Jobe. What to say about Jobe…

Snarky, fiercely independent, makes stupid decisions. His own worst enemy.

Yup, that about summed up Jobe.

What Jobe failed to notice was his off-kilter antics while fun for some, they were not so much for others. Namely Stanley Grainger. The one Daddy Jobe tirelessly tried to lure in, and each attempt was denied.

How could he get Stanley alone so he could show him his best…asset?

And how did he not know his best friend was a little?

Stanley frequented Cordes and on occasion took in a scene where Jobe was a willing participant. Jobe starred in many a, ahem, mind clearing sessions for Stanley though he’d never let the out-of-control twink know that.

Sitting across the bar from the dance floor, a needy boy under each arm as they did their best to make Daddy Stanley happy, both failed to miss the one boy Stanley’s eyes were glued to. He’d watched Jobe work through many dance partners, accepting drinks from random bar patrons and it wasn’t until Jobe became sloppy that Stanley’s Daddy instincts kicked in.

A boy in need of a firm hand and a Daddy in need of a new boy. Would these two be a match or each other’s worst nightmares?

Ralphie Davis, was never man enough for his father or worth his mother’s attention. His life began once he moved from his parents’ home and into his sister’s. Tess, his older sister, was the only one to ever give him the time of day. He really never fit in anywhere and with no path to follow, no outlet, or really anything he enjoyed, he was well and truly lost. Then one day, his sister took him to work with her and introduced him to a whole new world full of endless possibilities.

Had he finally found where he belonged?

Daddy Marcel Allard hadn’t been a daddy in ages. Consumed by grief after the loss of his husband and boy, when a cancer diagnosis quickly swept him away. He’d resigned himself to never put his heart on the line again. Nor step foot into the club they’d frequented until Miss Tess called and nearly begged him to help her pull off her first event, A Little’s Valentine’s party.

Reluctantly—and after much begging on her part—Marcel accepted and left the house after a stern warning to himself, you are there to work and nothing more. That all changed when he saw him. The cute little in the cookie monster pj’s looking lost until Jacob and Orion came to his rescue.

Briefly…

The tears are what drew Marcel to cradle the lost little in his arms, but those big, blue, tear-filled eyes are what would awaken his heart and breathe new life into his lonely old soul.

If not for the beautiful bear I just met, I might be cursed forever.

Twinkle is a snarky elf with more attitude than brains. When he tests Santa’s patience one too many times, Santa turns him into an elf figurine and banishes him from the North Pole. Much to his annoyance, he is packaged and mailed to a stranger’s address. From there, he must shift into human form to find his fated mate by Christmas or become an elf figurine forever.

Monty is a bear shifter who prefers to live away from his family and pack. When a package appears on his doorstep on Christmas morning, he opens it to discover a cute elf statue. He can find no return address, and sets the elf on his coffee table. When he next looks, a handsome man with pointed ears is sitting where the statue was.

The man says his name is Twinkle, and he begins to tell Monty a ridiculous story about a real North Pole and a Santa who doesn’t understand him.

Monty is not sure he can trust Twinkle, but something about the elf draws him in as he listens to his silly stories of multiple Santas, elves, flying reindeer, hidden Christmas villages, and more. And when Twinkle begins to go into heat, Monty feels his own rut begin to surface. Can he believe Twinkle’s tall tales? Whatever happens, this could turn out to be the best or the worst Christmas present ever.

Lonely.

Loneliness is an uncomfortably familiar emotion For Chase Prescott. As the lead singer for the band Embrace the Fear he's constantly surrounded by his bandmates and best friends, but regardless he feels solitary—separate. Alone.

Casey Robinson hasn't had a boy in too long. Over the years he's had boys of many types, but none stuck around. What he craves is a little of his own but searching for his boy has left Casey feeling empty.

Chase is all tangled up inside, silently screaming, envious of what his friends have but not knowing how to get it. Then a friend suggests he check out the club he and his boyfriend frequent as a way of getting out of his own head. At this point Chase figures, why not?

Josh Gray has made bad decisions and regretted them all, but it's the rock ‘n roll lifestyle, so no problem, right? However, karma is a bitch.

Mistake one…sleeping with the then boyfriend of the lead singer of one of the top bands, Social Sinners, which leads to Josh being fired as Ryder Hampton's backup guitarist.

Mistake two…signing on with Nicholas Shane Management, who promises a new band that's the perfect fit. It turns out Nick is dealing dirty, and his company collapses when he's sent to prison.

Josh's world is in ruins and starting over is next to impossible. Word gets around that he's screwed over rock ‘n roll's poster children, and he can't get an audition. The future is now an endless stream of empty whisky bottles, and a surly server that no matter how hard Josh tries, refuses to sleep with him.

Get a job on a cruise ship, she said. It's perfect for you.

Highly unlikely considering nothing ever has been…

Vale: I've been hyper all my life and the only one who cares to deal with me is my mother. I've put the poor woman through hell and the best way for her to get a long break from me is to take a job that includes travel.

What I don't expect is finding a much-needed outlet for my endless energy. Pet Play! Where have you been all my life?

Jack: Lonely. Confused. Tired of listening to myself complain. My hands are in more pots than I can keep track of. I need a break. Thankfully, the managers I have in place take care of everything.

Now I can take a cruise and relax. Maybe I'll look for a boy to have some fun with and get to play daddy. I haven't had much luck with that lifestyle. I want something long term. Is that too much to ask?

Boy after boy has passed through my life, but none stick. Am I too much for them? Too controlling? Not controlling enough? No one has the answer. Not my therapist, not my last boy, and certainly not me.

Nate Cloverdale's life was organized to the Nth degree. From the time he woke until the time he went to bed, promptly at midnight. He knew what his day would entail from start to finish.

Relationships would fail, his bar would not and with that attitude it was no wonder his grouchy ass remained unattached.

Kit, no last name, and not because he was famous, but because he was the son of free-spirited parents who felt surnames didn't define you. Thankfully, they didn't feel the same about a first. Growing up in a commune full of like-minded adults, he couldn't wait to get out and explore the world.

Hitchhiking between towns, he never stayed in longer than a couple of months. This trip landed Kit in Foggy Basin. A quick glance around the local businesses, Kit knew odds were he'd find work and stay for a bit while he saved up enough to move on.