The start of my college career wasn’t at all what I expected. After moving into the ‘brohouse’ during my first semester, I found my three terrible RoomHates had somehow turned into my sexy Roommates. Over the next semester our new relationships blossomed, until we hit a snag with Hunter’s struggles with addiction. But the four of us stuck together, and stuck it out until we made it through to the other side. Now, with each of us having our own reasons, we’re off to Paris for a semester. Does that now make us Flatmates? And how will the City of Love affect our budding romances ...

Arriving back in Aurora after a semester in Paris is bittersweet. The City of Love turned out to be a city of problems. Between my internship nearly imploding, Seth’s injury, and Lucas’ parents, it’s a wonder we made it back still together. But while our relationship has endured, can it withstand a fourth suitor knocking at the door?

I don’t know what I was thinking when I agreed to rent a room at the ‘brohouse’. Not only were the living conditions a nightmare, but my three new RoomHates made every day unbearable. That is, until the unthinkable happened. Slowly I saw Seth, Lucas, and Hunter as more than just the jock bro personas they put on. They were sexy, passionate and – dare I say it – caring at times. As our dynamic shifted, I found myself drawn into intimate moments with not just one of the bros, but all three. As much as I want this unconventional relationship to work, I have to ask myself if I can ...

In the glamorous yet cutthroat world of New York fashion, Charlie, a recent graduate from Aurora University, finds herself entangled in a web of mystery, betrayal, and romance. Working as a beleaguered assistant to the once-renowned fashion designer Michael Roth, Charlie's life is a whirlwind of fetching her boss from late-night escapades and struggling to have her own fashion designs recognized. Her world turns upside down when her sketches catch Roth's eye, leading him to steal her designs and catapult himself back into the limelight at Fashion Week. A drunken confrontation at a high-end ...

I walked in on my now ex-boyfriend hitting a high note—with the singer of the band he's supposed to be managing. My encore? Waking up in a tangle of three sinfully delicious rockstars. Three nights. Three nights of heated revenge with the biggest band on my company’s label. Three nights where rough, gruff men struck chords in places I never knew could hum. The morning I woke up sandwiched between the three members of JAX; Was the morning I realized I may have ruined my career. Forever. Yet, instead of facing a firing squad led by my ex at the record label, I was in for the shock of my ...