Neil Josten is the newest addition to the Palmetto State University Exy team. He's short, he's fast, he's got a ton of potential - and he's the runaway son of the murderous crime lord known as the Butcher. Signing a contract with the PSU Foxes is the last thing a guy like Neil should do. The team is high profile, and he doesn't need sports crews broadcasting pictures of his face around the nation. His lies will hold up only so long under this kind of scrutiny, and the truth will get him killed.

Bryan and Garett have been best friends their whole life, and now they’re brand new college roommates! Innocent young Bryan is forced to come to terms with the naughty gay feelings he has for his friend when he accidentally finds his friend’s dirty toys. Will the hunky stud Garett teach Bryan how to enjoy them, or is this all just one big misunderstanding? Satisfy your fantasy and get this raunchy short story now for FREE with Kindle Unlimited! And for a naughty preview of the book, make sure to Look Inside!

Three years ago, while studying abroad I met a man who would change my life forever. In just one single night together, Ashby had satisfied me in ways I’d never experienced before, not with a single one of my ex-girlfriends. I wasn’t gay, though. I could never look at another man the way I looked at Ashby—and believe me, I tried. Now, going into my junior year at Dogson University I’m fresh out of another failed relationship, and that encounter with Ashby still burns in my mind like it happened yesterday. I believed I would never meet my unicorn again—until the first day of class....

I never intended to become a stripper. Two years ago, I was in Nashville chasing the songwriter dream. Sleepless nights between day jobs were spent writing rock ballads and trying to make a name for myself. That all changed with one phone call that forced me to return to Atlanta. Needing consistent income to pay the mountain of debt I'd come home to, I traded stripping my soul for stripping my clothes. Then Archer West comes crashing into my VIP room, tempting me to break all of my rules.

Waking up in the hospital with a gunshot wound to the head is bad. Finding out I have amnesia is far worse. My memory is practically wiped. I don't know why someone wants me dead. Hell, I don't even know my name. They say my name is Christian Cross. Too bad that name means nothing to me. I haven't forgotten everything, though. Grayson Laurie has always been my kryptonite, and it would take more than a bullet to the brain to forget him. He assures me that I'm imagining the distance between us, but I know better. I just don't know how to fix it.