When Adam, a middle school teacher, meets Jeremy, a musician, sparks fly, and the feeling is definitely mutual. What Adam soon learns, however, is that Jeremy is part of a package deal. He is bound psychically to his twin brother, Jono, who died when they were sixteen. As Adam and Jeremy get closer, where does that leave Jono? And when Jono makes a request to Adam—“Please convince Jeremy to let me go”—will Adam have the courage to do it, even knowing how much it would hurt Jeremy to say goodbye? When tragedy strikes, will Adam and Jeremy come together, or will they be torn apart by ...

After selling his health and wellness apps to a tech giant, Ridley looks for homes in both cool and warm climates. He hopes to meet a man without toxic baggage, but one disappointing experience after another leaves him skeptical. Fairly quickly he meets a sexy realtor, a Somali personal shopper, a Thai-Latino erotic dancer, and a diminutive community college teacher. All are adorable with a variety of baggage. As Ridley gets to know them, it’s obvious only one has the right kind of baggage.

Hockey was everything, but now I’m questioning if I’ll ever make it to the NHL. I need to find a life. In comes a stunning guy in designer jeans and hair so dark and silky, I struggle to keep my fingers to myself. We connect at an animal rescue, where I accidentally soak him with a hose. I give him my team shirt to make amends. The vision of him in my clothes stirs a primal urge in me. When he mentions he’s queer, my heart skips a beat. But he’s only interested in a hookup.

Paxton Vanderbilt Most people think I hate Liam Hunt— Falconwood University’s star quarterback and the resident golden boy. They are mostly right. I hate Liam. But not for the reasons they might think. It’s definitely not because of the rivalry between our two families. Not for being infuriatingly handsome and unbearably popular. Certainly not for making my heart beat a thousand times a minute whenever I see that heartbreaker smile. No, I hate him for owning my first kiss. I hate him for being my legal husband—Oh, yes… he married me in a drunken prep school reunion in Vegas. I ...

What’s a straight guy to do when he accidentally goes on a date with his brand new gym-bro? Offer to be the best wingman ever, of course! It’s foolproof. Joey needs a man? I’ll find him one. He wants someone who looks, well, kind of like me? No problem! Not into watersports? I’ve got him covered. The issue is, going on all these dates with Joey makes me realize I want more of his time to be spent with me. I like the guy. And his smile. And the way he makes me feel like anything is possible.