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Moms are good at one thing: the guilt trip. It’s the only reason I’m at the funeral of a man I’ve never had anything to do with. I’ll show up, make her happy, and get out. At least that’s what I think until I learn daddy dearest has left me a crap load of money and the obligation to learn about the family business. All from his eldest son who looks nothing like the rest of us.

The idea of moving away from Seattle was a joke at first. I have too many failed relationships here. Too much baggage. So when I find myself signing with Nashville and leaving everything behind, I’m hopeful a new start will cure me of my attachment problems. I fall fast and hard, and I’m quickly realizing it’s not so easy to escape my emotional damage. That follows no matter where I go.

When I first met Whit, I couldn't get away from him fast enough. He's a hockey player, and I hate everything to do with the sport that broke my heart. But I can't help feeling sorry for the guy. He's newly out and desperate to meet someone, but his eagerness seems to scare potential hook-ups away. Agreeing to be his wingman should've been simple. Watching him flirt with other guys made things complicated.

After my divorce, I’m ready to have fun, date around, and not get into anything serious. Then I meet Gabe Crosby, superhero firefighter and a disgrace to the Crosby name. He doesn’t even like hockey! Yet, there’s a draw to him I can’t deny—something I haven’t felt since my teens. But that’s the problem. I have no idea what dating is like, let alone how to do it with another man. He makes me flakey and nervous, and I’ve never been that guy.

The fall from NHL superstar to domestic disaster was swift and painful. When I became the legal guardian of my five younger siblings, I had no idea what I was doing. One year later, I'm still lost. Coaching CU's hockey team might be the only thing I'm excelling at. But when our star forward is failing math, I have to do what it takes to keep him on the team. Even if it's going head-to-head with Jasper Eckstein. One minute I'm confronting the notorious hockey-hating professor, and the next I'm agreeing to be his date to a twenty-year high school reunion. I don't know how that happened.

Working undercover at a strip club is not my usual kind of job. If it weren’t a great opportunity to show the Mike Bravo team I can run my own op, I wouldn’t have agreed to it. When my boss asks me to befriend the biggest gossip in the establishment, the person who knows everything, I’m even more reluctant. Because that happens to be one of the dancers. The only dancer to catch my attention in all the wrong ways. I need to be professional or I will never prove I’m leadership material. Only problem is, the guy with the stage name Lemon makes me want to be anything but professional.

You know what's not fun? Going on a Fiji vacation with four other couples. Especially when recently single. What's even worse is when a past hook-up arrives unannounced. Not only do we have a history, but he's 10 years younger and a famous rock star. Most importantly, he's my friend's little brother. Being trapped on an island with Jet Jackson is going to be sweet torture because all I want is another chance. I just don't think he's going to give it to me.

Being in love with a client sucks. As Cash Me Outside's band manager, I've been nothing but professional for years. But the lead guitarist tortures me daily just by breathing. Sebastian Rose has no idea how I feel about him, and I intend to keep it that way. I can't break my rules. Seb doesn't do serious, and I won't risk my job for something temporary. It takes a leaked nude, an overzealous stripper, and a group winter vacation to change everything.

My whole life I’ve had the pressure of being Marcus Talon and Shane Miller’s football prodigy. I’ve been destined to follow in my NFL-playing fathers’ footsteps since the day I was born. I usually thrive under pressure, but as senior year looms, it all gets too much, and I need an outlet. The last place I thought I’d find my release is at Levi Vanderbilt’s graduation party. In his bed. With him.

I can’t walk away from Kit and Prescott. Kit is the stern nurturer I need. He’s the caretaker, the solid presence. Prescott enables my wild ways. He’s someone I can have fun with. They couldn’t be more perfect for me.

Military life is all I’ve known since I was born. But when a top-secret mission fails, I find myself suddenly discharged with nowhere to go. Mike Bravo saved my life, and they want me to join them, but there’s one small problem. Isaac “Iris” Griffin. He’s as irresistibly snarky as he always was, only there’s a big difference this time. I’m no longer closeted or scared to live my truth. And the truth is, I’ve always wanted him. It’s against Mike Bravo’s rules to fraternize with other team members. But something tells me Iris might be worth the insubordination.

Straining my groin is bad enough. It puts my hockey career, my future, but even worse, my dignity on the line. Having to get massages in that area from Vance Landon, one of the team trainers, is mortifying. It’s impossible to hide my feelings toward him. If my constant blushing and bumbling doesn’t give it away, my body does. It’s getting to the point where I wonder if hockey is even worth the embarrassment. Trying to avoid him only makes him seek me out more. He’s determined to rehab my injury, but all I want is for him to leave me alone.

Everyone remembers the night the boy band Eleven broke up. Hearts shattered around the world, including my own. I made a mistake, and I've been avoiding bandmate Mason Nash ever since. At first it was hard, but 18 months ago, he made it easier by leaving Hollywood and disappearing. When Eleven reunion talks start, I'm against it completely. I could really do with the publicity, but I don't want to face Mason again. I'm sure he won't want to see me either.

My twin brother and I have gotten ourselves into a lot of messes growing up. We would constantly switch places to escape consequences while protecting each other at every cost. But sleeping with Ben’s professor is a whole new level of mess, because there’s something Jonah doesn’t know. He might have been Ben’s professor last semester, but the person he was lecturing wasn’t Ben. It was me.

When my law enforcement career falls to pieces in front of my own eyes, I don’t know who I can trust. I have nowhere to go. No one to turn to. Asking Trav for help is a last resort, but I’m desperate. If he can’t get me out of this mess, I may as well turn myself over to the guys hunting me down. I’m not sure which will be more difficult: protecting my life or my heart. Because when it comes to love, my heart wants what my brain doesn’t. It wants Travis West.

Never make a bet with Jordan Brooks. That's how I've ended up here, doing a movie that risks my entire acting career. Taking on a gay role when I'm straight is problematic in its own right, but when production gets put on hold, and a fabricated story breaks out in the media, Jordan and I have to go into hiding. Our livelihoods are put on the line all because of an ill-timed photo and Jordan's bitter ex-boyfriend. Scandals, lies, and PR nightmares. Welcome to Hollywood.

"Memo an mich: Verlieb dich nie in deinen besten Freund. Vor allem nicht, wenn du ihm berufsbedingt ständig auf den Hintern starren musst." Shane Miller und Marcus Talon waren auf dem College unzertrennlich. Als Talon in die Profiliga aufstieg, konzentrierte sich Miller auf seine eigene Karriere. Doch jetzt spielen sie beide in derselben NFL-Mannschaft und Talon möchte da anknüpfen, wo sie aufgehört haben, wilde Partys mit weiblichen Fans inklusive. Miller macht sich allerdings Sorgen, dass solche Eskapaden sie beide die Karriere kosten könnten.

"Manchmal hörst du einen Song, und plötzlich wird er zum Soundtrack deines Lebens." Caleb "Soren" Sorensen hat sich den Urlaub anders vorgestellt. Nicht genug damit, dass er im entlegensten Winkel der Welt dabei zuschauen muss, wie seine Freunde ihr Liebesglück genießen, plötzlich taucht auch noch Jet auf – der Mann, den Soren seit Jahren nicht vergessen kann. Der kleine Bruder seines Freundes Matt ist inzwischen ein berühmter Rockstar. Und wie es aussieht, hat er Liebeskummer, den Soren nur zu gerne vertreiben würde... Jet Jackson hat sich seinen Ausflug nach Fidschi anders vorgestellt.

"Kleiner Tipp: Ein Fremder in einer öffentlichen Toilette ist nicht das ideale Publikum für ein Coming-out. Selbst wenn er charmant und auf süße Art nerdig ist und dir seine Hilfe anbietet." Für Eishockeyprofi Ollie Strömberg steht fest: Ganz egal, wie sehr ihn seine Familie dazu drängt, er wird sich auf keinen Fall öffentlich zu seiner Homosexualität bekennen. Dafür steht für ihn momentan noch zu viel auf dem Spiel. Um den Kuppelversuchen seiner Familie zu entgehen, erfindet er kurzerhand einen neuen Freund.

Maddox: La raison pour laquelle je rentre rarement chez moi se résume en quatre mots : je suis un menteur. Ai-je (faussement) avoué être gay et fui à New York comme si j'avais le feu aux fesses pour éviter d'épouser mon amour de jeunesse ? Oui. Cinq ans plus tard – après une rencontre arrosée - me voilà invité à son mariage ! Foutu karma... Et bien sûr, je suis censé venir avec mon petit ami. Petit ami qui n'existe pas, soit dit en passant. Parce que je suis hétéro (vous suivez ?). Mais ça... je n'en suis plus si sûr.