After being target by several unfortunate attacks, Thomas Miller is hired to protect Ethan Shelton, Chief Operating Officer at the prestigious Shelton empire. The renown bodyguard is forced to deal with Ethan's deviant and resisting behaviour, with Ethan not wanting the other man to follow him like a shadow. With no choice in the decision, both of them have to learn how to get along with seeing each other everyday until Thomas goes back home. ~~~~~~~~~~ Noticeable Rankings: • LGBT - #9 (6/11/20) • Manxman - #1 (16/1/21) • Manlove - #1 (11/9/20) • Office - #1 (27/12/20) • Hate - #1 (4/1/21) • Cheesy - #1 (27/12/20) • Gay - #2 (19/9/20) • Boyxboy - #2 (2/10/20) • Enemiestolovers - #5 (17/11/20) • Demisexual - #7 (15/11/20)

(Bxb) Eric Valence thought finding a job as an editor for a well-known author named Draven H. Malcolm was the beginning of his writing career. He had no idea that it would also be the beginning of his love story. *** "You're so clueless, it bothers me." He frowned, "What does that mean-" "You never wondered why I gave you all the best things on my floor - the closest desk, drinks from my office, my newest project. I even went to your house and picked you up to make sure you weren't late." "My portfoli-" "There are twenty three others with the same experience as yours, that was an excuse," he admitted, peering into Eric's eyes and daring him to look away. Eric didn't. Draven sighed, "The reason I got mad that day..." he paused for a moment, hesitating again but deciding to let it all out, "the reason I got mad is because I heard you kissed Jason, which I wasn't too pleased about but then seeing you and Justin together..." He never finished his sentence, and Eric raised an eyebrow, "What about Justin and I?" "I feel like you're doing this on purpose," Draven chuckled, examining Eric's confused face. "I'm not sure what you're talking about-" "I like you," Draven said clearly with his entire diaphragm, expression it as loud as he could for Eric to understand. Eric felt his throat squeeze itself shut, no oxygen coming in or out. "I like you, a lot more than I thought, Eric," he breathed. Eric was unable to believe it, shook his head and looked away for moment, before meeting his gaze again. "Why me?" he asked quietly. Draven shrugged his shoulders, eyeing Eric with adoration and admiration, "I'm not sure either, but I want you to be mine." Jan 24. 2018 - 1k

Five years ago, Eric Valence left Draven H. Malcom's hometown to find himself within the literary industry. The passing of his friend Melissa drove him away, and he soon became a well-known author. However, when Draven H. Malcom encounters Eric Valence at an award show, he was taken aback when Eric was no alone, rather with his new fiancé, Kyle Merchi. The ongoing battle for Eric's attention between Draven H. Malcom and Kyle Merchi is causing tension within the literary industry, and when information become exaggerated in the media, storylines for new comic books leaked to other authors, Draven H. Malcom is left confused as to who to trust. *** "I don't know what else to do. Coming back here made me realize how much I love you but I can't just forget about what Kyle did for me, we were together two years-!" "I never said you fucking had to!" Draven shouted, broadening his shoulders, "All I asked was for you to be real with me. I didn't come to you and ask you to have sex with me, you came to me. I didn't ask you to come tell me you love me again, you came to me. Nobody asked you to fucking break up with your fiancé, Eric!" "Then what do you want me to do?!" "Nothing!" Both of them had been screaming their lungs out, Draven with veins in his neck as he continued, "Not a fucking thing!" "Draven, come on-" "No, just stop, please." "I love you, you know that." Eric tried to reach for him again, and was surprised that when he touched Draven's fingers, Draven did not pull away. "Don't give up on me, please Draven." Draven shook his head, "Then choose. It's either Kyle or me, choose right now." Eric seemed taken by surprised, and he frowned, "I can't do that." "Then we're done."

Evie: Rowan Alastair Volkov had been my biggest nightmare and rival since I met him. He was like a shadow I couldn't shrug off. Perhaps my own. With his arrogance, his snide remarks, his grumpy frown, and his sadistic smirk, he proved to be the one thing standing in my way to a happy life and a happy ending. Regardless of our history and families, we were strangers. That was until the one link separating us shattered. What I never imagined was Rowan asking me for help. Asking me to be his wife. On paper only. Worse? I never imagined falling for him. We signed ourselves away to certain terms & truths, but now, everything was different. Because I fell in love with him beyond those terms. Rowan: Evie Rose Spencer has been the epitome of an annoying thorn in my side that I can't pull out. I've done everything to escape her. With her sarcastic wit, her confident facade, her brighter-than-the-sun smile, and her sparkly ocean blue eyes, I'd come to hate her more than anybody I'd ever met. But, we had an understanding. Be strangers. Then my whole life began to fall apart all thanks to one inheritance will. I was meant to take the seat beside my older brother and run the Volkov empire. In order for me to take what I inherited, I had to be married and make it last a whole year. If I failed, everything I wanted would be taken from me. The best shot I had at finding a new wife was marrying a stranger. But fate tied me down to Evelyn. We signed ourselves away to certain terms & truths, but if she breaks them, she'll have no one to blame but herself. Breaking her heart was inevitable with this marriage license. No matter those terms. . . . ALL RIGHTS RESERVED INSPIRED BY - MARRIAGE FOR ONE, THE FINE PRINT, AND TERMS & CONDITIONS <3

Word has it opposites attract. Jessica Keith would like to raise two middle fingers to that idea. A wild, no-apologies party girl, Jessica wants nothing to do with the likes of Matthew Parkinson - a buttoned-up, rule-following golden boy. They have nothing in common... except undeniable chemistry. But when being forced to share the same air turns into sharing stolen glances, flirty insults, and moments that feel way too real, Jessica starts to wonder: What if being a pair of mismatched shoes doesn't mean you don't fit - it just means you're about to make a statement?

Christian Parkinson's reputation is simple: charming, reckless, and never serious. But when he meets Kylie Preston-smart, sharp, and totally unimpressed-his usual games fall flat. She's not the kind of girl who plays along. She sees through him. Calls him out. And she definitely doesn't swoon. That is, until he finds out she's crushing hard on his good two-shoes brother. It shouldn't bother him. She was never his to begin with. But suddenly, being the one who doesn't get the girl stings more than he expected.

Four years ago, Chassie George Lewis gave her heart and her body to the one person she was never supposed to fall for: her sister's best friend. One night with Nathaniel Forester became something neither of them expected-a baby boy, and a bond they never quite defined. Now, they're co-parenting like pros-friendly, functional, strictly platonic. Or so she tells herself. But when she sees Nathan with someone else, feelings she thought were buried resurface-sharp and stubborn than ever. Along with them comes the ache for a chance... one she never allowed herself to hope for.

COMPLETED. "Look, if you're-" "Shut up." I was taken back at the sudden manner in which he spoke to me. "Let's get something straight Miss Greene, I don't appreciate people talking back at me. And quite frankly, you're crossing your limit with me and my patience with you. So from now on, as long as you're with me you'll do as I say. Understood?" _____________________________________________ Mystery. Romance. Deception. You know what they say, hate is a strong emotion- so is love. You can only hate someone you place in high esteem since you care about what they think. When Juliet Greene secures an internship position at the Empire Heights hotel, and things seem to be finally going her way, a brief encounter causes her life to turn upside down. Getting in the way of the hostile, unfeeling, yet wickedly magnetic billionaire Adrian Vandermir, Julie suddenly gets thrown into a situation that's too much for her to handle. Wanting to have little to do with this and the infuriating Vandermir, she none the less convinces herself that his decisions would be best for her family's own safety. But when things begin to get out of hand, she discovers that she has more to do with the dangerous situation Adrian is involved in than she or anyone else could ever imagine. In the hopes of ending the matter, both must endure each other's company as they take a trip together which reveals unbearable past secrets and irresistible desires. Desires that Julie fears would only deepen her wounds, but somehow heal Adrian's. BONUS CHAPTERS available on my blog (link in my bio)

Audrey Danler had one rule: never mix alcohol with weddings. But one night, too many drinks, and one too-handsome groomsman later, she wakes up in Vren Parkinson's hotel room-naked, mortified, and full of regret. It was supposed to be a one-time mistake. A bad decision no one would ever talk about again. Then she finds out she's pregnant. And suddenly, that one mistake isn't so easy to forget-especially when the man she barely knows is about to become the father of her child.

She needed a job. He needed a reason to see her again. When Embre Daniels meets Landon Hale, a quiet, guarded CEO who lives behind the scenes, she doesn't expect to ever encounter him again until a job application changed everything. The job is simple. But what unfolds between them isn't. What begins as a professional agreement slowly becomes something neither of them planned: steady, soul-stirring, and impossible to ignore. Their connection is real-but so are the secrets surrounding it. Told like a letter and lived like a memory, Dear Mr. CEO is a beautiful love story that finds its way... even through silence, timing, and unexpected turns.