Doctor Robinson O’Reilly is burned out. Exhausted, jaded, and disillusioned with the bureaucracy of his profession, he’s ready to throw away his entire career. Convinced to take a part-time position in a small town instead, he packs his medical bag for Hartbridge, Montana.

Who knows, maybe the change of pace and mountain air will do him good.

Firefighter Captain Soren De Silva moved to Hartbridge two years ago. He loves the town, the people, his job. What he doesn’t like is the lack of queer men. Well, the lack of available queer men. There are a few queer couples in town whom Soren can only look at with envy.

He wants what they have.

There’s a new doctor in town; not Soren’s usual type, but there’s something about him that Soren can’t ignore. A friendship sparks between them and Soren can’t help but wonder if that Hartbridge Christmas magic the others joke about is real.

Because a spark leads to flames, and this is not a fire Soren wants to extinguish.

When Brody Molina entered photos of him and Miller into a newlywed photo contest for a free weekend in Vegas, he didn’t think they’d win. But they did. There’s just one big problem: they’re not actually married.

Miller Norton has been in love with his straight best friend forever. Tired of the heartache, he tries to put some distance between them. But then Brody wins a free weekend in Vegas. Against his better judgment—and as a last goodbye to their friendship—Miller agrees to play along.

It’s a stupid, stupid idea, but hey, it’s Vegas where anything goes. The stakes are high. But if Brody realizes he’s ready to go all in, then Miller can roll the dice one more time, right? When there’s nothing left to lose, maybe they’ll both win.

16,500-words. First released in the Vegas, Baby! anthology (print only). Now a single release

In the winter of 1882, a boy from the mountains has to prove himself a man.

~*~

When Albie Bramwell's father died, he was left with two thousand hectares of mountain to farm, and little help to run it. Abandoned by all but two of his workers, the whole town of Alpine Falls called him too young to run the farm alone.

Young, yes. At just nineteen, he was determined to prove them wrong. Even if it killed him.

In search of a new life, Percy Collins found himself in a small mountain town where he ran into a man not much older than himself and scored a job at Echo Creek. A property full of misfits, or so the townsfolk had called it. But what Percy found was a home.

What Albie found was something he never thought possible. A man to love, and a man to share his dreams.

But times were tough, the winter harsh, and money scarce. Albie and Percy would need to do more than prove themselves worthy. They'd need to not only prove themselves better than anyone else. They'd need to prove it twice.

Chase Soria

Every budding actor knows acting is a difficult gig. There will be grueling auditions and punishing rejections. If you're lucky, there'll be roles that pay the bills and even roles that won't.

Roles we don't believe in.

But that's what acting is—acting as if we do believe in them.

So when the semester's production project is announced and I'm cast as one of the leads, I'm ecstatic. A lot of responsibility, a lot of work, but I'm up for it. Even when I find out what my role is and who my partner is. Amos, the brooding James Dean wannabe, is my on-screen boyfriend. Which is great, except for the fact he hates me.

I can do this. It's just acting.

Nothing more.

Amos Beddington

The 90s are back, apparently. 90210 and Friends, but with a reality TV spin, which means cameras following us around as if they're capturing the everyday lives of Franklin U students.

Me, but not me.

Me, with no more than a character description, no script or screenplay. Method acting, being the character 24/7, not just when the cameras are rolling. With a campus boyfriend.

Method acting is immersive and intense, and it can be confusing if the lines begin to blur. I mean, I've dreamed of being with the irritatingly gorgeous and annoyingly popular Chase Soria, and now I have to be his on-screen boyfriend?

I'm a good actor, sure. But how can I be convincing when I'm not sure I can even convince myself?

N.R. Walker writing as A. Voyeur

My name is A. Voyeur. I work as a special security guard in a private s*x club for gay men. My job is to sit behind a small one-way mirror and watch what goes on in various rooms to ensure the well-being and safety of all members. Scenes are wide and varied, and not knowing what I'm about to witness is the best part of my job.

Basically, I get to watch men have s*x for a living. These are their stories.

Gay S*x Club Collection has all three instalments in one book. It is 38,000 words long and consists of many separate scenes. This isn't a romance. This is pure erotica. There isn't really a plot, there isn't a storyline, there isn't any character development. There is just s*x, where men get happy endings, not happy ever afters.

When three men turn up in their sleepy little town of Tallowwood, Harry and Asher know something's wrong. Not because someone could find them, but the fact that Asher's informant and oldest friend, Yunho, failed to alert them. Messages and phone calls unanswered; Harry and Asher go to Thailand to find Yunho is missing.

Harry and Asher find themselves thrown back into the game of shadows and murder, in a race across the globe to find him and find who's behind the kidnapping.

The list of their enemies is long, their web of entanglement even longer, and Harry and Asher are about to find out once and for all who is predator and who is prey.