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Seven minutes isn’t enough for a life. But it’s long enough to remember how much I’m loved.
Eli-
I thought the worst part of losing my husband would be the slow drift apart, the way hospital shifts swallowed our nights, and silence replaced laughter. I never imagined the worst part would be dying in his ER, the flatline screaming while his hands were the last to touch me.
But death isn’t empty. Not at first. In those final seven minutes, my life plays back like a reel, and every frame belongs to him. Our first kiss. Our first night tangled together. The vows we spoke when we promised forever. Even the mornings when we forgot to kiss goodbye.
It’s all him. Always him.
I don’t know if this is the end or a cruel mercy, but I do know one thing—somewhere inside these seven minutes is a choice, a chance, or a goodbye. And if love alone could bring me back, I’d open my eyes to him every time.
**Despite the blurb, this book has a happily ever after. Check trigger warnings for medical trauma, physical recovery, and a marriage in crisis.

First love. First betrayal. One dare away from unraveling everything.
Truen "Tru" Jameson:
I was twelve when I realized I loved him.
Thirteen when I kissed him.
And the next day, he made me hate myself for it.
Darien turned our friendship into a weapon.
Now he calls me his stepbrother and looks right through me like I’m nothing.
He pretends he doesn’t remember that night in the closet.
But I do.
I still taste him like blood in my mouth.
I remember how he kissed me back—and how he made sure I paid for it.
If Darien taught me anything, it’s that love isn’t a game.
The first dare broke us. The second dare might set us free.
Darien "Dare" Carter:
I kissed him back.
Because I wanted to.
Because it felt like falling, and I wanted to crash.
But wanting him meant admitting too much, so I crushed it.
I burned the bridge and left him on the other side, holding the match I lit.
He thinks I forgot. I didn’t.
I remember everything—his mouth, his breath, the sound he made when our lips touched.
I’ve hated him ever since for making it matter.
But I hate myself more for wanting it again.
And God help me, I do.
This isn’t a love story.
It’s a reckoning.
Double Dared is a standalone M/M romance packed with longing, banter, emotional gut punches, and heat that burns.
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E(Van)der
Summers always meant a return to the peaceful lake cabin, a special place where Père and I had made countless cherished memories together. Waylon was my grandfather—-not by blood, but by love. We fished, swam, worked side-by-side, and for the longest time, that was enough to satisfy my growing feelings for him. Until one summer, it wasn’t.
I started noticing how his eyes lingered and how our closeness felt different. The tension between us was impossible to ignore, but neither dared to voice our feelings. Then we found the key to the shed. Buried beneath dust and time were the letters of two men—Harold and Elliot—who had once loved in secret, their story mirroring our own in ways we couldn’t dismiss.
As we unraveled their past, our own feelings became unavoidable. But was our love destined to stay hidden like theirs, or could we finally break the curse of Pathfinders Lake?
The Forbidden Summer is an MM romance between a young man and his step-grandad with a 34 year age gap, loads of mutual pining, and a forbidden summer adventure. Part of the Pathfinders Lake multi-author collaboration.

Morningwood Estates: a community that always rises to the occasion and takes ‘love thy neighbor’ a little too literally.
Carter Reed moved to Morningwood Estates for peace, quiet, and a fresh start.
Instead, he got Benji Stewart.
Benji doesn’t believe in rules, subtlety, or minding his own business—especially when Carter’s perfectly organized life is just begging to be disrupted. From competitive decorating to passive-aggressive pranks, their neighborly standoff quickly becomes the most entertaining thing on the block.
Carter thinks Benji is irritating.
Benji thinks Carter is repressed.
The neighborhood is placing bets.
These gay neighbors quickly realize that the boundary between animosity and attraction is as thin as their property line.
Because in Morningwood Estates, privacy is a myth… and falling for your rival is practically a community event.
The Gaybor War is an MM romcom romance with HOA nonsense, alcohol-induced shenanigans, flirty banter, and a plot-twisty HEA.

Rules don’t stand a chance against chemistry this hot.
Oren never planned on finding a Daddy online. It started with harmless messages and a safe voice in the dark. Someone to tell him he’s good, to give him rules that make the world feel less scary. But the more Keane guides him, the more Oren craves.
Keane promised to take things slow, but Oren’s shy confessions and breathless gratitude are pure temptation. What began as simple guidance becomes late-night conversations, lingering thoughts, and a dangerous need to see the boy behind the screen.
When Oren’s friends drag him to a weekend retreat, Keane shows up too. One look, one soft “Daddy,” and every line they swore not to cross feels paper-thin.
Oren’s heart says trust him. Keane’s instincts say protect him. Their desire wants to burn the rules to ash.
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When Evan, a polished businessman, wanders into a mall gift-wrap station, the last thing he expects is Leo—the sharp-tongued, playful wrapper who makes ribbons look downright dangerous. One gift becomes two, then twelve, as Evan keeps coming back with flimsy excuses and increasingly flirtatious banter.
From cinnamon rolls to stolen almost-kisses by the carousel, every day brings them closer to the inevitable: a Christmas Eve that ends not with neatly tied bows, but with everything unwrapped.
A steamy, funny, and heart-melting holiday MM romance—twelve gifts, twelve dates, and one unforgettable Christmas.
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There are stories we write because they entertain us…
And then there are stories we write because they won’t leave us alone.
This one belongs to the latter.
It started with a key.
A hallway.
Two men who should’ve walked away but didn’t—because something in the air told them this could be different. That rare spark. That quiet gravity. That moment you feel in your chest long before you’re brave enough to name it.
Luca and Adam weren’t supposed to be more than a night.
Heat, skin, steam, and a door left unlocked.
But sometimes a single night is the first thread of something larger.
Sometimes desire and tenderness collide in a way that shifts the whole axis of a man’s life.
This story is for anyone who has ever surprised themselves by wanting more than they expected.
For anyone who has ever felt that wild, dizzy hope that maybe—just maybe—you’ve stumbled into something real.
Settle in.
Take a breath.
Let the steam rise around you.
You’re about to witness what happens when a fling tries to become a beginning.
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