Summer’s almost over. The light’s going soft and golden, the kind that sticks to skin and makes everything feel a little more possible. I’m out there soaking up the last of it.

When the heat starts to fade, I hope you’ll come inside with me. Steal an hour. Slip into my stories.

The one-off erotica is still here—filthy, immediate, no apologies. But this season I’m leaning harder into romance. The slow, stubborn, hard-won kind. Men who fight it, deny it, then finally break and take what they want. The kind that leaves you restless and half-hard long after you close the page.

The nights are getting longer. We might as well use them.

The last of Summer Seduction is rolling out — what started as forbidden fun has turned a corner into something neither of them expected.

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Because it was so popular, I’m bringing it back. Sixteen years after a no-strings college arrangement that left one of them shattered, Jacob and Ethan cross paths again. What begins as unfinished business becomes a love neither of them can walk away from—messy, open, and impossible to outrun.

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Matthew Spencer has never heard the word “no”—until the gruff older contractor renovating his oceanfront mansion decides the spoiled trust-fund brat needs a firm hand.

Hard spankings, strict rules, and the kind of filthy, possessive care Matthew never knew he craved turn their clash of wills into an addictive age-gap power exchange neither of them can walk away from.

First episode coming on Sep 11!

August is audiobook month in my corner of the MM Romance world. Here you’ll find plenty of stories to choose from:

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In the first installment of One and Only

Sixteen years later

Ethan started at the left side of the kitchen and flicked open every single door, looking for the plastic sandwich holder with purple stripes. He was going to be late for the first day of his new job, but his daughter would refuse to eat her sandwich unless it came in that container.

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It was hectic, unpacking from the recent move and keeping track of the kids for the weekend, but his ex-wife, Joanne, would be there to pick them up for school any moment now.

She had the bigger job when it came to unpacking. She had the kids all week. They shared custody, but he only saw the kids on weekends. His duties typically included ferrying kids to soccer games and sleepovers and hosting pizza nights. Her house contained most of the kids’ belongings.

He slammed the last cupboard door closed.

Fuck.

He checked the dishwasher.

Nope.

Ethan couldn’t believe he was back in Victoria after so many years away. The change was a good thing. Eleven years working as a lawyer for the federal government in Ottawa had nearly burned him out. When his ex-wife had announced she was moving back home for work, he’d jumped at the chance to follow her. He needed a change, and he’d wanted to stay near his kids.

His new position was as the Senior Legal Analyst for the provincial government in the office of the police complaint commissioner. His job would be to oversee and monitor complaints and investigations involving municipal police in British Columbia under the Police Act.

When he’d told Joanne he’d landed his dream job, she had rolled her eyes. She had never understood what he saw in such dry, tedious jobs—her words. For the federal government, he’d been working with criminal and social policies. He had thought it was interesting stuff.

“Dad!”

“Yes, Oliver.” Ethan squatted to be at eye level with his son.

“Can’t find my shoes.”

Ethan scrubbed a hand across his face. They could be anywhere. He’d asked the kids to put the shoes they were most likely to wear into the front hall closet. It probably hadn’t been done. At the ages of eight and twelve, the brother-sister duo weren’t good listeners.

“Where did you see them last?”

Oliver furrowed his brow. “On my feet.”

Ethan sighed. “Not helpful.” He rose to his feet and headed for the front hall. They were likely piled up by the front door. He dug around. Sure enough, that’s where they were.

“Oliver … seriously.” He tossed them onto the floor at the foot of the stairs. “Put them on. Your mom is going to be here any second.” He looked up the stairs. “Laura … you coming?”

Laura came thundering down the stairs. She was dressed in jeans and a t-shirt emblazoned with the latest popular logo, but she had a handful of clothes in one hand.

“What are those for?” Ethan asked.

“I don’t know what to wear.”

“Does it really matter?”

“Dad … this is grade seven.”

One hand went to Laura’s hip, and her voice turned condescending. “I’m not in grade two like Oliver. I’m not a little kid anymore. It matters what I wear.”

Ethan smirked.

Well … she had certainly told him.

Laura had changed so much in the last two years. From a giggly little girl playing with pink ponies to the beginnings of a young woman.

“I think the outfit you’re wearing looks nice.”

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Laura sighed and rolled her eyes. “What do you know? You’re a boy. I need Mom.”

“She’ll be here any minute.”

On cue, Joanne knocked on the door. Ethan was glad to swing it open and see her face. She was a beautiful woman. Intelligent—caring. And so good with the kids.

But it hadn’t been enough.

They just weren’t compatible. They had met in their final year of university in Kingston, Ontario, and were married soon after when Joanne announced she was pregnant.

They’d been way too young to launch into a life together. They hadn’t had any idea who they were yet or what they wanted from life.

The divorce was in its fifth year.

They were still good friends.

“Are they ready?” Joanne closed the door behind her. It was a bit cool out. November usually brought cold rain and wind to the west coast of Vancouver Island. They’d been getting off easy.

“Just figuring out the lunch situation. Sandwiches are made.”

Joanne held up the plastic container Ethan had been looking for. “Does this help?”

“Oh … thank God.” Ethan grabbed it from her and finished packing the lunches. By the time he arrived back in the front hall, the kids were ready to go. Passed off for another week.

Kisses and hugs were dolled out to the kids. After they left, Ethan leaned against the closed door. He placed his forehead on it. Tonight, it would be all about Daddy. There wasn’t much happening on a Monday night, but a small theatre/lounge downtown offered reliable entertainment. He’d checked the schedule. This evening: a trio of musicians who took contemporary pop music and turned the songs into heavy rock renditions.

It would either be horrendous or an absolute riot.

Either way, he was going.

Ethan’s first day of work came to an end. He was exhausted. Almost tired enough to keep him in for the night, except he had no choice regarding his plans. He’d told a few people in his new office what he was up to tonight, and they had jumped on board, wanting to join him.

They were a friendly bunch, his immediate coworkers. Everyone had been incredibly helpful in guiding him through the computer systems. Everything was new to him. He’d spent most of his day going over his list of job duties and trying to find the files on his computer associated with those tasks. And how to fill them out. A massive learning curve was an understatement.

He was placing that far behind everything in his mind for the night.

The entertainment venue was in a quaint part of downtown. Lots of original buildings. Brick and stone structures from the 1800s. It was possible that the venue they were going to was only a few years older than that. You had to climb a set of well-worn stairs to get to the stage area.

They found a table halfway back from the action. There were four of them. Two women. One guy. And him. It looked like they were on a double date.

Ethan settled into his seat and ordered a drink when the server came by. He’d taken a cab. He wasn’t too worried about having a few tonight. Anything to relax him.

Waiting for the band to start, he looked around the room. You never knew. He grew up in Victoria. Chances were, he might know someone. One face caught his attention. He had almost passed over him. He looked so different from the last time he’d seen him.

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Mature—refined.

His breath caught.

Jacob.

He couldn’t take his eyes off him.

On the last day of term in their first year, he’d let Jacob know he planned to head to Ontario to finish his degree. That he was packed and heading out that afternoon.

The usual cheery light had gone out in Jacob’s eyes. He’d hurt Jacob by not telling him earlier. They’d spent their last night together without Jacob knowing it would be their last.

The guilt of that night had stuck with him.

If he closed his eyes, he could still feel Jacob’s body backed up against his.

Could feel Jacob in his arms.

Ethan took a sip of his drink and shifted his chair so Jacob wouldn’t catch sight of him. He didn’t need to go there tonight. That had been sixteen years ago. So much had changed.

Jacob probably wouldn’t even recognize him.

That theory was proven wrong.

A hand touched his shoulder. “Ethan?”

Ethan almost tilted his head to place his cheek on that hand. To feel its warmth. To have it caress his skin again. He turned in his seat instead. “Oh my god … Jacob?” He rose to his feet and clapped his hand on Jacob’s back. “What a rush. How are you doing? It’s been years.”

Jacob nodded. “Yeah, it’s been a few. How have you been?”

“Busy.” Ethan fake laughed. “Career, marriage, kids. You know. The whole thing.”

“You got married.”

“Straight out of university. Two kids. Crazy times. Didn’t work. We’re divorced now.”

Ethan knew he was babbling, but Jacob was making him nervous. His soft grey eyes studied him. His exquisite lips were poised to speak. Ethan’s heart fluttered. It was a regret … that he had never kissed those lips. “Just moved back here from Ontario,” Ethan prattled on.

Jacob’s eyes brightened. “Oh?”

“Followed the ex-wife. Wanted to be near the kids.”

“Wife.”

Ethan looked toward the table Jacob had been sitting at. There was a guy there who looked a bit perturbed by Jacob’s absence.

He looked back at Jacob, who was staring at the guy. There was a bit of a silent back and forth between them. Then Jacob winked and smiled at his tablemate.

For fuck’s sake.

He was on a date.

Jacob was gay.

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“Yes, my wife,” Ethan said finally, his ears burning at the realization he’d been sleeping with a gay guy for all those months. “What did you expect?”

Jacob shrugged. “Don’t know. Wasn’t sure.”

Ethan was very aware that his coworkers were likely half-listening to his conversation with Jacob. The last thing he wanted to do was give away the fact that he’d had an intimate relationship with the man who had approached their table. He needed to get rid of him.

“Well ….” Ethan nodded. “It was nice running into you.”

Jacob sighed and gave him that look he always used to give him when Ethan snuck back out of Jacob’s room. It used to tear at him then … it still did now.

“Was it?” Jacob asked. “Nice?”

“Yes.”

“Really?”

What the hell, Jacob?

Ethan lowered his voice to a whisper. “What are you doing?”

Jacob cocked his head to one side. “Trying to determine if you deliberately turned your chair away from me because you didn’t want to talk to me.”

“I didn’t even see you.”

Jacob exhaled. “My date caught you staring at me.”

Okay, fine.

“I wasn’t sure it was you.” Ethan crossed his arms. “You look different.”

“Leaving someone behind for years does that.”

Ethan looked at his coworkers. They were doing their best to covertly listen to the conversation while keeping up a work-oriented discussion.

“Can we take this somewhere else?” Ethan asked.

Jacob shrugged, wandered over to his table, grabbed his coat, leaned down, whispered something in his date’s ear, then headed for the stairs that led down to the outside.

Ethan mumbled that he’d be right back to his co-workers and followed Jacob down the stairs. Once out on the sidewalk, Jacob lit up a cigarette. It caught Ethan by surprise. Jacob hadn’t smoked in university. It made Ethan uncomfortable to think Jacob would taste like cigarettes.

If you what … kissed him?

Jacob leaned against the wall of the building. Ethan joined him and took up the space of the wall beside Jacob. “I’m sorry,” Ethan said and reached for the burning cigarette in Jacob’s hand. Who was he to judge? He was known to have the occasional smoke. Right now, he needed one.

“For what?” Jacob’s fingers lingered on Ethan’s as he handed the cigarette over. They were soft and tentative—but familiar. Those fingers had often been wrapped around his cock.

Ethan brought the cigarette to his lips. The filter was damp from Jacob’s mouth. If he concentrated, he could detect the slight taste of scotch he’d left behind.

“I’m sorry for not telling you earlier that I was leaving.”

Jacob shook his head. “You should have. You have no idea what that did to me.”

“It haunted me … the look on your face.”

Jacob smirked, then took the cigarette back. “Good.”

“Part of me was glad I was moving away. Ending it.”

“Just part of you?”

Ethan looked at Jacob. His profile in the dim light was enticing and so damned comfortable. The emotion filled his gut. “The other part of me never wanted to leave your bed.”

“Fuck, Ethan.” Jacob pinched the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes. “Don’t tell me shit like that. You have no idea. You have no idea how I felt about you.”

Yes, I did.

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He knew Jacob had been in love with him. That’s why he had decided to move away. To start fresh. It was too real what was happening between them. It wasn’t the life he saw for himself. What had started as a bit of harmless fun had turned into something serious.

Tonight. He wasn’t sure where he stood. So many emotions were resurfacing. He couldn’t stop himself. He wasn’t done spilling what he was feeling.

“I still dream about holding you,” Ethan said.

The words had seeped up from his soul. Jacob needed to hear them. To know he had never forgotten him and their time together. That what they’d shared had been special to him.

“Fucking hell.” Jacob looked up at the sky, took a draw off the cigarette, then released the smoke into the air. “Why are you telling me this? You don’t get it … I loved you, Ethan.”

“I know.”

Jacob spun and shoved Ethan. “You knew? You fucking knew!” He pitched the half-smoked cigarette to the ground. “And you just left me? Knowing you were breaking my heart?”

“I had to. It was for the best.”

“Best for who? You? Sure as hell wasn’t best for me.”

“I’m sorry.”

“You keep saying that.” Jacob stormed off a short distance down the sidewalk, then came back. “I don’t want you to be sorry. I wanted you to be mine.”

Ethan shook his head. “That wasn’t going to happen.”

“Right.” Jacob raised one hand in the air. “Because you’re straight.”

“And you’re not.”

Jacob lowered his hand. “Never was.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“That I was gay?” Jacob coughed out a laugh. “Yeah, that would’ve gone over well.”

“It would have explained a lot of things.”

“Like what?”

Ethan reached out and held onto Jacob’s arm to keep him still. “Like why you looked at me the way you did.” He stepped in closer to Jacob. “And why you’re still doing it.”

It was still there—the love.

He could see it in Jacob’s eyes. Every argument left Ethan’s mind. He couldn’t fight this any more readily than he could stop his next breath from happening.

Jacob stepped in close, cupped Ethan’s face, and brought their foreheads together. “I never stopped loving you.” His breath whispered across Ethan’s lips.

So close.

This felt so right.

“I know,” Ethan whispered.

He raked his hand into Jacob’s hair and tipped his chin, breaching the chasm. Their lips touched for the very first time. Ethan sank into the depths. It was like warming up in front of the hearth after being out in the rain for years and years. He wouldn’t need his umbrella anymore.

A few people pushed past them to reach the venue entrance. Jacob pulled away from Ethan. He clung to Ethan’s coat to keep him close. “My date.”

“He’s not your boyfriend, is he?”

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Jacob shook his head. “No. First date. It wasn’t going well.”

“You wink at guys it’s not going well with?”

“Oh, don’t get me wrong.” Jacob laughed. “I was still going to take him home.”

Ethan’s chest tightened. The thought of another man’s hands on Jacob heated an element of anger and intense sadness in him. Anger that Jacob had spent the past sixteen years lying with countless men. And the sadness. He couldn’t be sure, but Ethan suspected he had been the first person to ever touch Jacob. There had been an innocence and sweetness about him.

Now that was gone.

“Is that woman in there your date?” Jacob asked.

“No. Just a co-worker.”

“So … nothing happening there.”

Ethan snuck another quick kiss. He savored the feel of Jacob’s lips before prying himself away from them. “Not a damned thing.”

“In that case … I’m cold.” Jacob stepped away from Ethan. “Your place or mine?”

Ethan’s heart tripped and thudded blood straight to his cock. It was a need he hadn’t quenched for a very long time. Sixteen years to be exact. Jacob had been the only man he’d ever slept with.

“I’m in James Bay,” Ethan said.

“I’m in Langford.”

“That decides it. My place is closer.”

“No kids there?”

“Not during the week.”

Jacob wandered back into Ethan’s embrace. “Do we go back inside … make excuses?”

“I’m happy enough texting. Stomach bug.” Ethan played his fingers across Jacob’s bottom lip, then kissed him. He couldn’t get enough. So much wasted time. He’d been so cold to Jacob back in university as he tried to keep things casual. On the rare occasion when he didn’t hold Jacob afterward, he often left Jacob’s bedroom feeling sick to his stomach. The need to hold him and kiss the back of his neck came from deep in his gut. He’d pushed it way down, the emotions.

“I need you to promise me something,” Jacob said after he broke free.

“I’ll do my best.”

Jacob sighed. “Please be gentle with my heart. My love for you is still in there.”

Ethan cupped Jacob’s face and brushed his thumb across his cheek.

“I can’t promise you that.”

Jacob exhaled. “Promise me you’ll try.”

He wasn’t sure what to say. Of course, he didn’t want to hurt Jacob, but he had no idea where this was going between them. It might end tonight. There was only one thing he could promise. “I can promise it’ll be different. What we had in university should have meant so much more.”

“Then I’ll hold onto that.” Jacob took Ethan’s raised hand, still on his cheek, turned his face, and kissed Ethan’s open palm. “Take me home.”

They had to walk a few blocks into a busier area of the city to find a cab. The short ride to Ethan’s house was quiet. It gave them time to send their text messages, to extend their apologies.

They pulled up outside.

The exterior of Ethan’s house was dark. He’d forgotten to turn on the exterior lights. He wasn’t even sure where the switches were to do so. Day four of being in the new house. He wasn’t sure where anything was. He managed to flick on the front hall lights as they made their way inside.

They ditched their coats on the stairs.

“Wow … you really did just move in,” Jacob said. “Or are you just messy?”

Ethan laughed. “Only been here a few days. The kids had their first day at school today. My eldest, my daughter, Laura, was obsessing over her clothes this morning.”

He was doing it again. Rambling on about his life.

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His nerves were getting the better of him.

In the full light of the front hall, he could see how gorgeous Jacob had become since he saw him last. He’d always been attractive. But now—he was breathtaking. Dark blond, short sides and long on top—his hair had a habit of falling forward and covering one eye. Ethan gravitated toward Jacob and stroked the short, bristly hair on his jawline. The overnight growth look suited him.

Jacob swept him up and descended on his mouth. Ethan moaned with each kiss, not fully believing Jacob was there with him. He wrapped his arms around Jacob and gripped and caressed Jacob’s back. The thin, wiry frame from university had been left far behind.

Jacob’s back was broad and muscular.

Each kiss dove deeper.

The world disappeared around them, and Ethan relaxed.

It was just them again.

Jacob hooked his hands under the bottom of Ethan’s shirt and pulled it up and over his head. He tossed Ethan’s shirt at the stair banister.

They were really doing this.

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In the last installment of Summer Seduction

In the first installment of Summer Seduction

The days after the risky basement shower close call felt even more precarious. Jeremy’s suspicion was no longer hidden. He watched us with sharper eyes, asked casual questions that didn’t feel casual anymore, and lingered in rooms longer than necessary.

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In the last installment of Cabin Fever

In the first installment of Cabin Fever

The easy comfort between them grew stronger with each passing day. They fell into small, domestic routines without discussion—making breakfast together with Jax chopping vegetables while Mason cooked eggs, their shoulders brushing comfortably in the tiny kitchen.

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I’ve posted this story before, but took it down because it was written under one of my other pen names. But I’m finding MM romance to be increasingly popular on my publication, including this story, so here it is again.

Jacob slammed his Human Anatomy textbook shut and nearly threw it at the wall. His eyes were stinging, and he needed more coffee. The lack of proper sleep was wearing him down, but he had to pass his next exam. Burning the midnight oil had become the norm. He was almost finished his first year of his BSc in Nursing at UVIC in Victoria, BC, on Vancouver Island. It was his dream to work in one of the local emergency rooms someday. He had to keep that in mind. That and the forthcoming end of term. Summer would soon be here, allowing him to work more.

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He needed the money.

Typically, Jacob struggled throughout the school year to pay for his rent and food. Trying to work, go to school, and study required tremendous time-management skills. He wasn’t like other students whose parents had paid their way. This venture was all on him.

Problems for another day.

Right now, he had to figure out how he was going to cram all the information he was reading into his head for next week’s midterm exam. The test was worth half his mark.

A knock at his door shifted his focus and made him smile.

It was midnight. It would be Ethan.

Ethan cracked the door open, slipped into the room, and pressed the door closed as quietly as he could. “You ready for a break?”

Jacob rose to his feet, wandered over to his bed, and stretched out on the bedding. He settled a pillow behind his head. “Absolutely.” This was the time of night he longed for.

12 am—their alone time.

Ethan grinned. “Good. I’ve been aching for you for the past hour.”

“Are the other guys asleep?”

“There’s no one in the living room or the kitchen. I checked.”

Jacob sat up and stripped his shirt off. He threw it onto the floor. Ethan’s shirt soon joined his. This was a nightly routine. Study their brains out … then fuck them out.

That was the agreement.

Simple.

Jacob had met Ethan when he first moved into the split-level, turned boarding house at the beginning of the school year. They shared the house with four other guys. Three bedrooms up—three down. Jacob’s bedroom was in the basement. Ethan’s upstairs.

The sex … it had all started when they’d decided it was a good idea to watch porn in Jacob’s room one night about four months back. Their hormones and libido had taken over, and they’d ended up jerking each other off. Things had progressed from there.

It was a casual arrangement.

Jacob had never been with anyone sexually before. Ethan had loads of experience—with women. Or so he said. He seemed to know what he was doing. Jacob hadn’t told Ethan he was a virgin the first time they’d touched each other. He was twenty. It was embarrassing.

Ethan pushed Jacob over onto the bed and went to work on Jacob’s pants. He soon had them hauled off Jacob’s hips down to his ankles. Jacob shuffled the bunched pants and underwear off his feet. His heart thundered in his ears. Ethan towered above him, breathing hard—anxious to take him. Ethan stroked Jacob’s stiffening cock a few times before attending to his own pants.

Jacob rolled onto his hands and knees. They would take turns, but he was always the first to be fucked. A drawer opened and closed, some ripping and squirting noises, then Ethan’s sheathed and lubed cock pressed between the cheeks of his ass.

Ethan would take it slow until Jacob’s body adjusted. They’d watched a bit of gay porn to make sure they were getting it right. They’d decided it wasn’t the best resource.

Those guys could fuck each other for an hour.

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He and Ethan rarely lasted ten minutes, but it was enough to make Jacob feel stretched and full for hours after. Ethan held Jacob’s waist and slid home.

Jacob groaned as quietly as he could. It would be hell if the other guys in the house found out about them. At least two of the guys were adamant homophobes. They’d never understand that what he and Ethan were doing was just a way to relieve a little stress.

He gripped his pillow and set his arms to steady himself as Ethan hammered into him. He closed his eyes and rode the wave of pleasure flooding through his body. As soon as Ethan came, they’d switch places. He stroked his cock to make sure he was ready. Sometimes he would cum before it was his turn … just from the feel of Ethan’s cock dragging back and forth over the gland they’d learned was there. Ethan had made a point of figuring out how to do it. Altering his angle until Jacob cried out that he had it right. Yeah, right there.

Ethan didn’t so much like being fucked.

That’s why he had made the effort to learn about cumming hands-free. Or encouraged Jacob to jerk off while he was being fucked.

Ethan was irrefutably straight.

This was a kick for him. A walk on the wild side while he was in university.

A time to experiment. Have a bit of fun.

He had no idea that Jacob’s feelings had been growing for him for the past few weeks. As a closeted gay guy, Jacob would never even dream of bringing up his emotions with Ethan.

“Jacob …,” Ethan whispered, then grunted and came. He gripped Jacob’s hips and pumped slowly into him until his body was spent. He patted Jacob on the back. “Did you cum?”

The fact that Ethan hadn’t noticed if he came or not left Jacob overwhelmed with despair. Ethan wasn’t in tune with him at all during their nightly visits. They’d never even kissed. Ethan had tried to give him a blowjob one time, but he’d hated it. He had no trouble with Jacob giving him one, though. Sometimes Jacob preferred it to bottoming for him.

Jacob sighed.

There was no real connection between them other than the physical one.

Sure, they were friends out in the real world. Many hours had been spent talking, cooking together, playing video games, watching TV, and throwing a football around outside.

Truthfully, they were just good roommates.

At least from Ethan’s perspective.

Jacob lay down. “I’m good.”

Ethan slipped off the condom, tied a knot in it, tossed it in the direction of the garbage pail, and flopped down beside him. “You sure? I could jerk you off.”

Jacob shook his head.

“Okay.” Ethan placed his hand on Jacob’s stomach and tugged at him. “Come here.”

Jacob shifted his body until his back was up against Ethan’s chest—ass to his groin. This here—this was the thing they did that brought warmth to the experience—cuddled afterward.

He breathed into the kiss Ethan placed at the base of his neck. Ethan hugged Jacob to him with his smooth, muscular arm. Sometimes they would fall asleep like that.

That always led to panic in the morning. Making up some kind of reason why Ethan was downstairs at that time of day. But for now, Jacob was going to soak it in.

The closeness.

Jacob gripped Ethan’s hand and closed his eyes.

He’d done the stupidest thing.

He’d fallen in love with Ethan Cornell.

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In the last installment of Summer Seduction

In the first installment of Summer Seduction

The sky was just starting to lighten when I slipped out of Brandon’s bed. I dressed quietly, kissed his bare shoulder, and made my way back across the yard. By the time I stepped through our back door, it was a little after five. I hoped Jeremy would still be asleep.

He wasn’t.

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In the last installment of Cabin Fever

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The first fat raindrops began to hit the roof, then the windows, quickly building into a heavy downpour as the storm rolled in. Guilt crashed over Jax like a wave, twisting his stomach. He pushed past Mason, muttering, “I need air,” and barged out the door into the rain.

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Hey there, you filthy summer sinners! 🔥☀️

Summer is hitting that sweet, sweaty peak — the kind where the sun beats down, ice melts fast in your drink, and the only thing better than lounging on a hot beach or a sunny back porch is cracking open your phone and diving into something downright sinful.

You know the vibe: skin glistening, hearts racing, and pages (or screens) that make you clench your thighs and forget all about that SPF.

I’ve got fresh heat coming your way to keep those lazy afternoons throbbing.

More Summer Seduction is rolling out — those golden, sun-drenched hookups that start with a teasing glance and end with bodies tangled, slick, and begging for more.

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Cabin Fever is cranking up the isolation and undeniable attraction: trapped together, tension boiling over into raw, desperate, no-holds-barred fucking where the only escape is giving in completely.

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Plus a handful of delicious one-off shorts to scratch that instant-gratification itch. Quick, dirty, and guaranteed to leave you flushed.

And baby, autumn is already shaping up filthy. I’m cooking a full-length murder mystery MM romance that’s equal parts suspense, slow-burn tension, and explosive, sweat-soaked releases. Think sharp suits, sharper minds, and the kind of raw, possessive sex that leaves bruises in the best places.

On top of that? A brand-new series dripping with humiliation at the hands of a ruthless rugby team. Big, brutal, cocky athletes who know exactly how to break a boy down, use him, and make him thank them for it. Expect public shame, overwhelming dominance, and the kind of degrading, addictive scenes that’ll have you squirming in public.

What are you craving most right now — the slow tease of summer seduction, the locked-in filth of cabin fever, or a sneak peek at those rugby boys putting someone in their place? Drop your dirtiest thoughts in the comments or hit reply. I read every single one.

Stay hot, stay wet, and keep turning those pages.

Your favorite smut peddler,
Gavin E. Black 🖤

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In the last installment of Summer Seduction

In the first installment of Summer Seduction

A few days after the tense kitchen incident, my phone buzzed on the counter as I loaded the dishwasher with the lunch dishes Jeremy hadn’t cleaned up while I was at work.

Parents left for the weekend. House is completely empty tonight.

Come over?

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A Different Kind of Story...

Most of you know me as Gavin E. Black, the guy behind The Black Velvet Room. But long before I was writing dark temptations, forbidden desires, and men making beautifully reckless decisions, I was building entire fantasy worlds under another pen name: J.T. Fader.

Today, I’m excited to share that one of those stories has just received the audiobook treatment.

🎧 Unredeemable is now available on Audible.

This isn’t erotica.

It isn’t taboo.

It’s a full-length MM fantasy romance set in the wilderness of Creekside Valley, where shapeshifters, ancient secrets, and impossible choices collide.

At its heart, it’s about two men who have every reason to stay apart... and every instinct pulling them together.

And bringing it to life is the incredibly talented Tyler Laux, whose performance adds a whole new dimension to the story. Hearing characters you’ve lived with for years suddenly speak back to you is an experience that’s difficult to describe.

If you’ve ever wondered what else I write when I’m not corrupting innocent minds in The Black Velvet Room, this is probably the best place to start.

🐻 Unredeemable

A Creekside Valley Novel

★★★★★ “Emotional, intense, and achingly beautiful.”

★★★★★ “J.T. Fader writes the kind of romance that stays with you long after the last page.”

★★★★★ “A perfect blend of passion, heart, and raw authenticity.”

This release is especially meaningful to me because audiobooks are expensive to produce. Seeing another of my fantasy novels make the leap from page to audio feels like a milestone I’ve been working toward for a long time.

If fantasy romance is your thing—or if you’ve enjoyed my storytelling here and are curious what it looks like outside the walls of The Black Velvet Room—I’d be honored if you gave it a listen.

And if you enjoy it, leaving a rating or review on Audible makes an enormous difference in helping new listeners discover it.

Thank you, as always, for supporting my writing—whether it’s under Gavin E. Black, J.T. Fader, or any of the other names I’ve hidden behind over the years.

I hope you’ll take a walk into Creekside Valley.

You might not want to leave.

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In the last installment of Cabin Fever

In the first installment of Cabin Fever

Mason’s voice hung in the dark, rough and uncertain. “Jax….” He trailed off, the name sounding heavier than it should between stepbrothers. Jax stayed frozen, chest still heaving from the aftershocks, his mind racing through excuses and denials that all felt useless now.

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In the last installment of Summer Seduction

In the first installment of Summer Seduction

As the morning turned to afternoon, the house felt different. Brandon had slipped out early before Jeremy returned, but the memory of him riding me, whispering filthy things while we looked into each other’s eyes, lingered like a drug in my system.

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In the last installment of Cabin Fever

Jax’s breath caught as Mason’s fingers pressed higher, sliding under the edge of his boxers. For a heartbeat, the touch felt inevitable, tantalizing against overheated skin. Then Mason yanked his hand back like he’d been shocked, rolling sharply to the far side of the bed.

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In the last installment of Summer Seduction

In the first installment of Summer Seduction

The house felt strangely quiet after Jeremy left. I stood at the living room window and watched his car disappear down the street, my heart already beating faster than it should. He’d be gone all day with Emily—a gift of empty hours that made my stomach twist with both guilt and excitement. I told myself I wasn’t going to text Brandon right away. I lasted eight whole minutes.

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In the last installment of Summer Seduction

In the first installment of Summer Seduction

The ache never really went away anymore. Every time I saw Brandon—whether it was across the fence, during a quick “casual” conversation with Jeremy, or even just catching a glimpse of him mowing the lawn, my body reacted like it was conditioned to his presence.

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In the last installment of Wedding Gift

In the first installment of Wedding Gift

It was the weekend, which meant Toby would be arriving as soon as he finished his last class at the university. He’d told me he had news he wanted to share. I tried not to get my hopes up, but I had dreams of what the news might be. There was only one thing I wanted.

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Jax came for the free rent. Mason came because he had no choice. But one month alone is enough to crack open years of buried tension, stolen glances, and forbidden desire. What starts as angry words and heated looks quickly spirals into something deeper, rawer, and impossible to resist.

In the sweltering summer nights, boundaries dissolve and secrets surface. But when the month ends, they’ll have to decide if what they’ve found is worth risking everything — family, reputation, and the only life they’ve ever known.

A slow-burn MM stepbrother romance filled with tension, tenderness, and devastating love.

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In the last installment of Summer Seduction

In the first installment of Summer Seduction

The days after the risky basement encounter felt like walking a tightrope. Every time Brandon came over to “hang out with Jeremy,” I had to pretend I wasn’t constantly aware of him—the way he moved, the way he looked at me when no one was watching, the secret little smile he’d flash when our eyes met. We hadn’t found any time to be alone since. Jeremy was around more than usual, and the danger of getting caught felt heavier every day.

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