bad idea." My voice is so quiet, it can barely be heard. "The worst," he agrees with a cocky grin. And then his lips are on mine again. Ravishing and relentless, like he's trying to steal the very breath from my lung's. ****

Izzie is a 17 year old who grew up in a beach town. She's unsocialized and shy, and has never felt like she fit anywhere. When she meets Harley and Max, her world is tossed upside down.