Lowen Ashleigh is a struggling writer on the brink of financial ruin when she accepts the job offer of a lifetime. Jeremy Crawford, husband of best-selling author Verity Crawford, has hired Lowen to complete the remaining books in a successful series his injured wife is unable to finish. Lowen arrives at the Crawford home, ready to sort through years of Verity's notes and outlines, hoping to find enough material to get her started. What Lowen doesn't expect to uncover in the chaotic office is an unfinished autobiography Verity never intended for anyone to read.

Ryder, Garrett, Kenzo, and Diesel - The Vipers. Their deals are as sordid as their business, and their reputation is enough to bring a grown man to his knees, forcing him to beg for mercy. They are not people you mess with, yet my dad did. The old man ran up a debt with them and then sold me to cover his losses. Yes, sold me. They own me now. I’m theirs in every sense of the word. But I’ve never been meek and compliant.

Beckett: If you’re reading this, well, you know the last-letter drill. You made it. I didn’t. Get off the guilt train, because I know if there was any chance you could have saved me, you would have. I need one thing from you: get out of the army and get to Telluride. My little sister Ella’s raising the twins alone. She’s too independent and won’t accept help easily, but she has lost our grandmother, our parents, and now me. It’s too much for anyone to endure. And here’s the kicker: there’s something else you don’t know that’s tearing her family apart.

We're not free to give into this. She's 19, and I'm 38. And I'm her boyfriend's father. Unfortunately, they both just moved into my house.

Eight years ago I fell into a secret summer fling with my best friend’s little sister before our lives went in different directions. Now, I’m the grumpy to Juliet’s sunshine on a popular dating podcast we host, and when a wealthy fan gives us a charming coastal cottage as the biggest thank you ever, we head to the town where I grew up to give it a makeover. And find the house has only one bed. Located under a mirrored ceiling.

I've never thought about being with a guy before. Especially not my best friend. But after visiting my buddy Keith, the college linebacker, in his locker room before a practice, I have all kinds of new thoughts on my mind. Thoughts I don't know how to deal with. Thoughts that are driving me crazy. I can't help myself. I want to go back to the locker room just to ogle at all the hot guys, but I know I can't keep that up forever. I have to tell myself and Keith, the truth. The thing is, though, Keith has already figured it out. It turns out I'm not as sneaky as I think. And my college jock ...

It's just one kiss, with my best friend from college, on midnight at New Year's Eve. It's not like either of us planned for this to happen. I had told Noah we shouldn't go to this New Year's Eve party if we didn't have girls. That we'd look like losers. And when the party host announces that anyone not kissing at midnight is getting drenched in ice water, the night is on the verge of being ruined. It was Noah's idea for the two of us to kiss. I'm not gay—it's just a matter of practicality. Better a quick peck on the lips than a bucket of water over my head. But then we kiss, and I forget ...

I wanted to get in good shape so I could land a girlfriend. How did I end up drooling over my personal trainer? I never expected myself to be attracted to another guy, let alone a guy in his 40s. But my new personal trainer Henry is so incredibly hot, muscled and enthusiastic, I can't take my eyes off him—and not just to make sure my form is good. I need to keep it together and focus on the workout. I didn't come here to get all worked up over an older guy! How can I concentrate when I can't stop fantasizing about Henry? And how am I going to keep this little crush a secret? -------------...

Confession: I like being frisked by rough, sexy, crooked cops because they are always excited to find my BIG surprises. Arnold is a straight college frat boy with a criminal past that desires to be manhandled by muscular, sexy police officers. He has one in mind, Officer Stuart. Arnold fantasizes about Officer Stuart pinning him against the wall, frisking his body, and finding a surprise so big he made him his boy toy for the night. He gets butterflies in his stomach, and his little friend between his legs inches down his basketball shorts at the thought of him. He wants Officer Dennis ...

I'm straight white man but I keep staring at my girlfriend's black eighteen year old son. My name is Kennedy. I'm a tall, masculine, and muscular mechanic deeply in love with my girlfriend, Kimberly. We've been together for nearly a year, and our relationship is almost perfect. However, there's one significant hurdle: her son, Travon. Travon has little respect for authority. Despite the fact that I'm old enough to be his father, he treats me more like a peer. He often disrespects me and my home, seemingly because of our racial differences—I'm Caucasian and she's African American. He ...