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I’ve reaped souls for three hundred years without a single mistake. Until Elliot Coyne. I’m supposed to ferry him into the afterlife, not bring him back to life and turn him immortal. Now HR is threatening me, the world is acting like it might explode, and my reaper brothers are stress-snacking like it’s Armageddon. Even worse? My soul insists Elliot is my beloved. Reapers aren’t supposed to have those. Are they? Regardless, it’s wildly inconvenient.

Welcome to the Hayes Pack. It all started with four men, brought together by fate, connected in more powerful ways than they’d ever imagined. Old legends surface, and ancient powers awaken, but so do enemies. In this third and last box set, which contains books seven, eight, nine, and ten plus bonus materials, we see six more men fall in love as events come to an epic conclusion.

It all starts with four men, brought together by fate, connected in more powerful ways than they’d ever imagined. Old legends surface and ancient powers awaken, but so do enemies. Fated mates, proud alphas, stubborn betas, sweet omegas, knotting, instalove, pregnancies, babies, friends, and lovers—you’ll find it all and more in this first box set that contains the first three books in the series, plus bonus material. All books in the series are poly gay romances, with the first two being MMMM, and all others MMM romances. Start listening today!

The last in a proud line of witches, he’s come to test his small magic in the big city. Stealing enchanted artifacts pays the rent, but the competition is fierce. And handsome. And great at magic too.

Sweet, sassy, and submissive Josiah wants to find a Sir. When he meets the older, sexy Brody, they hit it off instantly. Josiah is convinced he’s found the real thing...until Brody ghosts him. When Brody shows up again a few weeks later, begging for forgiveness and a chance to explain, the heartbroken Josiah isn’t sure if he should give Brody another chance. Can Brody prove to Josiah that he doesn’t need a Sir but a Daddy…and that Brody wants to be that man?

As the former mayor of Smoky Vale, I hinged my campaign on getting rid of all bikers. They are everything that's wrong with our town. Everywhere they go they breed crudeness, chaos, and carnage. Then my son fell in love with not one, but two of them. Now I have no choice but to interact with the very people I tried to take down. My disapproval of their lifestyle wavers when a spawn of Goliath backs me into a wall, kisses me senselessly, and makes it clear in the most vulgar way possible what he wants to do to me.

It all starts with four men, brought together by fate, connected in more powerful ways than they’d ever imagined. Old legends surface and ancient powers awaken, but so do enemies.

Master Ford never wanted to be a Daddy, so how did he end up with not one but two abused boys in his care? It takes a long time to win their trust, as the abuse they suffered is worse than Ford could’ve imagined. But when he discovers that Thierry is a little and that Jathan needs a firm Daddy, Ford questions if he can be what both his boys need. And where do his own needs fit into this?

Five years ago, Levar survived a terrorist attack. The bombing left its scars, but he’s picked up his life. He loves working for the vice president - who is openly bisexual - as his press secretary. Levar can’t afford a pesky attraction that proves to be frustratingly stubborn. Worse, those highly combustible sparks are with the very last person he should be falling for: Henley Platt, a well-known reporter covering the White House.

In a world where every detail of life - down to the width of a hat brim - is dictated by God and the all-powerful rules of the community, two men dare to imagine a different way. At 18, Isaac Byler knows little outside the strict Amish settlement of Zebulon, Minnesota, where there is no rumspringa for exploration beyond the boundaries of their insular world. Isaac knows he'll have to officially join the church and find a wife before too long, but he yearns for something else - something he can't name.

Supernatural Secret Service agents Owen Sharps and Calvin Springfield meet on the train to their new assignment in St. Louis, and sparks fly between them. But it's 1897, and they need to be very careful—falling in love can be dangerous for men like them.

After my brothers-in-arms have all moved out, I’m suffering from a kind of empty nest syndrome. The only one left is Forest, Creek’s little brother. Except he’s not that little. He’s seriously hot and sassy, and the way I dream about him is anything but brotherly. But he’s too young for me, too innocent. Too…perfect. He doesn’t need a man with my kind of baggage. When he gets sick, I’m there for him, even when he allows no one else in. I will do anything to take care of him…and that includes marrying him so he’ll have health insurance.

I’m done hiding who I am. Pretending to be straight, to be the loving, devoted husband and successful ER doctor everyone wanted me to be, has been exhausting. I numbed the pain any way I could, and in the end, it cost me everything. My job, my marriage, the relationship with my grown kids. But now I’m in recovery, and for the first time, I’m living my true life as an out gay man.

Thorn wants what other alphas have - a mate, cubs of his own - but it'll never happen for him, not now. The more distant he feels from his pack, the more he wonders if he no longer belongs. Until he rescues a cub from a tree and finds himself reluctant guardian to a scared little boy. Keeping his cub safe is all Daniel cares about. But with Harrison's pack hunting them, he and Sammy are separated. When he finds him again, Sammy's in the home of an intimidating alpha. With freedom from Harrison finally within reach, Daniel has no choice but to bide his time until they can run once more.

Getting passed over by women for his height and for not being “manly” enough has become the story of Malcolm’s life. He’s tired of it and just about ready to give up on dating completely. What’s the point? He can’t make himself taller and being Mr. Take Charge will never be his vibe. And not only is his romantic life in shambles but bills are piling up and now his awful older brother is getting married and wants to do a destination wedding. Malcolm can hear his bank account crying already.

War is hell. It cost Gary Cross his military career, his love, and left him with a roadmap of scars that serve as a constant reminder of everything he lost. Out of that tortured past came something extraordinary—CrossBow Protection, one of the premiere bodyguard services in the US. Michael Kennedy has been Gary Cross’s personal assistant for nearly a year. He’s come to understand why none of his predecessors lasted more than a few months. Gary Cross is snarly, prickly, and snappy, and those are his good points. But Michael is not like the others—as Gary is about to find out.

Stetson Major and Curtis Traynor are about as opposite as two cowboys can get. Stetson is a rancher, tied to the land he loves in Taos, New Mexico, while Curtis is a rodeo cowboy whose wanderlust never could be tamed. But now Stetson's momma is dying of Alzheimer's, and she can't remember that Curtis hasn't been Stetson's boyfriend for a long time. Curtis's absence makes her cry, so Stetson swallows his pride and calls his ex-lover. To Curtis, Stetson is the one who got away, the love of his life. And Momma is his friend, so he's happy to help out. Yet returning to the ranch stirs up all sorts of feelings that, while buried, never really went away.

It was only supposed to be one night… and I meant it when I made the deal with my dad's ex-boyfriend. If I went to college, he would let me tag along Caribbean island hopping on his charter boat for the summer. Cass stuck to his end of the bargain, but not me—I asked for extra terms. One night: me, him, and nothing between us, showed me what it felt like to be loved by a man.

The moment Brooke Mikaels walked into my office, I knew she was mine. She needed my help and thought she could use her sweet little body to get it, but she learned a hard lesson instead. I don't make deals with silly little girls. I spank them. She'll get what she needs, but first she'll moan and beg and scream with each brutal climax as she takes everything I give her. She belongs to me now, and soon she'll know what that means.