« Je ne donne pas dans les relations de couple, moi, je les brise. » — Troy

S’il y a bien une chose que la vie m’a apprise, c’est que tout le monde finit par partir. Pas de potes, pas d'attaches et par-dessus tout pas de petit ami. Je suis tellement doué en rupture que j’ai mis mon talent au service de ceux qui ne veulent pas faire le sale boulot eux-mêmes.

Jusqu'ici je m'en sortais pas si mal. Avant lui. Rebel. Des mecs comme lui, ça n'existe que dans les fantasmes, alors je serais bien bête de ne pas tenter ma chance ? Et s’il brise mes règles une à une, ça ne signifie rien ! N'est-ce pas ?

« Je suis l’ami de tout le monde, mais le tout de personne. » — Rebel

J’adore bosser pour les Ballsy Boys, mais quand on fait ce genre de boulot, les relations personnelles sont presque impossibles. Soit les mecs me trouvent sexy et veulent coucher avec moi, soit ils veulent être moi, mais personne n’a jamais cherché à me connaître vraiment.

Jusqu’à Troy. Pour la première fois, un plan cul ne me suffit pas. J’ai envie de plus, avec lui. Merde, j’ai envie de tout. Pourtant, il résiste à chaque fois que je l'approche. Que dois-je faire pour lui prouver que ce qu’il y a entre nous est réel et vaut la peine qu’on se batte pour le préserver ?

#Sexy #Passion #MM #Briserlesrègles

Can you be friends with benefits with a guy who hates you? What about enemies with benefits instead?

My plan to lick every cupcake Boston wants until he realizes I’m his only option might actually work out…

Was pretending to sleep with tons of men to keep my crush from hooking up with them a Dirty Trick? Sure. Do I regret it? Not one bit.

Telling Boston I have a thing for him would’ve been the logical thing to do. Unfortunately, logic hasn’t always been my strong suit. I decided to go the—“get under his skin until hostility turns into affection”-- route instead, and I think it’s finally working.

But once he’s worked off all his annoyance with me, will there be real feelings underneath? I guess only time will tell…

***Dirty Trick is an enemies with benefits story set on the gay resort of Palm Island and can be read as a stand alone, but you won’t want to miss all of these wild island shenanigans

I don’t have time for a relationship, not even with the adorably dorky vet I can’t seem to stop bumping into… *sigh * pass the oil and lube

Between running a garage full of beefed up, gear head mechanics and bailing my idiot brother out of trouble every other week, the last thing I have time for is a relationship.

I’ve tried it too many times, and the ridiculous reasons I always find to end it have become a running joke around the garage. But I’ve learned my lesson. No. More. Boyfriends.

I don’t care how many times Porter falls asleep drunk in my bed or how cute he looks covered in oil smears while I teach him how to fix up the vintage car he has rusting away in his garage, I’m not going to fall for him.

Even if I did, what do a mechanic and a veterinarian have in common anyway?

It’s better if we’re only friends… friends who occasionally fiddle with each other’s crankshafts…

Two men, dozens of cities, and a connection they just can't seem to shake.

We haven't spoken in fifteen years, and Marlon is the last person I expected to run into in a bar on Bourbon Street.

He's not my gangly internet pen pal anymore, he's all muscles, body hair, and temptation.

Our friendship feels like it never faded, but the heat between us is brand new.

We're both in different cities every few weeks, hustling to build our careers and soaking up all the perks of being young, hot, and untethered. But our paths seem to be crossing more and more often.

“Meet Me There…”, they're my new favorite words. Honestly, I think I'd follow Marlon anywhere. Does he feel it too?

***Meet Me There is a stand alone, super steamy, ultra-swoony best friends to lovers, long distance love, coming of age in their 30s MM romance with very low angst and lots of happy, mushy feels.

A cheeky virgin, a surprisingly romantic bartender, one house, and six months of nothing but fun...

I came to Palm Island two seasons ago, confused about my life and desperate for a change. The island drew me in, but I’m still not sure why.

Maybe it’s time I cut my losses and go back home, back to med school like I always planned.

But when the breathtaking, flirtatious, tattooed bartender I’ve been crushing on for ages offers to let me room with him this off-season, there’s no way I’m leaving now.

I can’t believe I’ve lived here this long without truly appreciating everything the island has to offer: the beauty of its untouched nature, how to catch a wave, the appeal of casual s…well, you know. But Ten seems determined to make sure I experience every last one, and then some.

Will this be the last off-season I spend here or could this thing between Ten and I be perfect?

***Welcome to Palm Island: Come for the sweaty nights and beach parties, stay for the endless swoon and heart melting romance.

Chef Storm is moody, antisocial...and he just asked me to be his fake boyfriend.

Most people on the island avoid the hot-tempered chef, but he doesn't scare me. Sure, he's prickly, but I've also caught him feeding a stray cat, so I know there's more to him than the sky-high, barbed-wire fence he's built around himself.

When Storm's ex-husband shows up unexpectedly during the off-season and refuses to go home, pretending to be Storm’s boyfriend is apparently my new job.

Faking it with my grumpy boss should not be this much fun, especially since the last thing I need is to make a fool of myself by falling for anyone else on the island.

Is there anything more exciting than being swept up in a storm? Maybe taming one…

***Taken by Storm is a grumpy/sunshine, sort of boss/employee, definitely fake boyfriend (except how fake is it if they’re ACTUALLY hooking up?), second book in The Off-Season series where the residents of gay resort island get up to WAY too much fun once all of the tourists leave for the season. Each book can be read as a stand alone, but trust me when I tell you that you won’t want to miss all of these shenanigans.

Love Isn’t Easy To Figure Out, Even If You’re A Genius

Three high heat, low angst, nerd-a-licious stories you won’t want to miss!

Rocket Science: Relationships aren’t rocket science. If they were, Elijah might stand a chance of figuring one out.

An inexperienced nerd, a cocky player, and a satisfying HEA

Four Letter Word: Relationships are hard enough between two people...can the four of us make it work? Or is love nothing more than a four letter word?