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Odd: DeShaun and I have been locked in a mutual imaginary affair since the day we met.DeShaun: Odd believes he can love me as I am. I will never let him do that to himself.Odd: Close calls. Drunken flirtations. Glances that lasted too long. Thwarted by his unfailing sense of duty, every time...

Thane: Letting Ronan go was the biggest mistake of my life. Giving me a second chance might be the biggest mistake of his.Ronan: I can't think of anything more dangerous than giving my heart to a man who's already destroyed it. Then again, after torpedoing my career with the U.S. Marshals...

I wait for the signal at crosswalks. I pay my taxes on time. And despite my association with a certain mafia family, I run a clean business providing security for Manhattan's wealthy elite. I don't break the law.

Roly Martinez checklist: EpiPens, burn ointment, and condoms. You gotta come prepared for hate sex.Heath has every reason to hate me, and that only serves to fuel our explosive chemistry. Now that we live in the same city again, all I wanna do is show this sexy bear of a man that Im not the jerk...

Anders: Look, yall. Sane isnt really where I shine.Omar: If that joker doesnt stop annoying me, Im going to give that mouth of his something better to do.Anders: Does it make sense to mess with the Guardians new hired gun every chance I get? No. Does it mean Im going to stop? Also no.Omar: The...

I have a feeling we're all going to need a little therapy after this.He survived the Rwandan genocide to become an NBA legend. I survived a few hours of truly amateur torture to become the guy who falls apart when someone drops a tray of dishes.We both volunteer at my brother-in-laws gym for...

What's the first rule of running a gym for combat vets?Hands off the scorching hot scenery.Frankly, between Grindr and living in one of the queerest cities in America, it's not exactly a hardship.Hell, it's so easy, I can do it on one leg.Then a pair of blue eyes swimming with vulnerability...

Everett: There are a ton of reasons why falling for my tiny, adorkable best friend is a terrible idea starting with the body in my trunk.Rafi: How the f*ck did I not realize how hot my best friend is? Silver fox, check. Tattooed hotness, check. Cuddles on Monday nights while we watch Australian...

Look, no one's ever accused me of being sane, y'know? So when I say that I am crazy over this RICO agent, know that I mean business. Sure, I'm responsible for getting him fired from the job he's wanted his whole life, but his grandfather just died and left him 13.1 billion dollars. Dude deserves a break is all I'm saying. And yeah, I'm a violent mobster with a savior complex, but that shouldn't get in the way of our epic love story.

I understand that sleeping with the boss is a bad idea. To be fair, I was already sleeping with my co-worker. And yeah, we all live in the same bunkhouse on a ranch in the middle of the Central Texas Hill Country, but we’re professionals. We can handle it.

Renée always did have a sense of humor—even as she was dying—but I’ll never love anyone the way I loved her. Falling for my brother-in-law? Psh. Desi’s almost 20 years younger than me and far too pretty. Besides, my son would never forgive me.

I like horses better than most people. After years of supporting our local equine rescue, it’s safe to say that I have a certified hate-on for the rodeo. So why is Luke McCall, injured rodeo diva, in my training paddock? I feel bad that he was outed by the media, and I get the need to regroup out of the spotlight.

Sam reminds me of the horses we rescue. Scarred, skittish, and…strong. Beautiful. He’s a bit of a hat-stealer, and, truth be told, I’m a little leery of his chosen profession. The things he does in front of a camera...well, it makes me blush just thinkin' about it. But if that scar on his face is any indication, he could use somebody at his back. I aim to be that person. And yeah, some of my parts get confused by the fact that he’s all delicate and sparkly, but that’s not important. Even if the good hand lotion has somehow made it into the tack room.

I just told off my billionaire CEO in front of the entire company, and it was totally worth it. Do I care that a viral video of our exchange sent his stocks into freefall? Nope. Am I going to help Rand Wolfe rehab his company’s reputation? Not a chance in hell. There’s just one problem: I’m the bastard son of a mafia don, a fact Wolfe finds out the hard way when he tracks me down at the docks. Saving his life puts a mafia-style extradition order on my head, and the only place to hide is his high-rise penthouse.

Dear goddess: For the love of all things dark and hairy, did you really have to mate me with a vampire? Seriously? My hormones are off the charts, my urges are driving me crazy, and my wolf wants to shift every other minute. And what do I get for being a good guy? A prim vampire who's setting off every nesting instinct. For the love....I'm buying expensive pillows, and walking around saying things like 'MINE!' Not cool, goddess. Not. Cool. Fix it, please. Sincerely, A disgruntled wolf shifter.

Spoiler alert: This isn't some sad exploration of my tragic past. I have a list of the people who bought and sold me. And they aren't getting a redemption arc.

Love isn't something I get to wish for. Ten years ago, my nephew was sold to traffickers, and it was my fault. I spent the next decade doggedly searching for him in the most awful places imaginable, unable to stop until I knew he was safe. I finally track him down to Wild Heart Ranch, an equine therapy center in the heart of Texas with a secret mission to help victims of trafficking. While I get to know the funny, strong, disturbed man my nephew has become, I find comfort and companionship in Levy, the ranch's tattooed, pierced, much younger equine therapist.

There’s not much I miss about prison, save for the buttoned-up therapist who doled out subtle commands and generous praise in equal measure. We never spoke of the crackling tension between us, but every time he straightened my posture or called me a good boy, we knew what was going on.

Hating Justin Jennings should be a lot easier than this. He nearly ruined my life, and I swore when I left town that I’d become the opposite of him in every possible way. I’ve kept that promise, traveling the world to save the people who cannot save themselves. The lost, the trafficked, the stolen. This work is my life’s mission, and now my father has given me the land to expand my operations.

I'm a mob boss. And I'm in love with a virgin. I run a high-end escort service, and Ford is a nervous, perfectly bow-tied, sexily bespectacled money nerd. It doesn't make any sense, this attraction between us.