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Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 82415 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 412(@200wpm)___ 330(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)

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ALEXEI

Before I came to St. Lawrence University, I didn't believe in magic.

Now I'm desperate to get my hands on a spell, even at the expense of lying to my friends.

It's not something I'm proud of, but I have my reasons.

Enter the charming, carefree Matteo Baros, who—unfortunately for both of us—becomes suspicious of me.

I expect him to rat me out.

Instead, maybe because he's such a stand-up guy, he offers to help me with a spell.

Not just any spell—a sex spell.

Not really something two straight guys can manage easily, but we find a way, and what should've been a nightmare turns into a feverish night of passion.

But there are consequences for our actions.

The spell ignites a sequence of events neither of us could have anticipated, and as the intensity of this fever between us mounts, we find ourselves caught in a war between rival covens, battling sinister forces from another realm that threaten to wreak havoc upon our world.

While Fever is a fun, steamy, paranormal romance, certain elements may act as triggers for some. Readers are invited to check out the complete trigger warning on the copyright page, which can be viewed by clicking on the "Look Inside" preview. These triggers contain spoilers for the novel.

* Each couple featured in the Saints & Sinners Series will receive an HEA at the end of their respective book, but because of the scope of the larger paranormal story, it's best to read this series in order

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ALEXEI

I press my ear against the door for a quick courtesy listen to make sure Luke isn’t going at it with his boyfriend. Sounds safe, so I scan my student ID on the panel under the handle to unlock the door. As soon as I turn the knob, a thud comes from the other side. It’s not the sort of noise I expect to hear from guys when they’re fucking, unless they fell off the bed, so I bolt in, immediately regretting it as I see two nude bodies. One goes over the other side of Luke’s bed, toward the back window. At the same time, the lamp on his nightstand topples to the floor, and a few books crash down onto his desk.

Part of me wonders how the hell they managed to affect the books yards away from them.

This isn’t the first time weird shit happens around Brad and Luke while they’re fucking. The other week, when I nearly walked in on them mid-act, Luke seemed stuck to the wall before tumbling onto the mattress, landing on top of Brad. I have to play this shit off like I don’t catch on, but it’s not like they’re working hard to hide anything from me. Maybe because they think no one’s onto them.

If only they knew…

As Luke covers himself with his sheets, Brad rises from behind the other side of the bed, smirking awkwardly. I assume he’s on his knees since I can only see to his waist.

“You guys are really making me feel like I don’t get laid enough,” I say as the weight of the door pulls it shut behind me.

To say I don’t get laid enough is a fucking understatement. Even when I claim to be off having sex, that’s a lie to keep them from knowing the truth.

“Sorry,” Luke says. “I thought you told me you were heading to the gym after class, and I figured I could invite Brad over and—”

“I forgot my gym clothes. Please, I’ll be out of your hair in a sec, and you guys can get back to fucking each other’s brains out.” I’m doing my best to act nonchalant about the whole catching-them-fucking-and-using-whatever-powers-they’ve-tapped-into.

As I fish through my drawer for my clothes, there’s awkward silence. As far as powers, I wish I had some right now to magically make my clothes appear in my gym bag, but it takes me a few moments while we’re stuck in this fucked-up space where we act like nothing strange just happened. Although Luke is ten times better than my dormmate last year—a fuck machine without any consideration of when I was coming or going—so I can’t complain.

About that, at least.

“You gonna stay on the floor?” Luke asks Brad. He lifts the covers, and Brad chuckles, sliding into bed with him.

“Sweet of you to hold the covers up for me,” Brad says before pressing a gentle kiss on Luke’s lips.

Something about these two—not just how they can’t keep their hands off each other, but how they can communicate so much even in a look—makes me a little jealous. I’ve never looked at anyone like they look at each other, nor had anyone look at me like that. Must be nice… But just as soon as I find myself hypnotized by their affection, I shake it off. I don’t really know either of them. How can I, when they have so many secrets?

My thoughts flash back to a night in November when I saw Luke and Cody running through the woods. I was planning to stalk them, figure out what they were up to, but when I discovered them panicked in a ditch, I knew I had to reveal myself. Next thing I knew, searing pain ripped through me as a rod pierced my torso, and then someone yanked on the rod, pulling me back. Writhing in agony, I turned and spotted something in the moonlight. It looked like the Grim Reaper portrayed in movies, a figure in a black cloak. For all I knew, it’d stabbed me with its scythe.

At the time, I thought maybe it was just the pain tearing through me causing me to hallucinate, and then I was flying—no, falling—into the ditch.

“You good, man?” Luke asks, and I realize I’m frozen in place.

Act cool. Act normal. Thoughts I have often in his presence.

“I was just deciding if I should grab my costume now or swing by later. You guys planning on heading over to the Alpha Alpha Mu party?”

Nice save.

I try to make conversation when I can. Seem chill and friendly around the guys to make sure they trust me and never suspect I know more than I should.

“We’ll be finished by then,” Luke replies.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” I mutter, surprised I said the words out loud.

“I’m kidding,” he insists.

Brad smiles. “Yeah, we’re technically finished up.”

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The Frathole (Peach State Fratbros #2) Read Online Devon McCormack http://www.wownovels.com/the-frathole-peach-state-fratbros-2-read-online-devon-mccormack Wed, 29 Oct 2025 22:14:31 +0000 http://www.wownovels.com/the-frathole-peach-state-fratbros-2-read-online-devon-mccormack Genre: M-M Romance Authors: Devon McCormack Series: Peach State Fratbros Series by Devon McCormack
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Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 95019 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 475(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)

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MARTY

Rule follower, goody-goody, Mr. Kills-Any-Fun-He-Can-Hunt-Down—call me whatever you want, but I won’t apologize for keeping our frat house safe.

Something that’s even more challenging this semester when we wind up housing members of our rival frat.

To keep this from becoming a complete catastrophe, I volunteer to room with Sigma Alpha’s Ryan Lorde.

Linebacker, player, and all-around troublemaker.

Ryan’s a cocky bastard who doesn’t think the rules apply to him, so it’s not long before his wild antics lead to him being placed on probation.

But just when I think we’re about to be free of the nuisance, he presents an appealing proposition—a peace offering to help me flirt with the girl I’m crushing on.

I’ve never had much talent in this department, and Ryan has the skills to get any girl he sets his sights on.

Maybe it’s a horrible idea, but it’s too tempting to resist.

What starts as flirting lessons leads to Ryan and I locking lips.

Now suddenly I realize exactly why he’s so popular with girls.

Even worse, I can’t get enough.

And before I know it, I’m in too deep with Sigma Alpha’s biggest frathole.

*This is the second book in the Peach State Fratbros series. It can be read and enjoyed as a standalone.

CW: Discussions about a side character’s backstory, involving a serious injury from an ATV accident

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Ryan

Tonight’s my lucky night.

I’ve barely unlocked the door before the Phi Lambda brunette charges me, her lips locking with mine, her sweet lavender smell filling my nostrils. I push her back against the wall, unfastening her skirt and sliding my hand beneath her panties. As I find her clit, she gasps, and her blonde Phi Lambda sister turns my head toward her, taking her own kiss as I continue to work her friend. She has more of a vanilla scent—I figure her conditioner or maybe a hair product.

I’ve seen these girls around at events, but tonight, at the Alpha Theta Mu party, was the first time we’ve chatted each other up. I could hardly believe it when they both expressed interest—and even better, impatience—about getting up to my room.

The music was loud, but I think the brunette said her name was Dani. She leans against the wall, arching her back as she moans. The blonde—pretty sure I heard her say Em (yeah, we’ll go with that)—breaks our kiss and says, “Seems like you know what you’re doing.”

“Just wait till you get a feel for yourself,” Dani assures her.

Pride swells in my chest. “You’re making me cocky as hell.”

“I can tell it’s not your first time with two girls,” Dani says.

“Two is easy. Things get complicated at four, but I’m ambitious.”

“I’m starting to get a little jealous,” Em says, moving closer.

“We can’t have that,” I say, still thumbing Dani. “There’s one rule of messing around like this, and that’s that no one gets left out.”

With my free hand, I pop the button on Em’s jeans and slide the zipper down, then reach into her panties. Moving slowly, I trace the outline of her as she backs up to the wall, now side by side with her sorority sister. As Dani moans, I start toying with Em.

Her body trembles, and she whispers, “The hell, Dani, you weren’t kidding. Guess I should’ve expected as much from a linebacker for Peach State.”

“We’re only getting started,” I tell her, offering a kiss. I speed up my movements until she’s moaning into my mouth. “Mmmm…” I breathe, feeling how worked up Dani is.

“Your friend’s getting real wet for me,” I mumble into Em’s mouth before turning my attention to Dani. While we kiss, Em joins in, and I can taste them both. I’ve just discovered how perfectly lavender and vanilla complement each other.

“Okay, you need to stop, or you’re gonna make me come too soon,” Dani warns.

“We wouldn’t want that.” I’m not thrilled at the idea of putting on the brakes, so I give Em a little more attention as Dani blinks a few times, as though she’s coming to her senses from a haze of pleasure.

Damn right that’s how good I am.

“You deserve a reward for that,” Dani says, working my fly. In no time, she has my jeans at my ankles, my cock in her grip as she settles on her knees. But then she shifts into slow motion.

Dani runs her tongue along the underside of my shaft, up to the head. She’s torturing me, but I’m not teasing Em anymore. I’m playing her the way I’ve learned she enjoys in this brief exploratory phase. I can tell she likes a firmer touch than Dani—only slightly, but damn, it’s got her calling out my name again.

“You’re being real good to my bestie,” Dani says. “So I guess I have to be nice to you too.” She slides her lips over my cock, gliding down.

“Oh, fucking hell,” I mutter as she demonstrates how she can work that mouth. As she pleasures me, I lean close to Em for a kiss. She’s still practically humming from how worked up I’m getting her.

“I’m gonna move my hand,” I whisper into her mouth. “But only because we have to get out of these clothes for the real fun.”

“Fuck,” she says like it pains her, which only makes me that much harder in Dani’s eager mouth.

I give Em one last sweep of my thumb before pulling back and sliding her panties and jeans down her thighs. After I get them off, she tosses her shirt, and I unfasten her bra from the back, noticing a tattoo of a rose at the base of her neck.

“You’re good at that,” she tells me.

Dani pulls off my dick. “Practice makes perfect?” she jokes as she pushes to her feet.

“That should be my line,” I insist.

“You have two beautiful girls willing to make your night,” Dani says. “I think you should let us have whatever the fuck we want, including your lines.”

I nod. “Fair point.”

The girls exchange a look. They seem even more excited than when we got to the room—like they’ve realized how lucky they are to be with a man who knows what he’s doing in the bedroom.

Dani helps me with my shirt while I step out of my jeans. Em and I help Dani strip down, and we’ve only barely gotten her out of her clothes before the girls gang up and toss me onto my roomie Marty’s bed.

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Frat Around and Find Out (Peach State Fratbros #1) Read Online Devon McCormack http://www.wownovels.com/frat-around-and-find-out-peach-state-fratbros-1-read-online-devon-mccormack Wed, 09 Jul 2025 19:14:22 +0000 http://www.wownovels.com/frat-around-and-find-out-peach-state-fratbros-1-read-online-devon-mccormack Genre: College, Contemporary, M-M Romance Authors: Devon McCormack Series: Peach State Fratbros Series by Devon McCormack
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Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 87439 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 437(@200wpm)___ 350(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)

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LANCE

Ty Mother-effing-Lancaster.
The cocky, charismatic president of Sigma Alpha.
And most importantly, my frat rival.
I'm a fun, chill guy, but around Ty, all I can think about is winning.
Last year, his frat beat ours in the annual TaskFrat challenges, and even though I'm known for becoming Alpha Theta Mu's prez as a joke, I take my responsibility to my guys seriously.
I refuse to let those fratholes take us down again.
Unfortunately, the only thing bigger than Ty's inflated ego is his competitive spirit.
That should be a good enough reason for me to stay focused on defeating him, but soon, I discover there's a spark between us.
Not something a straight guy should be saying about his straight rival.
It's weird, confusing...and surprisingly hot.
I'm curious, and apparently, he is too.
Living the Greek life with my buddies, we're always joking about what happens when you frat around.
Now Ty and I are about to find out.

CW: Frat Around and Find Out is a low-angst, steamy romance, but the characters' backstories include grief over losing loved ones to cancer and dementia.

This is the first book in the Peach State Fratbros Series. Frat Around and Find Out can be read and enjoyed as a standalone

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Lance

“Lance, you gotta get dressed! Hurry!”

“Dude, weren’t you supposed to be back here already?”

“We’re heading out soon. Come on. Chop, chop.”

As I rush through the Alpha Theta Mu house, I keep having to tell the guys, “I’m moving as fast as I can,” while my fellow frats give me hell about how behind I am.

The past few years, I’ve never had an issue holding down a job, attending classes, standing as the fraternity’s president, and making it to the all-important TaskFrat challenges to remind all the rival frats who’s the baddest frat at Peach State. Unfortunately, for whatever reason, Peachtree Springs decided to start construction on the highway today, which had me backed up for thirty minutes on my way here from having lunch with my parents, and I’ve been freaking out, since I don’t want to let my team down on the first challenge of the season.

I scramble into my room, hurrying to get into my TaskFrat Challenge outfit, as per the email we received earlier in the week, which lists the guidelines and dress code for the event.

As I slip on the G-string, noticing just how revealing it is, I’m relieved we’re still enjoying the warmth of what’s been a lovely Georgia September. I’m also feeling surprisingly confident about my body as I check myself out in my closet floor-length mirror. Although, this outfit seems unusually skimpy for a challenge. Not that we haven’t had to wear ridiculously revealing outfits in the past, but the most we’ve ever gotten down to is Speedos. Still, it shouldn’t surprise me, since Beta Pi is in charge of today’s task, and they’re known for their sexy-themed parties.

And hey, guess everyone’s gonna get a good view of how fortunate this bulge is.

A knock at the door draws my attention away from my crotch, and maybe because I’m so used to the humiliating outfits TaskFrat puts me into, I don’t even think twice when I call out, “Come in!”

Ash Fuller, my best bud and fratbro, enters, wearing his G-string and his Alpha Theta Mu sleeveless crop top that matches the one I’m heading to my drawer to fetch.

“Someone was cutting it close,” Ash says, plopping down on the edge of my bed. “I was about to see if one of the sophomores would be willing to step up in your place.”

As I find my crop top, I say, “I’m shocked I’m willing to do this humiliating crap.”

“You know you love the attention. Who signs up for TaskFrat Challenge if they don’t?”

Fair point. The TaskFrat challenges are essentially a series of task-based games that Peach State frats made up to create a safe version of hazing for entertainment purposes, while posting pics and vids of the events on socials is like free advertisement for future pledges.

“And some of the noobs want their turn in the spotlight,” he adds.

“They’ll get their chance for the bigger games.” I toss off my shirt and swap out. “And what’s it gonna look like to the rushes if the president isn’t out there representing us?”

“Been president for three years, and you’re some kind of PR wiz all of a sudden.”

“You know it,” I joke, checking out my skimpy outfit in the mirror. My muscles are really bulging today. I flex my abs. “I make this look good.” I wait for Ash to confirm, but he’s quiet, stirring some insecurity. “I look good, right? You’re my bi bro. You’re supposed to boost my self-esteem.”

“Does my straight best friend need some confidence today?” Ash asks. “I have praised your body more than enough the past week. You’re looking like you put in some serious workouts now that we have our own fitness room.”

“You liking the gun show?” I flex my biceps, which I’ve given plenty of attention to as well.

Ash hops up from the bed and approaches. “Oh my! Such a big, strong, straight man. I’m so turned on right now. Is that what you needed?” He doesn’t even pretend to be enthusiastic—that’s Ash for ya.

“You be glad your boyfriend isn’t here to kick my ass for you drinking me in like that,” I tease.

“Oh yeah, he’d be real intimidated.”

Colin, his boyfriend—former Alpha Theta Mu alum, now at Emory Law—is swole with muscle, used to be a tight end for Peach State, so I definitely couldn’t compete with that. And really, our relationship isn’t like that at all. Still, gotta give my fratbro hell.

“Whatever,” I say. “If I were queer, you know you would have hit this.”

“Keep telling yourself that, man.”

“What is this talk about?” I hear from behind us as two of our Alpha Theta Mu friends, Marty and Payton, head in, Payton in his outfit, Marty wearing athletic shorts.

“Are you out of your mind?” Marty asks. “I come by and you’re talking about messing around behind your boyfriend’s back?”

“What?” Ash says. “I would never…”

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The Step Dare (Peach State Stepbros #3) Read Online Riley Hart, Devon McCormack http://www.wownovels.com/the-step-dare-peach-state-stepbros-3-read-online-riley-hart-devon-mccormack Wed, 19 Mar 2025 15:56:59 +0000 http://www.wownovels.com/the-step-dare-peach-state-stepbros-3-read-online-riley-hart-devon-mccormack Genre: Contemporary, M-M Romance Authors: Devon McCormack, Riley Hart Series: Devon McCormack
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Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 79283 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)

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TAYLOR

I'm the quiet one.
At a party, I'll be sipping from my Solo cup, hanging by my much chattier best friend Brenner.
Easygoing, all smiles, and hot as hell, Brenner always has his pick of guy or girl by the end of the night.
I do fine, but I don't trust easily, so he's one of the few people who really knows me.
We do everything together—studying, playing video games, and occasionally, ridiculous dares.
Like this latest dare.
I've always considered myself straight, but recently, I've been curious.
And what better way to explore this uncharted territory than with my bi bestie, who, given his long list of satisfied hookups, I know will do the job right.
I expected it to be good.
I wasn't prepared for how it would leave me hungry for so much more, needing Bren to show me what I've been missing out on.
What is it they say? It's always the quiet ones...

BRENNER

What's that saying...never met a stranger?
That's me. I'll talk to anyone, anytime.
It's how Taylor and I became friends, and I'm thankful for that every day.
He's my chill, zero-effs-given, video-game-loving bestie.
Whom I'm now hooking up with.
It's just fun, but then our parents drop the bomb on us that they've been secretly dating.
Oh, and they're in love and getting married in just a few months' time.
As hot as the idea of him being my stepbro is, we agree we should stop our little...extracurriculars...because what if it comes between our parents?
But keeping our hands to ourselves proves easier said than done.
I've become addicted to Taylor, and he to me.
What our parents don't know won't hurt them, right? And it's not like this means anything.
Only...the more we mess around, the more I realize it does.
What started out as just a good time has become so much more, but with everything that's at stake, do we stop now, or do we dare take a chance on what's happening between us?

Content Warning: The Step Dare is a steamy, low-angst romance, but it contains content that some readers may find triggering, including discussions about grieving the loss of a parent and the loss of an infant.

*The Step Dare can be read and enjoyed as a standalone

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PROLOGUE

Brenner

Late spring

fUcKboi4lifE: Show me your dick.

The message came through a little while ago. It’s from this guy I’ve been talking to on a hookup app. We haven’t met up yet because every time we try, something goes wrong. All we want is to have sex, yet the universe keeps cock-blocking us.

Me: Can’t. I’m at work for another hour. Meet afterward?

fUcKboi4lifE: Will be busy. Maybe next time.

Well, shit. That sucks. Not that I care too much about meeting up with him specifically, but I would, in fact, like to get laid. It happens to be one of my favorite pastimes—that along with video games and drinking too much coffee when I already have more energy than should belong in one body. I’m basically a storm of chaos, but most of the time I feel like I do a good enough job hiding it.

I shove my phone into my pocket just as a customer comes to the counter. “Hello. What can I get you today?” I ask the woman. She’s gorgeous, with thick, black curls and pretty brown skin. She’s probably about my age—early twenties—and considering the Feral Fox Café is close to Peach State University, I wonder if she’s a student too. I haven’t seen her around campus.

“A twenty-ounce iced caramel latte with an extra shot.” She gives me a smile that shoots right to my balls. I’m not real religious, but sometimes the Lord taketh away my first hookup opportunity, only to giveth something else. Or wait. Maybe it’s the other way around and he gives and takes away. Whatever. It doesn’t matter anyway.

“My favorite,” I tell her, and I’m not even making that up. It’s what I always order. “I wonder what else we have in common,” I flirt while ringing her up.

“You’re good,” she confirms.

“I’ve been practicing a while.”

“The thing is…I only like girls. I give you an A for effort, though.”

I laugh because, of course, that’s just my luck today—a beautiful woman and she happens to be a lesbian. “One of those days.”

“Eh, you’re cute. I’m sure you’ll meet someone else.” Her eyes shoot to my name tag. “Brenner. I’m Mila, by the way.”

“Nice to meet you.” And really, it is. It’s not all about sex with me, and I’m the type of person who’s never met a stranger. Scratch that. I like to talk to any and everyone, but I let in very few people, if at all, so I’m not sure the analogy works.

I finish making her coffee and hand it over.

“Maybe I’ll see you again sometime, Brenner. I’m transferring to Peach State next year.”

There’s only a couple of weeks left in this school year, so I say, “I won’t be working during the summer, but I’m down if you wanna share your snap.” I always head back home to stay with Dad over the summer.

We exchange info, and then Mila heads out. I’m sure she wants to get to know a friend or two on campus, which I totally understand.

Since we’re slow, I make myself a caramel latte too. Frank, the owner, doesn’t mind if we have free drinks while on shift. I suck it down quickly and start wiping off machines, counters, checking inventory—anything to keep myself busy until it’s time to clock out.

Just when my shift is about to end, the door opens, and I look up, expecting to see another customer, but it’s my best friend, Taylor. We went to the same high school, and then we both ended up choosing Peach State. We spent our teenage years bonding over video games and…well, honestly, Tay and I don’t have a whole lot in common. He’s straight, I’m bi. He’s quieter than me—most of the time, I can’t shut up. But we work.

“Hey, Tay. What’s up?” I take off my apron and hang it up.

“You out of here?” Jess, one of the other employees, asks.

“Yep. See you later.” I tell her goodbye, then clock out on my phone and meet Taylor on the other side of the counter.

Taylor’s in one of his signature tank tops, showing off his lean but naturally defined arms. He runs his fingers through his dirty-blond bangs, a vacant look in his eyes as he reads something on his phone. I’m not even sure he’s noticed me or realizes I spoke to him until he says, “I’m bored. I messaged Atlas to see what he’s up to, but he’s busy with Troy.” Atlas is our other good friend. He started dating his stepbrother a while back and spends most of his spare time with him now. “Then I thought I would see what Ash and Colin are up to, but they’re doing one of their semi-public sex things. Their bedroom door was open, and they weren’t exactly quiet.”

Colin and Ash are yet another set of stepbrothers who have recently started dating. Clearly, there’s something in the water. The only reason I feel safe from accidentally catching a relationship is the fact that I have zero stepsiblings. Dad hasn’t even dated since my mom passed away ten years ago. Losing her was hard on both of us, and I don’t think either of us knows how to put our heart out there.

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Lust (Saints & Sinners #1) Read Online Devon McCormack http://www.wownovels.com/lust-saints-sinners-1-read-online-devon-mccormack Mon, 10 Mar 2025 19:25:47 +0000 http://www.wownovels.com/lust-saints-sinners-1-read-online-devon-mccormack Genre: Fantasy/Sci-fi, M-M Romance, Magic, Paranormal Authors: Devon McCormack Series: Saints & Sinners Series by Devon McCormack
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Total pages in book: 93
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"Surrender to the Lust."

LUKE

I've never been attracted to guys.
I definitely would never be attracted to a privileged, cocky bastard like Brad Henning.
Even though I've only been at St. Lawrence University for a few weeks, this prick and his friends are on a mission to mess with me—a scholarship kid who I guess they don't think belongs at a prestigious school intended for the nation's elite.
I've always been a loner, so I've dealt with my share of bullies. But unlike the bullying I encountered when I was younger, Brad and his friends have some unusual tricks up their sleeves.
They're using...
I don't even want to name it, but it's the only explanation for what's happening.
Magic.
These guys have powers, and Brad is using his to make me want him.
No—not just want him. Lust after him like I've never lusted after anyone in my life.
The way I crave him sears to my core, causes physical pain until I have the only thing that brings relief—his touch.
But when I discover that whatever he's done to me hurts him too, I realize there's more to all this than Brad and his friends trying to mess up my life.
More to it than these feral urges that are, at times, more than I think I can bear.
I have to get to the bottom of this, but until I do, there's only one way to end my agony.
I must surrender to the lust.

Content Warning: Lust is a steamy paranormal romance, but it contains content that some readers may find triggering, including a character grieving the loss of his parents and mentions of a character's loved one who struggles with a chronic illness. The book also contains depictions of and discussions about bullying

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LUKE

I hurry down the field, running toward our team’s goal.

Being a noob who’s only playing a pickup game to get out of my dorm room, I wasn’t expecting any action, but after a quick exchange between two of the guys, the soccer ball rolls straight to me. I know I must step up to the challenge, or my team is gonna give me hell. So I go for it, speeding up, figuring whether or not I can attempt a somewhat respectable pass to my roomie, Alexei. Even if I fuck it up, it will be less humiliating than not trying at all.

Unfortunately, Alexei’s got a decent player from the opposing team covering his ass. Even within this game, I’ve seen enough of his skills to know he’s gonna steal the ball the moment I pass it, so I push on.

In my periphery, I notice Brad Henning coming at me. Another impressive player from what I’ve observed during this game. I’m surprised he doesn’t play for the school team.

I’ve only been here a couple of weeks, so I don’t know too much about the students at St. Lawrence, but I’ve seen Brad around campus. Once I saw him park his motorcycle behind General Classroom, taking off his helmet and running his fingers through his brown hair, almost carelessly, but somehow managing to style it perfectly. He’s friends with Alexei, and apparently some kind of sex god, but at the moment, he’s a pickup-game rival tailing my ass.

Fortunately, nothing’s as incentivizing as being stalked by a six-foot-something guy, so I kick and sprint. Might not know soccer, but track was my thing, so I manage to clear him, but before I can appreciate my victory, there’s a tug on my shirt, and I’m jerked back before there’s a shove against my shoulder. It’s a powerful force, the weight of Brad’s body colliding with mine, knocking me aside.

“It’ll be fun,” Alexei said.

“Everyone’s real chill. We’ll have a good time.”

“You’ll meet some new people. Come on. You can’t stay cooped up in here all semester.”

Maybe my roomie was right to push me out of my comfort zone, but when I hit the ground and roll onto my stomach, receiving a face full of dirt, I’m forced to reconsider whether this was such a great idea after all.

As I recover from the tumble, the other team is already racing to the goal with the ball. I spot a few uneasy looks from my teammates. They all know what Brad did, but none of them know what to do about it.

Alexei approaches. He’s barely said, “Hey, you okay, man?” before I’m up on my feet, heading down the field.

After Brad scores, he spins around, raising his hands over his head. His team doesn’t make a big deal about it, the way they did their other goals. Everyone knows it wasn’t a fairly earned point.

As I reach their side of the field, Brad turns back to me. He must know what’s coming after the stunt he pulled, but he cocks a grin. “Oh, Pretty Boy, nice try.”

Pretty boy? The fuck?

His smile expands like he can’t tell I’m fucking fuming.

“What the hell was that?” I shout. His teammates step aside, surely because they know I have every right to pummel his ass.

“Come on. It’s all in good fun.” He winks. “It didn’t kill you.”

“You’d think someone as good at soccer as you would know that was a foul.” By the time I finish saying that, I’m in his face. Like a fucking moron. Not because he doesn’t deserve this, but as I mentioned, he’s a giant, and I’m barely five-ten. If this escalates into a fight, I’ll get my ass handed to me.

But right now, I’m fucking fine with that. I’m not that confrontational, nor violent, but I’ve been in a few fights when I was younger and had to defend myself.

His gaze narrows. “I am good at soccer.”

“Is that why you had to take a cheap shot?”

“Maybe I just enjoyed doing that.”

I’m surprised by how tempted I am to take a swing. Although, I do want to hear what the hell that was all about before he grinds me into the earth.

“Besides,” he adds. “This isn’t an actual game. It’s for a laugh. And I got a good laugh out of that.”

My nostrils flare, but before I can charge, Alexei slips between us. “Hey, hey.” His hand on my chest holds me off as he turns to my new enemy. “He’s right and you know it, Brad. So how about you apologize?”

“Apologize?” Brad’s forehead creases up. “I think Pretty Boy likes it rough.”

He looks me right in the eyes as he says that, still with that smug grin on his conceited face.

Why does he keep calling me Pretty Boy?

That’s not exactly an insult, but the way he says it, damned if I can think of anything else he could’ve said that could piss me off more. Even though he’s gay, I know it’s not intended as a compliment. Just to get on my nerves.

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Estimated words: 94220 (not accurate)
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ZANE

Is it wrong that I watch him?
Leif Anderson seems like a friendly, kind, normal, boy-next-door type.
Unlike me.
His stalker, a creep who moved into the place next to his parents' house to keep an eye on him.
I'm not the bad guy, though.
I'm the one who will protect him.
The cops don't believe he's in danger.
Maybe they're right, and this is all in my messed-up head.
I've been wrong before.
And no matter how I justify this to myself, my motives aren't entirely pure.
It's impossible to watch a guy this hot walking around in those adorable beanies without getting a little turned on.
When he discovers my secret surveillance, I'm sure it's over.
No way he believes my reasons for watching him, but he doesn't report me for my crime.
He's curious about me in a way I don't expect from a straight guy.
Or as I quickly learn, maybe not so straight.
Before I know it, we're on a journey, exploring this wild, exciting part of Leif while I try to keep him safe from harm.
But the closer we get to one another, the more I what if it was all in my head?
What if no one's coming for him?
What if the real threat to Leif is me, the guy next door?

*The Guy Next Door is a steamy romantic suspense but contains content that may trigger some readers. During the book's preorder period, a complete content warning will be available on the author's website. When the book is available for order, the warning will appear at the start of the book and can be viewed using the Look Inside feature.

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LEIF

I recognize the guy taking his time at the bread aisle.

Like, a weird amount of time.

His complexion is something between ghostly and sickly pale, like he doesn’t spend too much time outside.

Probably around my age—late teens, early twenties.

Short, dirty-blond hair, nearly brown, and spiked in the front.

Guy can’t be over five-five or so, and even that might be a generous guesstimate.

I’m sure that’s the same black hoodie I’ve already seen on him a few times.

What’s his name again? Mom mentioned talking to the Rodgers about him, but for whatever reason, it’s not coming to me.

Feel like it starts with a Z… Zack? No, something less familiar.

Zander?

That’s not it either.

As he scans his bread options, I can’t imagine he has to make a serious decision about white, wheat, or grain. Maybe he needs gluten-free alternatives. Or maybe he has a preferred brand they’re out of, so now he must find an acceptable substitute.

With how he’s fidgeting, rubbing his thumbs across his fingers, I can imagine him being the kind of guy to give too much thought to the type of bread he needs to buy.

Maybe he’s not thinking about bread at all; my mind can drift off from time to time while I’m grocery-shopping.

Because of my previous interactions with him, part of me thinks it’s a little creepy.

That’s a shitty thing to think about someone.

Just because he’s different doesn’t make him creepy.

My parents live in a friendly neighborhood. Most everyone on our street has lived there for over a decade, so we all know each other. We’re the kinds of neighbors who wave and stop on the sidewalk to catch up with each other. This guy has only been renting the Morgans’ place next door for two weeks, so it’s possible he hasn’t had a chance to acclimate to the neighborhood yet. Although, I’ve made every effort to smile and wave if he’s in his yard when I’m driving by. I’ll even try to say hey when I pass him while I’m out for a jog or a walk.

And I get nothing, except maybe a glare.

It’s possible he’s an introvert—the quiet type who spends time staring at bread for a few minutes as his mind wanders. Can’t fault him for that.

He starts to turn, so I look back at the beef, picking up another packet to check the expiration date. I debate if I should try to approach him, maybe start a lighthearted conversation that will make him more receptive to my occasional waving to him in the neighborhood, but I’m not in the mood to get another glare, so I continue with my shopping.

After I finish, I return home. As I’m parking near the garage doors of my parents’ place, my phone starts buzzing. I put the car in Park and check it. Mom.

“There you are,” I answer.

Her voice comes through the Corolla’s speakers: “Are you in the car?”

“Yeah, and you are too now. I wanted to make sure I didn’t miss you again. Gimme a second.”

I get out, and we go through a familiar dance until the car releases her back to my phone.

“How was today?” I practically sing out, pressing against what I know will be a sore subject.

She groans. “Can we start with your day?”

“I was on a jog when you called earlier. Then I swung by the store to pick up some beef for stroganoff tonight. And now I have some meals planned for the week.”

“Please, Leif, don’t tell me about the delicious meals I’m missing. I don’t need any more reasons to miss being home right now.”

I chuckle, though I can hear the sincere exhaustion and pain behind her words.

“Speaking of…how is my dear grandma doing?” I notice one of my reusable bags slipped to the back of the trunk, so I have to really get in there for it.

“Oh, the usual,” Mom replies.

A.k.a. insults, demands, and just plain cruelty.

A little over a month ago, Grandma was diagnosed with stage four breast cancer. In most families, this is when everyone would eagerly join together to aid their fallen loved one. We don’t have that kind of relationship with Linda, who I’m confident is a sociopath. And even with Mom’s boundaries, being the compassionate woman she is, she wasn’t about to let Linda go through this alone—not to mention helping her sister deal with their mother—even if it meant enduring Linda at her worst.

“You’d think she’d be appreciative that her daughter and son-in-law flew out to Indiana to help out,” I say, unable to disguise my irritation.

As I lean into the trunk to grab the bag in the back, my elbow hits one of the overstuffed bags near the edge, and a can tumbles out, thumping as it hits the driveaway. “Great. Dropped the tomato sauce.”

I’m determined to finish what I started, so I grab the bag, pull it out, and collect the others.

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The Step Don’t (Peach State Stepbros #2) Read Online Riley Hart, Devon McCormack http://www.wownovels.com/the-step-dont-peach-state-stepbros-2-read-online-riley-hart-devon-mccormack Sat, 05 Oct 2024 02:29:48 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/the-step-dont-peach-state-stepbros-2-read-online-riley-hart-devon-mccormack Genre: Contemporary, M-M Romance Authors: Devon McCormack, Riley Hart Series: Devon McCormack
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Total pages in book: 80
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ASH

All stepbrothers need Step Don'ts.
Colin and I have ours.
Like, don't pit our parents against either of us. Don't hog the TV. And definitely...
Don't.
Keep.
Secrets.
These rules have done more than help us keep the peace between us.
After all these years since our parents got together, I can't imagine my life without Colin.
To most people, he's the hot, straight tight end for Peach State.
But to me, he's my backward-cap-wearing, football-loving, piggyback-ride-giving best friend and fellow Alpha Theta Mu frat bro.
Life's pretty incredible living together at the same frat house, but suddenly, I find myself keeping a particularly naughty secret.
I tell myself Colin wouldn't want to know what his bi bro does in private, but then why do I feel like I'm committing a huge Step Don't?

COLIN

There's nothing I'm more of an expert in than my stepbro, Ash.
He's a quick-witted, nerd-boy genius who's always there to help a friend cram for a test or capture bugs for me when they invade my space.
He's my favorite person.
Making him happy gives me a rush...but for the first time, he's keeping a secret from me.
When Ash cops to his Step Don't—his new extracurricular of doing dirty things on camera—I'm confused.
He is too, so we work together to figure out why this excites him so much.
In places we're likely to get caught.
After all, what's a little exhibitionism between stepbros?
I didn't even realize I could be into guys—or be so intoxicated by these new experiences—but exploring my bisexuality with Ash is the best thing that's ever happened to me.
And with each touch, each time we up the stakes, I discover I want more than just Ash's body.
I want his heart too, even though that surely must be the biggest Step Don't of all.

This is the second book in the Peach State Stepbros Series. It can be enjoyed as a standalone.

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Ash

Last night was wild.

Like…Top Ten Nights of My Life wild.

After claiming victory at the TaskFrat Challenge, the Peach State frats met back at the Alpha Theta Mu house.

And we partied. Hard.

Which explains the headache.

How fucking tired I feel.

And why I’m struggling to open my eyes.

I finally manage to force them open, and I notice a bulge in the sheets beside me.

Someone’s sleeping in my bed.

Last night steadily comes back to me. There was the friendly girl I met when the party started—the one with the smile and hot ass. Then later, there was the blond guy with the chiseled jaw and the impressive biceps. Friends with someone in Delta Phi, the guy was practically on my tail all night—and at one point, he grabbed my tail, but after that, I can only remember up until flip cup.

Maybe after, the blond hottie and I came up to my room. I’m naked, so it’s possible we messed around, but with how drunk I got, I’m tempted to think we just passed the fuck out.

A pillow obstructs my view of that sexy jaw, but my dick’s already getting nice and hard at the thought that the guy might wake soon so we can finish what we started.

A smile tugs at my lips, but then I notice a shirt on top of the sheet.

Wait a second…

That’s not what he was wearing last night.

And this guy seems taller.

“You’re up, aren’t you?” a familiar voice says.

My heart sinks.

This isn’t my blond hottie from last night!

I groan as Colin removes the pillow that’s blocking his face.

My brother? Seriously?

“Hangover that bad?” he asks as all my excitement is sucked right out of me in a few cruel moments.

Colin’s light-brown locks lie flat from the backward cap he wore all night, his eyes squinty, the way they get in the morning.

“I can’t even convey how mad I am at you right now,” I say, glaring at him.

Colin’s eyes widen. “Me?”

“I thought you were a sexy man in my bed.”

“I am a sexy man in your bed.” He sports a cocky grin, but I’m so disappointed, it’s hard to even be amused by that.

“It doesn’t really work when the sexy man is your brother.” I sit up and snatch the pillow at his side, pulling it close.

I know he’s hot. Since our parents first got together, I’ve seen firsthand how guys and girls fawn over him. The way they glance at that sharp jawline and grab at his thick biceps and chest. But that’s not gonna do me any good.

“Wait a second,” Colin says as he sits up, eyeing me suspiciously. “Did you think I was that blond guy you spent half the night with?”

“His name was…” I say in as obnoxious a tone as I can manage, but—

Oh fuck, what was his name?

So much for my attempt at being a smart-ass.

“That guy was straight, though, right?” Colin asks.

I have to keep from rolling my eyes. I swear, sometimes Colin is so oblivious. “I’m pretty sure he wasn’t feeling all that straight when he had his hand on my ass.”

“Oh,” he says, rolling his head back for a laugh. “I didn’t pick up on that at all. But, I didn’t with you either, so…”

“Yeah, I think I might have broken you as far as figuring out who’s queer or not.”

“Maybe you did. But don’t be an Ash-hole this morning.” Colin scoots close and throws his arms around me, pulling me in for a hug. He doesn’t normally wind up in my bed with my naked ass, but considering how close we are, it’s not really much of a thing for either of us.

“My bro’s sad he didn’t get some strange last night?”

“I feel like you’re weaponizing the slang I taught you.”

I nudge my shoulder against Colin, and as he backs off, I run my fingers through his bangs, messing them up in the front. That only makes him grin even more.

Even when Colin’s trying to get under my skin, he’s still the big, lovable Labrador he’s always been. Playful. Loyal. And loves to catch a ball—namely, a football, but really, any ball will do.

“You are just living for this, aren’t you?” I ask.

“Don’t be like that. You slept with Peach State’s star tight end. You know how many people would kill to wake up to this?” He casually flexes his admittedly bulky bicep, the way he might for a girl he’s trying to impress. “And the first guy to manage it? That’s bragging rights for the rest of your college career.” He’s got this wicked grin on his face, trying to get all his digs in while he can. “Seriously, though. I’m sorry you woke up thinking you were gonna get some dick, and it turned out to be your straight brother.”

“Stepbrother,” I say, which I normally use only when he’s teasing me like this.

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JONAS

10K if I sleep with this guy's brother.
His twin brother, Ryan Hawthorne.
I've never messed around with a guy, but for that much money, I'll figure it out.
A descendant of American royalty, Ryan was born into money, status, and privilege. He spent his life in his family's cushy mansion while my family struggled to get by.
Shortly after we meet, I discover an important detail about why his twin hired me for this gig.
I'm the spitting image of someone from Ryan's past, someone he loved deeply.
I also discover that, despite my preconceptions, there's more to Ryan than some snotty rich guy with the world at his fingertips.
He intrigues me, and after the hottest night of my life, I realize something about myself.
Something he's brought out of me.
Now his brother has a new offer on the table.
But it means participating in a disturbing mind game with one screw with Ryan's head.
I have to do this, but what's happening between us isn't a game.
The spark of that first night becomes a raging wildfire, and I allow the lines between real and fake to blur, losing myself in a chaotic mix of blood, lust, secrets, and lies, all tying back to this man from Ryan's past.
The man I remind him of.
There's a connection between us, yes. But what hope is there for a future with Ryan when his brother's twisted rivalry keeps him trapped in the past?

Trigger Twisted Rivalry is a steamy romance, but one of the main characters has a painful past that may act as a trigger for some. Readers are invited to check out the complete trigger warning on the copyright page, which can be viewed by clicking on the "Read Sample" preview. These triggers contain spoilers for the novel.

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RYAN

Sweat clings to the inside of my arms as I trim the hedges, keeping at a decent speed. I’ve got plenty of work to get to today, so I started with the easiest task on my list. When I take a moment to catch my breath, I wipe the sweat from my brow and enjoy a cool breeze. I close my eyes, absorb it fully, and intentionally store it in my memory so I can summon it as my work becomes more challenging throughout the day.

I use this as a mini break, taking a swig of water from the tumbler affixed to my work belt. I’m about to continue trimming when I hear my brother’s voice coming from the side of the house. Even a good twenty yards away, I know his voice like my own. Even if he hadn’t been speaking, I would have felt him in my bones before seeing him.

Simon rounds the corner, a guest at his side.

I have the faintest of hopes: is this the extra help I’ve been pleading with him for? I know better. I’ve been asking for help since Kenneth moved on, and Simon hasn’t so much as posted an ad to hire someone who could make the workload more tolerable for me and the two other workhands. It’s more likely a new lawyer working on the trust, or some business acquaintance he’s trying to impress by offering them a tour of the estate. Maybe he wants to introduce them to me to show how I’m little more than the help now. It’s not something I mind Simon using me for, since anyone who would feel superior to me because of the life I’ve chosen, I wouldn’t respect them anyway.

I press the trigger on the trimmer and slice away at the lengthy branches around the hedge as Simon and his guest draw near. I glance their way once again before zeroing in on his guest.

I know that face.

No, not… It can’t be…

But how…what…

As they approach, it’s as if they’re moving in slow motion. That unmistakable face can’t be real, just a phantom haunting me.

I’ve short-circuited, struggling not to be sucked into the past, until they’re just a few yards away. It’s easier then to see it’s a different face, but the similarities are uncanny—the shape, the curvature of his jawline. Hell, even his eyebrows seem to be the right thickness. His hair’s the right shade of dark brown, but thinner, and the bangs are longer than the ones I remember.

If I didn’t know better, I’d swear it was him. I’m surprised I haven’t dropped the trimmer during my distracted inspection.

“Good morning, Ryan,” Simon says.

Conflicting feelings war within me. I haven’t taken my eyes off that face, but I can see Simon’s mischievous smirk in my periphery. There was a time when we were connected so deeply, I’d have been able to pull thoughts from his mind, know exactly what he’s thinking right now, but Simon severed that connection long ago, so now I’m left struggling to read what lies behind that cunning expression.

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The Step Bet (Peach State Stepbros #1) Read Online Riley Hart, Devon McCormack http://www.wownovels.com/the-step-bet-peach-state-stepbros-1-read-online-riley-hart-devon-mccormack Sun, 03 Mar 2024 19:18:08 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/the-step-bet-peach-state-stepbros-1-read-online-riley-hart-devon-mccormack Genre: Contemporary, M-M Romance, New Adult Authors: Devon McCormack, Riley Hart Series: Devon McCormack
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TROY

Sometimes I want to punch that smirk off Atlas McCallister’s pretty face.

He’s cocky. A troublemaker. A pain.

And, unfortunately, my stepbrother.

We’ve been fire and kerosene since our parents got together, and to keep from exploding into fistfights, we’ve used challenges, dares, and bets to battle out our differences.

Our past bets have been a little inappropriate—scandalous, even—but Atlas’s latest bet has gone too far.

Do I really believe if he loses, my straight stepbrother is gonna mess around with a guy? And not just any guy: me, his rival and nemesis.

Not a chance.

But if he’s so confident he’s gonna win…well, my big stepbro must not know me as well as he thinks…

ATLAS

I love getting under Troy’s skin.

Mr. Former Prom King. Mr. Heartthrob. Mr. Infuriatingly Perfect. Messing with him is too easy. Too fun. Maybe that’s why I’m a little obsessed with him.

Our latest bet is the perfect way for me to test the bisexual waters, and once I dive headfirst into the deep end, I don’t want to stop.

With Troy. My stepbro.

It was supposed to be just a little fun, yet with each touch, I like him more than I should. It wasn’t supposed to go this far. Now I want Troy to be all mine.

But what we’re doing has bigger consequences than our little step bet, and when the stakes are this high, is it worth gambling our hearts when we know this is a game we both could lose?

This is the first book in the Peach State Stepbros Series. It can be read as a standalone.

Trigger Warning: The Step Bet is a steamy romance, but one of the secondary characters struggles with addiction. This may act as a trigger for some readers.

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Troy

I want tonight to be fun.

The sort of wild, chaotic, fantastic fun that’s made Alpha Theta Mu’s parties legendary.

The sort of fun that makes all the organizing, planning, and decorating worth it.

The sort of fun that helps me forget.

In only briefs, I search through my dresser for shorts when there’s a knock at my door. “Just a sec,” I call as I hurry into a pair, then answer the door.

“Troy, Troy, Troy,” Colin says, hooking an arm around me while driving his opposite elbow into my stomach and pushing me toward the bed. I figure he’s going to surrender before we make it there, but he’s not satisfied until he’s got me on my back on the mattress.

He rises to his knees. “Fumble!” he calls out, bringing back memories of our time on our high school football team.

“Pretty sure I would have kept the ball.”

He searches around. “Then where’s it at?”

“Fucker,” I say, though he’s got me chuckling.

“Now, I’d be fine with you being up here without a shirt on if there was someone else in here with you, but this is just sad.”

“Not everyone’s as horny as you, man. And I had to finish up some homework on the first law of thermodynamics and wrap my head around internal energy and heat transfer.”

“Troy, no one’s gonna believe you were ever a jock if you talk like this,” he teases with a wink.

“Oh really? Even when I do this?” I flex my biceps, which makes him laugh. “Anyway, if I don’t get it done tonight, I’ll be working on it over the weekend to get it in on time on Monday.”

“Can’t everyone flash a smile and ask for an extension? Is that just me?”

“Pretty confident that only applies to athletes on the school teams,” I say, and his expression turns serious.

I was only trying to point out his privilege, not dredge up shit from the past, but I can tell he’s thinking about high school, when we both dreamed of playing for Peach State. Now he’s living the dream, and my life went another direction.

“Don’t be weird, Colin. I just meant that now that I’m a mere mortal, I’ve gotta get my work in on time.”

I’m worried he’s not going to drop it, so I’m glad when he does. “Well, get some fucking clothes on and get down there so you can get them back off again ASAP.”

I find my tee with the Greek letters of our frat across the front, and then Colin and I head downstairs to join in on the fun in the yard. We enjoy the dance remixes the DJ’s playing as Colin and I beat some guys from Alpha Phi Alpha at beer pong and chat with pledges over cornhole before befriending some girls from Phi Kappa. One named Debbie keeps ogling me and has made up one too many excuses to grab my biceps and pecs, enough that Colin and I exchange a glance. Some point soon, I’m gonna need to let her know I’m as gay as Colin is straight.

“Do you have a girlfriend?” she asks just as shouting nearby draws my attention.

Alpha Theta Mu parties are about fun. We don’t do drama. And we crack down on bad behavior. Hard. Toxic people can go find toxic spaces for that shit.

I recognize my housemate Marty’s voice even before I spot him by the fence along the yard. He’s getting in someone’s face, someone I can’t see yet, but there’s a nagging knot in my gut, some instinct warning me whom it might be, and then the nearby group shifts, revealing who’s earned his ire.

Fucking Atlas.

Of course it’s him.

“You have to go,” I distinctly hear Marty say.

“Chill out, man. What’s the big deal?” Atlas asks, which makes Marty’s face flush red.

I turn to my new Phi Kappa friend, who seems to have noticed my distraction.

“So, do you?” she says. “Have a girlfriend?”

“I’m gay,” I tell her, then politely excuse myself so I can deal with my stepbrother.

Marty doesn’t have experience with a guy like Atlas, not enough to keep his cool during a confrontation. This requires a seasoned pro, someone with years of practice dealing with my full-time stepbrother, part-time pain in the ass.

When I think of an atlas, I think of maps—coherent, useful, reliable. These aren’t my stepbrother’s attributes. He’s what you’d find if you opened the glove compartment and bits and pieces of a map exploded onto the passenger seat. And even if you went through the trouble to tape it all back together, you’d discover it wasn’t printed right—Phoenix in Alabama, London in Peru, Barcelona in Japan.

That’s Atlas McCallister.

Rogue. Reckless. Troublemaker. Having gone through high school with the guy, I can say they’re earned reputations but somewhat overblown. We weren’t so different. We both skipped class. We both didn’t take shit from anyone. And we both had our share of mistakes that got discussed around town.

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BRODY A night on the town after a long workweek at my family's distillery should include shots and dancing--not a hot kiss with a handsome stranger. I'm straight...at least, that's what I figured until I find myself locking lips with a sexy city boy. Now all my circuits are going haywire, and the spark that ignites between us makes me even more curious. Unfortunately, I kissed the one man who's off-limits: Cohen Mitchell--the sole surviving heir to the Mitchell Creek distillery, a rival neighbor my family has feuded with for nearly a hundred years. Until he arrived in town, no one knew there were any Mitchells left. But the business-savvy city slicker has taken an interest in his legacy. Nothing means more to me than my family, so whether I like it or not, I have to keep my hands off the sexy, green-eyed beauty who Big Daddy has not-so-affectionately dubbed that "No Good Mitchell." Problem is: my hands have other plans... COHEN I never expected to inherit a distillery from a father I had never known. That's how I find myself in a tiny Georgia town where everyone knows a family history I've been kept in the dark about. The townsfolk all have a different story about my ancestors, with two things in common: illegal activity and Mitchell vs O'Ralley forever. Maybe I shouldn't like Brody O'Ralley, but I didn't grow up with this stupid family feud. I enjoy touching him, kissing him and--oops--I'm falling for the man with sweet Southern charm and a big heart. Between the O'Ralley patriarch hating me, getting the Mitchell Creek distillery off the ground, and working through my own family issues, I know I should stay away from Brody. But I won't, and staying away is not what he wants either. I crave all the time with my country boy as I can get, even if it's breaking the rules. After all, I am a No Good Mitchell.
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CHAPTER ONE

Cohen

“Motherfucking Georgia. Small-ass, rural towns,” I grumbled, looking around and trying to figure out where in the hell we were. It was dark outside, pitch fucking black. I saw closed buildings, quiet roads, the shadows of trees, and not much else. No people, no signs pointing me in the right direction.

“Simmer down,” said my best friend, roommate, and current pain in my ass, Isaac, from the passenger seat. I was likely a pain in his as well because I was grumpy and ready to get where I was going.

“We don’t even have cell-phone service. How in the hell is there a town in the United States that doesn’t have a cell-phone signal?” We’d made it to Buckridge, that much I knew because we’d seen a Welcome to Buckridge! Population: 5! sign when we’d pulled into town—if you could call it a town, and obviously, it had more than five people in it, but that’s what it felt like.

I didn’t even want to get started on the name. There were a whole lot of jokes I could make about that, but I bit my tongue. I was tired.

Not to mention, clearly lost. I had no idea how to get to Mitchell Creek Distillery, which was on the Mitchell Creek property, which was suddenly mine. A parting gift from the dear ole dad I knew nothing about other than he’d had zilch to do with me my whole life. Small snippets of stories Mom had told me about him teased my subconscious—about her loving him, Dad loving me, and him doing the right thing—whatever that might have been—but I was only five when I lost her, the memories so old, I didn’t know if they were even true. I probably made them up because as a kid, I’d needed them to be true. But what it came down to was, he hadn’t been around, and he hadn’t come for me when she died.

Isaac pulled me from my thoughts, saying, “I’m sure the town has cell service, we just don’t, but we’ll get it, and then our GPS will work. If not, we just ask someone where Mitchell Creek is. It can’t be that hard to find—and hey, did you know there are two popular distilleries in this town? Or rather, they were both really popular, but then yours closed down two years before your dad died. Isn’t that kinda weird?”

No, no, I hadn’t known that, and at the moment, I didn’t much care. I knew I was being a dick, but I was on edge. It wasn’t every day you woke up in the premise of a rom-com—the whole small-town-legacy thing you didn’t know about. Not that there would be pretty gay boys for me to fall in love with, or that I’d be interested. That was how those stories always went, but yeah, I was fairly certain the gay population would consist of me and Isaac. Plus, I didn’t even know how long we would stay.

“Who do you suppose we ask for directions?” Teasingly, I slowed to a stop and rolled my window down. “Excuse me? Mr. Bear? Can you tell me where the distillery I have no idea what to do with is?”

“Oooh! Is it a sexy bear?” Isaac joked. He knew I didn’t mean the gay, human kind. “Wait. Are there real bears here?”

I turned to look at him. “I don’t know. Aren’t there bears in every rural town? Isn’t that like a thing?” Rural towns weren’t something I was familiar with, but it sounded like bears would be a thing. Great. Now I was going to worry about being eaten by a bear.

“I’d rather gay, human bears,” Isaac replied, and we both chuckled.

“Me and you both.” I eased my foot onto the gas pedal of my Lexus.

We’d taken this road trip from San Francisco to Georgia after being contacted by my biological dad’s—that felt weird to think—by Harris Mitchell’s lawyer and told I was now the owner of a closed-down distillery, a house, and land. It was all very cloak-and-dagger. I still didn’t know what the fuck was going on or why it wasn’t open. Losing money? Bad investments? I knew it had come as a shock to patrons when they’d closed. That much I read online. It had been very popular whiskey. All I knew was, suddenly it was mine, and it hadn’t been all that hard to find me if he’d ever wanted to.

What the fuck was I doing there? I shouldn’t have come. If my adoptive mom and Isaac hadn’t talked me into it, I probably wouldn’t have.

We drove down Main Street from beginning to end. Right as we were coming out on the other side of town, I heard the thump of music.

“Oooh! Civilization!” Isaac bounced playfully in his seat.

We kept going, and then off to the right was a…well, a fucking barn was what it looked like. They must have remodeled it and turned it into a bar or something.

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