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I'm not a real beaver. I just play one for the Bloomburg Aspens. You'd be surprised how many times I need to clarify that. It's not a traditional job, but between my yoga studio and playing the beaver, it pays the bills. The beaver mascot gig also comes with one rule: Don't reveal my identity to anyone. Which wasn't a big deal until I met this guy at the bar. A hot guy with a shy smile and a huge… wood. Lukas Pine. A hockey player for the Bloomburg Aspens. He was only supposed to be a one-night stand, but we keep finding each other.

Ich bin stolz darauf, ein Geek zu sein. Viele würden mich klug nennen, aber auch unbeholfen und sozial etwas ungeschickt–für immer dazu verdammt, im Schatten meines toten Bruders zu leben. Als Forschungsingenieur zu arbeiten ist allerdings toll und in Sachen Freundschaft hat sich in letzter Zeit auch einiges getan, als ich in meiner Heimatstadt Forestville zu Besuch war. Doch als die falschen Leute zu viel Interesse an meiner neuesten Erfindung zeigen, will mein Boss sichergehen, dass ich beschützt werde. Trotz meiner lautstarken Proteste lande ich wieder in Forestville ...

Straight guys don’t have crushes on other dudes, right? Except my roommate, Whit, is intriguing, and I find myself watching him constantly. He’s a mystery I can’t figure out and these feelings I’m having about him are confusing. Then, one night, I find myself wrapped around him, and after that, I can't get enough. But Whit has secrets. He doesn’t let people in, and the more I fall for him, the less I know. I can't let him go, though. Until I realize I’m going to be the one broken at the end of our story.

Colorado, été 1973. June, épouse dévouée, est initiée par Elsa, sa jeune voisine sulfureuse, à des jeux interdits. Suite à l'insistante proposition de sa maîtresse, elle quitte son mari et accepte de partir en cavale à ses côtés. Sur les routes, les deux amantes s'enivrent d'amour et de sexe. Au gré de leurs pérégrinations, elles rencontrent une communauté hippie aux manières licencieuses et Sacha, grand ténébreux qui devient leur compagnon de voyage. Mais ce que June ignore, c'est le plan d'Elsa.

Cela ne devait être qu'un défi. Un jeu en soirée. Un simple baiser. Et c'est tout ce qu'il a fallu pour faire basculer mon monde. Je me suis toujours considéré comme hétérosexuel, et pour autant que je sache, lui aussi. Je n'aurais jamais pensé qu'un seul baiser changerait la donne, mais j'avais tort. Maintenant, je n'arrête pas de penser à lui. De bien des façons dont je ne devrais pas. Mon meilleur ami. Aspen. Son goût est gravé dans ma mémoire, son toucher a marqué ma peau. Et j'en veux plus.

Everbound University is the mandatory graduate school for anything that goes bump in the night. Not going isn’t an option unless you want to be hunted down for illegally inhabiting the mortal world. All legacies—the descendants of the Four Houses—are required to attend because we’re all cursed, and the only way to break our curses is through binding our hearts in a quintet. Becoming part of a quintet is a dream come true. Destiny fulfilled. A gods-given, merciful blessing. For me, it’s a hard pass. I can’t be bound to anyone else. Trust me, it wouldn’t end well.

DARK ROMANCE L'un est en prison, condamné à l'injection létale tandis que l'autre s'accroche à la vie. » Lorsque certains s'aiment pour le meilleur, je suis davantage attiré par le pire. Joshua a tout juste quinze ans lorsque je pose un revolver sur sa tempe en lui laissant un choix : appuyer sur la détente ou m'aimer. J'ignorais que cette décision allait me conduire dans le couloir de la mort, à divaguer entre la violence et la folie.

Only two things matter to me in this shitty town: freestyle motocross and my best friend. They're my only escape from my father's fists, but one slip in junior high almost changed everything. I confessed a secret to a beautiful boy, and I've been punishing him—and myself—ever since. I can't have Huckslee the way I want, so I take from him in the only way I can—with violence. When my mother wants back into my life, and I'm forced to move in with the object of my obsession, the lines between hate and desire begin to blur. I'm not sure we'll survive each other.

Un livreur de pizzas, un fleuriste black expert en plantes à bulbes, deux jumeaux en embuscade près de La Rochelle, un adepte de handisport en fauteuil roulant, etc., sans oublier une version de la Bible revue et corrigée (« Au jardin d’Eden »), bref, homoérotisme, fantaisie et style sont au rendez-vous de ce recueil de 13 Nouvelles arc-en-ciel à lire d’une seule main.

Hagen didn't want to be Baxter's Dom. He wanted to be his Daddy. College professor Hagen St. Croix is done with his life as a Dom ever since two previous boys left him. When his former club organizes an event, he wants to go... but not alone. He finds a date-for-hire, but he's shocked when it turns out to be his sexy student Baxter Lafelle, and even more surprised by the feelings Baxter evokes in him. When tragedy strikes for Baxter, Hagen realizes that he doesn't want to be his Dom. He wants to be his Daddy... But will Baxter let him? And what happens when their contract is up?

Un jeune bachelier curieux de son désir naissant, une étreinte hâtive dans un backroom, une soirée mousse non dénuée de tendresse, un dîner entre amis qui finit dans la chambre... De belles rencontres entre hommes, chargées de tension érotique et racontées avec une troublante justesse par Françoise Simpère. Journaliste, auteure de plusieurs essais sur les amours plurielles, Françoise Simpère s'est imposée comme une auteure de littérature érotique de premier plan.

This is Alabaster Penitentiary... Where they send you when the world thinks you're dead. And trust me, you'll wish you were. We're the stain on society. The freaks, the creeps, your favorite Netflix documentaries come to life. They lock us up and throw away the key, because we deserve it. But not me. I'm just a lowly bank robber. I don't belong here, surrounded by psychopaths and killers with no remorse... At least, I don't think I do.

"The 120 Days of Sodom" is "the most impure tale that has ever been told since our world began". It was written by the Marquis de Sade, a french noble man, in the space of 37 days, while imprisoned in the famous parisian Bastille. Fearing confiscation, the Marquis de Sade, Donatien-Alphonse-François, had to write it on a continuous roll of paper, made up of small pieces glued together. The original manuscript is now on display in Paris, and is the third most expensive kept in France, insured for 12 million euros.

I have a soul-destroying corporate job, I iron my underpants, and I was unceremoniously dumped for an influencer hippie a few years ago. Every day feels the same, and I don't know how much longer I can cope before I do something unhinged like rip off my shirt in the middle of my co-worker's office birthday party and smear lemon cake all over my chest. Then, a case of mistaken identity suddenly lands me in the middle of a covert professional wrestling league, which is apparently being run in the basement of my office building. Weird. Even weirder are the wrestlers.

Amidst political unrest, evidence of corruption and fraud, and a life-threatening medical issue, four men figure out what and who they are to each other.

This wasn't supposed to happen to me. I'm supposed to be at the top of my career. Untouchable. Worshiped. Finally proving to all the jerks in my life that I made it. I'm at the top. Then a video that shouldn't exist leaks and everything comes crashing down. I'm about to lose it all and I can't seem to get out of my own way. My agent banishes me to a place that technology can't touch while he tries to salvage my career.

Florence, la narratrice, rencontre J.-P. qui lui fait découvrir son goût pour la punition. Dans la douleur et l'humiliation, dit-elle, il y a l'extase. Et de coups de fouet en blessures physiques, Florence cherchera à se comprendre, à s'admettre, à s'analyser. Elle entraînera Nathalie, une jeune femme que J.-P. lui aura présentée, dans un amour sadomasochiste sans concessions, sans limites. Une histoire violente, désespérée, pour aller à la rencontre de sa vérité.

Mercer Bentley Palmerston is an outcast—the pariah of his family—so what better source to get dirt on the Palmerstons than their black sheep? Intrigued by his lingerie, Blake sees an opportunity to get closer to Mercer, but he has no idea how much trouble he's invited into his life by taking him in. Mercer might be a brat, but Blake has no interest in taming him. He's a sly demon with ever-changing rules, a larger-than-life personality, and covers his weaknesses with sharp wit. There's more to Mercer than his outright refusal to behave, and Blake is the only one who realizes why.

“You’ve got no idea what I’m capable of, pretty thing.” • Victor • Sevastyan is the most beautiful man I have ever seen. He is also a fraud. No one who looks like the man in his self-portraits would ever choose to live as a recluse. It simply makes no sense. And I will expose his lies. Because Sevastyan ruined my life with a single exhibition. Over the years, my loathing has turned into poison coursing through my veins and helped fill my sketchbooks with violent fantasies fixated on one man, who doesn’t even know I exist.