{{completed}} Vergil's brain was overstocked. Math, Science, Physics, random facts, insect anatomy, the first 500 digits of the Pi number and, surprisingly, much more. So where did all that leave place for love?

Haphephobia: the fear of being touched. Blake, a second-year Psychology student, hadn't ever heard of such a phobia, until the day he was hired as a guide for Dean, the heir of a rich family. Even though Dean had the appearance and behaviour of a gentleman, he harboured an extremely dark and painful past that left him traumatized. After a rainy night on an empty road, a string of coincidences brings the two together. Blake makes it his goal to help Dean free himself from his past and bring back the happiness he deserves while Dean can't help but be won over by the charismatic guy, who is the only one not to see him as damaged or pitiful. However, when memories are revealed, and the feeling of friendship starts turning into something else, things complicate. Is it possible to let go of your past, to fight for an unlikely future?

Now available on Amazon for a limited time under T. Kierei) Fox has lived most of his life as his namesake, and sees no reason to stop doing so. He doesn't mind hunting the city alleyways for his dinner, nor sleeping beneath trees or on benches. His life is perfect in his own eyes... but perhaps not everyone sees it as what he does.

{{completed}} Voerman the thoughtful lives by the 'Why not' effect. The 'Why not' influences not only his life, but the life of people around him. Humorously, dramatically, perhaps even sexually?

There was still a tint of light brown swirled in it. From three tiny containers of milk, the last droplets fell onto the table, vacant save for the cup of coffee. Morris tsked, opening a last little container and pouring more milk. He mixed it well and then got close enough for the smell and warmth to tickle his nose. ...Yes, only now did it have the same color as those eyelashes.

Book 3 of HomeLess Growing up in a family was what most kids who didn't have one, would dream about. As he got older, however, A.J. found himself dreaming about the same thing... yet he had a family. He'd been loved by that family as a child, but as he grew, their attention slowly shifted to his younger brother. He came to understand that his adoptive parents would focus a little more on their actual genetic child, but he wasn't prepared to deal with how quickly he lost everything he had cherished. The packed lunches stopped coming when he turned ten. Eleven, the birthday parties ceased. At fourteen, his younger brother was 'too old' to have to share his room, so A.J. was moved to the small laundry room. At sixteen, there were no more 'I love you' or 'have a good day'. At seventeen, the lunch money stopped and the hateful glares started. Then the angry words. Everything he did was wrong. The dishes weren't clean. The laundry wasn't folded right. By the time he finally graduated, a few days after his nineteenth birthday, there was no more attention of any sort. They ignored him, except to tell him that his chores weren't done well enough and that he didn't deserve to eat until they were. A.J., desperate for some sort of attention, and honestly starving, tried one last thing to get them to at least show so semblance of caring, even if it was negative. He told them that he was gay. At nineteen, only a few days after his graduation, A.J. was kicked out of his home with an empty stomach, and an empty heart.

Killian didn't think life would get much worse... That was until he busted a kids nose and was suspended from his PhD program. And maybe it was luck, or God looking out for his tortured soul, because who knew something so good could come from something so terrible. Killian met James. James met Killian. The rest was semantics.

[COMPLETED] [Warning: Strong language used throughout the book.] He put his hand over my notebook and the other over mine. I glared up at him, his golden brown eyes catching my attention. "I can't write like this," I pointed out. "Is this all you care about?" Ryan asked. I shrugged. "Not this specifically, but yeah, I care about my grades." Ryan smirked. I swallowed nervously but refused to break my stoic expression. He leaned closer to me, my heart pounding so hard against my chest it felt like it might break out and fall on the table between us. His mouth was right by my ear, and I could feel his warm breath when he spoke which sent shivers down my spine. "Well, aren't you a little a scholar?" *** The only things Alex Moris ever cared about were his grades and his sister. However, when the boy his sister likes, Ryan Smithe, makes things complicated and causes him to feel things he's never felt before, Alex realizes that, maybe, there's more important things in life than grades and scholarships. [Word Count: 40,216] [BoyxBoy] ~#14 in the "BoyxBoy" tag on 3/5/2019~ ~#14 in the "love" tag on 12/28/2018~ ~#8 in the "lgbt" and "lgbtq" tags on 1/4/2019~ ~#1 in the "loveislove" tag on 1/12/2019~ ~#31 in the "romance" tag on 2/10/2019~ ~#2 in the "BxB" tag on 3/9/2019~

After getting away from his cruel father's tyranny, Randall has to learn how to live and accept the person he was meant to be - with a little help from a local bartender... ***** An empty shell is all that's left of twenty-five-year-old Randall now. After his homophobic father found out he was gay, he had to learn to act someone else to survive through the years of abuse and humiliation. Now he has forgotten the person he once was. He refuses to remember the person he was supposed to be. Emotionally detached and unable to create relationships, Randall's lonely days repeat themselves in the same destructive pattern: go to work, work out, watch TV, and drink, with no way out of that dark, miserable corner he has built for himself. When a gay bar opens doors in his neighborhood, the fragile balance he has created with himself is in danger of being destroyed when his true self tries to break free. To make things worse, there is a new guy at his gym. A kind guy who has a nice voice and loves talking people's ears off. A guy who can see his suffering. A guy who can teach Randall to feel once again. (Warning, this novel contains verbal and physical abuse!) || Gay || BxB || MxM || LGBT || Romance ||

A work-related injury leaves special agent Michael O'Connolly forced to part ways with the FBI on an extended sick leave. He's been out of commission for weeks and is desperately ready for some action, but when he grabs hold of a filthy street kid, trying to pick his pockets, he gets more than he bargained for. Nineteen year old Jason Thames was accustomed to hard living. The streets had been his life for more years than he cared to remember. He did whatever he could to survive, but one cold, wet night he picks the wrong pocket, and gets caught up in a world he never thought he could have. The agent is harsh and intimidating, but he wants to help him, even when he discovers that Jason has a two year old son; Little Timmy. Over time, the attraction between the two men simmers, and Michael finds himself falling for both his house guests, but how can he hope for a future when the present is so riddled with uncertainty?