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1) Tales from the Calendar, Book 1

What’s a guy gotta do to get some lovin’?

Andy Andrews can’t seem to find a guy who’ll look at him twice, and it’s no wonder—his name is the only thing extraordinary about him, and that’s not in a good way. He’s been called AA and worse his whole life, and was picked on throughout his school years for his nerdy looks and love of manga and anime. Oh yes, then there’s his Star Wars addiction. Can he help it his formative lusty years were centered on a young Harrison Ford? No. That’s totally not his fault.

He wants a man who can looked past his oft-taped together glasses and his untamable hair, someone who won’t see him as a one-off pity fuck or some pathetic loser who’d be easy to use.

It seems like he wants the impossible, but Andy Andrews isn’t someone who gives up on his dreams easily.

Still, when he stumbles onto a sexy male-hunk calendar shoot, he doesn’t think he has a chance in hell of attracting any of those guys’ attention.

Boy, is he ever wrong.

2) On the First Day of X-Mas

Not the goddamned elf suit again…

Mark Spinner has a problem holding onto a job. He’s just lost his second one this year, and Christmas is fast approaching. It looks like he’s got one viable option—playing the role of Santa’s Elf in the Quadrant Mall.

He’d almost rather starve, but there’s no way he can skip out on giving presents to his mom, sister, and nieces. He is just going to have to man up—elf up, rather—and deal with screaming, fit throwing kids and insane parents with even more insane demands.

But keeping his elf suit on might be a challenge when Santa turns out to be one sexy man with a cock made to stuff Mark just right.

3) With These Broken Dreams

Maxim Coltraine’s life has already been torn asunder. All he has left is one tiny thread of hope that nothing can get any worse than it already is.

Maxim Coltraine’s never thought of himself as a bad guy. He tries to do the right thing, he loves hard, and is loyal to his lover, friends, and family. When everything seems to implode at once, leaving him damaged and broken inside and out, Max wants to give up, but something inside of him refuses to bow down and fade out. Hope, no matter how tiny the kernel of it, can bring a man back from the brink of darkness, if only he’ll hang on.

4) When Universes Collide, Space Odyssey-Oddballs book 2

This is what it’s like when world’s collide? *Snort* Whatevs, babe.

Ian has plans, and none of them involve being bred to two big, scary, bossy bastards. Then one of those bastards goes missing and is presumed dead, and Ian’s head is more than a bit of a mess. But he has a job to do, a ruler to serve, and his internal mushiness is just going to have to wait. He don’t have time for his own drama.

Until things change, and he finds himself traipsing across universes in the name of love, or at least lust.

4) Dear John

John Weaver grew up wanting to serve God and country. When Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell is finally repealed, a weight is lifted off his shoulders. In the Marines for fifteen years at that time, he doesn’t leap out of the closest waving a Pride flag, but he worries a hell of a lot less about getting kicked out.

The Dear John letter from his secret lover of almost a decade shatters his dreams of them being together when they retire. Granted, he and Emmett were never serious, but they never had the chance to be. Emmett was Air Force, and an officer. He was also stationed halfway across the country from John. It hurts, and John is even more wounded when Emmett refuses all calls from him, and ignores his texts and emails.

John wants to know what went wrong. He needs closure, or something like that. He isn’t sure. He’d never really examined his feelings for Emmett too closely. Now he wonders if he lost the only man he’s ever loved, or if he’s been freed to find out what love truly means.