August Jones

If you’re looking for a classic case of opposites attract—look no further. There’s Pretty. Flamboyant. Extra. Some even say ridiculous. I’m a tour dancer for the biggest pop star in the world with an exploding social media platform and a constant need for attention. I’ve got photographers banging down my door to take my picture, hot men blowing up my DMs to collaborate, and more thirsty fans to please every day. And then there’s Quiet. Reserved. Shy. Repressed. He’s the hot tattoo artist who pierced my septum. What he sees in me is an escape from his miserable relationship. But if he wants to ruin his life by paying me for certain “favors,” hey—I’ll take the money and the good time. Look, I’m a part-time sex worker about to leave for a year-long tour, and he’s on the rebound. It’s not like we're boyfriend material. Asher and I are only a temporary situation. Okay… maybe an addiction. The last thing I can afford is for some guy like Asher Haas to make me question my lifestyle, as in—would I rather be ogled by thousands, or truly seen by him? The Influencer is a full length standalone MM romance. The fourth and final installment of The Manhandled Series features strangers to lovers, open communication in the form of constant banter, heartfelt swoons, and as always, scorching heat. (18+)

What if this is the worst idea? I may be struggling as an artist in New York, but I’m a great doorman. Is it the easiest job in the city? Probably. And it gives my mind all the time it needs to wander. Sometimes to my current project or muse, but more often to the one who got away. I was the one he used to reach for in the middle of the night when the nightmares came. My adopted brother, once not much more than a stranger, became my closest friend during one of the most difficult times of his life. Now home from years overseas as a journalist, Fischer is back in his apartment on the Upper East Side where I man the door most evenings, adjusting to his life as a single dad. I’ve missed him, and at least that feeling is mutual. The other feelings I have for Fischer aren’t something we talk about or even acknowledge. No. He only rubs my back to help me sleep. We cuddle up to watch TV. We touch because he needs it, and I crave it. Then, with a single kiss eight years in the making, we unleash a love that could grind both our lives to dust.

Drew Riley: Night Doorman of The Eastmoor on Park I’m stuck in an uptown lobby while my dreams of making it as a model in New York hang by a single thread. Meanwhile, Olivier Arnaud lives his best life as a useless socialite, flaunting his wealth, his looks, and his privilege. His gaze taunts, and his nightly, condescending smirks burrow deep beneath my skin where I simmer with bitterness and hate. The day he asks me to deliver his mail directly to his 12th floor penthouse, he makes it personal, and the thread snaps—violently. With my hand around his neck, I feel alive for the first time in months. Though my frustration may have found the outlet it craves, my body’s response causes everything I thought I knew about myself to shift. Faced with vastly different but equally uncertain futures, our baser needs align, turning our increasingly heated encounters into a reckoning—both sexual and shockingly emotional. I know I have to stop. The last thing I can afford to lose in this heartless town is one more piece of myself to a man who already has everything.

Spring training is only a month away, and I’m supposed to be on vacation. The last place I want to be is snowed in with my arrogant teammate and the complete stranger he’s crushing on. Vince Rossi is everything I hate. Too good looking, too talented, and totally unwilling to give me a pass for making one mistake. He treats me like every other cocky jock did growing up. And the stranger, Elio Basso, is the former porn star who owns the cabin we’re stuck in who looks at Vince like he hung the damn moon. Watching Elio and Vince seduce each other makes me uncomfortable. Jealous. Confused. Agitated. The harsh feelings confuse the crap out of me, but nothing triggers me more than feeling left out. The only problem is—I’m not gay. At least—I don’t think I am, but the passionate way they kiss is just… It’s like everything I’ve always wanted but never let myself have. When Elio and Vince tell me there’s room for one more in bed, I catch fire. As the three of us give in to cabin fever, we burn too hot to remember that fevers, like winning streaks, are meant to break. The Director is a full length MMM standalone romance. The third installment in The Manhandled Series features hate to love, forced proximity, bi-awakening, and scorching heat. (18+)

Gideon York is one of the most famous queer men in the world, but since his very public sex scandal, he’s on the verge of being permanently cancelled. Up for three Grammys this year, he needs to get through his six-week European tour without further incident or bad press. That’s where I come in. Call me his security detail, bodyguard, babysitter, or handler—I’ve been hired to keep him within my line of sight and out of trouble until the award ceremony. Should be a cakewalk. But nothing about Gideon or his life is ordinary, and no interaction I have with him feels anything less than charged. He makes me question everything I thought I knew about fame, desire, and sexuality. The more I know him, the more he invades me. The more I let him in, the more I lose myself. Gideon York is no cakewalk. He’s a recipe for disaster. And it turns out—I’m here for it.

I am not a famous person, but I have been called a king maker. I own the most important talent agency in the world. Music is my life, and no one knows the industry better than I do. But I’m also a Townsend and the Townsends made their money off of the city of Los Angeles itself, which is why I’ve also inherited the ownership of a Major League Baseball team—The L.A. Flames. But the team isn’t what I’m known for. I’m best known for one thing, and one thing I manage Gideon York, the most famous pop star in the world. He’s also my ex who is recently married and happier than I’ve ever seen him, and I’m sinking. Drowning in loneliness and misery and alcohol. So when the Flames rookie closing pitcher Adam Haas recognizes me from rehab, I’m quick to shut him down, until I realize he’s one of the only people in the world who knows the real me. Beautiful and vibrant and fighting for his sobriety, Adam enraptures me from day one. But am I making the same mistake I made with Gideon all those years ago? Falling for someone too young for me? Too beautiful? Too promising? Too quickly, my heart wants too much, and my body demands even more. Once again I find myself head over heels for a man I can’t possibly have, and once again I have to hide my love, my heart, my weaknesses behind a wall not even a 108-mile per hour fast ball can penetrate.