First of all, he's not my real uncle. But Uncle Adam joined our family six years ago, back when I was an awkward thirteen-year-old ashamed to be attracted to his aunt's hot new husband. Now I'm a high school graduate with a secret crush that just won't go away. Uncle Adam is staying at my house for my graduation, but he forgot to bring his present. He promises he'll make it up to me, and asks me what I want. The house is quiet. The family is asleep. I know what I want, but it can't be bought. And it turns out Uncle Adam wants the same thing.

Jimmy and Trent return in the sequel to My Stepdad’s Wedding. “Two weeks ago, I hooked up with my stepdad, Trent Atlas, the night before he married my mother. Now he’s back in town from their honeymoon and has offered to take me up to North Carolina for a trip to his father’s place. Trent Atlas’ dad is one of the nicest men I know. His name is Frederick and he’s like a grandpa to me, in the way Trent is like a dad, even though we’re not related. My step-Grandpa has taken me on fishing trips before. He sends me cards for my birthday every year. Trent’s family gets along well ...

Brody is determined to prove himself at the firehouse, but one misstep during a drill puts him under the watchful eye of Chief Logan—a man known for his authority and discipline. A lesson in obedience quickly turns into something raw, that sprouts between them in the quiet moments after the station has gone still. The Captain and the Probie is an erotic fireman romance that will leave you desperate for more.

Another family reunion. Well, this one's a little different. It’s only us guys this year. My Uncle Brett had this brilliant idea to separate the men from the women for our yearly trip. We’ll re-convene eventually for festive games and dinner, but Uncle Brett believes in male bonding time. It’s a tradition in the family. So, while my mom and sister and aunts are out doing the spa thing, and watching romantic comedies, us men are on a big boat that my uncle owns. My Uncle Brett’s got movie star good looks. Blonde hair and striking blue eyes. Dad is the brunette counterpart—think Tom...

I’m drunk driving after a crazy night. Just me and this dark ass road outside Detroit. Suddenly a cop car appears in the rear-view mirror, pulling me over. I swerve to the side of the road. Here we go. Another traffic stop where my only offense is being Black. The cop car door opens and out steps a tall, muscular White man, at least fifteen years older than me. Damn, I have to admit he’s hot. And I have another confession to make - sometimes I dream about what it might be like to turn all that anger at the police into something sexual. Just take turns hate pounding each other in the ...