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Professor Platonisch

Ich hatte einen sehr schlechten Tag und könnte wirklich etwas menschliche Nähe gebrauchen. Mann sucht Mann für eine rein platonische, aber dennoch liebevolle Nacht. Kein Sex oder irgendwelche Verpflichtungen. Ich will auch nicht darüber reden. Halte mich einfach die ganze Nacht lang fest in deinen Armen und sage mir, dass alles gut werden wird.
Als meine Bewerbung für die Teilnahme an der Raintree Forschungsexpedition in die Arktis unerwartet abgelehnt wurde, weiß ich genau, wem ich die Schuld daran geben muss. Professor River Henry hatte es schon immer auf mich abgesehen. Aus irgendeinem Grund legt er an mich höhere Maßstäbe an, als an alle anderen Studenten in der Fakultät für Evolutionsbiologie, was bedeutet, dass er meine Teilnahme an dieser Forschungsexpedition wahrscheinlich nicht befürwortet hatte und meine Abschlussprüfung höchstwahrscheinlich mit einem dicken, fetten „Durchgefallen“ bewerten wird.
Alles, was ich jetzt tun möchte, ist, meinen Kummer durch platonischen Streicheleinheiten wegzustreicheln und so zu tun, als wäre ich nicht an einem Tiefpunkt angelangt, schon bevor meine wissenschaftliche Karriere überhaupt begonnen hat.
Doch als Professor Henry auf der anderen Seite der Hotelzimmertür steht, wird mir plötzlich voll geschocktem Entsetzen klar, dass ich diesen Tiefpunkt noch gar nicht erreicht hatte und das ich noch viel tiefer fallen kann.

The Billionaire’s Valet

It is utter madness for a valet to fall in love with one’s boss.

But when that boss is Ignatius Corbridge–my handsome, secretly-lonely, utterly-wonderful Iggy–one really can’t help it.

For decades, I’ve stood by his side, fulfilling my role as his right-hand man, his mentor, his friend. I’ve pressed his suits, arranged his travel, and witnessed a thousand walks of shame as he scratched itch after itch with elite playboys around the globe.

Each day, it killed me just a little bit more.

So I did what needed to be done for both of us: I quit.

More than that, I took myself on a sightseeing adventure halfway around the globe to put some distance between us.

But when I board the sleeper car on the luxury African safari train, the first sight that greets me is the man I left behind.

Iggy wants me back…

And from the heated look in his eyes, it’s apparent he no longer sees me as his valet... and hasn’t for quite some time.

Professor Platonic

I’ve had a very bad day and could really use a hug. Male ISO male for platonic but affectionate sleepover. No nookie or commitments. I don’t want to talk about it, just hold me all night and tell me it’s going to be okay.

When my grad school application to join the Raintree Arctic Expedition gets unexpectedly denied, I know exactly who to blame. Professor River Henry has always had it out for me. For some reason, he holds me to a higher standard than everyone else in the evolutionary biology department which means he probably failed to recommend me for the research expedition and he’s most likely going to give my final exam a big, fat F.

All I want to do is drown my sorrows in some platonic cuddles and pretend I haven’t hit rock bottom before my scientific career has even had a chance to get off the ground.

But when Professor Henry is the one standing on the other side of the hotel room door in response to my ad for comfort, I suddenly realize, with breath-stealing horror, just how far I have left to fall.

Professor Platonic

I’ve had a very bad day and could really use a hug. Male ISO male for platonic but affectionate sleepover. No nookie or commitments. I don’t want to talk about it, just hold me all night and tell me it’s going to be okay.

When my grad school application to join the Raintree Arctic Expedition gets unexpectedly denied, I know exactly who to blame. Professor River Henry has always had it out for me. For some reason, he holds me to a higher standard than everyone else in the evolutionary biology department which means he probably failed to recommend me for the research expedition and he’s most likely going to give my final exam a big, fat F.

All I want to do is drown my sorrows in some platonic cuddles and pretend I haven’t hit rock bottom before my scientific career has even had a chance to get off the ground.

But when Professor Henry is the one standing on the other side of the hotel room door, I suddenly realize with breath-stealing horror, just how far I have left to fall.

Firecracker

Il y a trois types de personnes dans la petite ville de Honeybridge, dans le Maine : les Honeycutts, qui ne jurent que par l’amour et la loyauté ; les Wellbridges, qui pensent être la quintessence de la richesse et du raffinement ; et les autres habitants, qui ont appris à ne pas se mêler de la rivalité qui oppose ces deux familles depuis des siècles.

Flynn « Firecracker » Honeycutt a toujours fait partie de ma vie.

Il a été mon ami d’enfance. Mon rival au lycée. Celui qui hante toujours mes rêves, des années plus tard, alors que je pensais que lui et Honeybridge faisaient partie de mon passé.

Et aujourd’hui, je suis en passe d’obtenir une promotion déterminante pour ma carrière… si j’arrive à le convaincre de me céder les droits de distribution de son hydromel.

Plus facile à dire qu’à faire.

Flynn n’est plus l’homme que je connaissais. Ses si beaux yeux, autrefois pleins de rêves et de passion, sont animés d’une fureur froide. À chacun son point faible. Achille avait son talon, Samson ses cheveux. Moi, j’ai Flynn Honeycutt. Le seul homme qui ait jamais résisté à mes charmes, alors même que ce sont mes talents de séducteur qui ont fait mon succès.

Mais je ne vais pas baisser les bras. Parce que moi aussi, j’ai changé. Et parce que si l’on arrive à survivre à ce long été torride, entre les excentricités de sa famille et les efforts de ma mère pour ranimer la rivalité qui oppose les Wellbridge et les Honeycutts… on a peut-être une chance d’obtenir ce que l’on souhaite.

Un nouveau rêve.

L’accomplissement d’une vieille légende locale.

Une autre chance de ramener Firecracker à la vie.

Ski Patrol

BJ came to Aster Valley to find a man. Okay, not just any man, a specific man. Namely, the man who accidentally dropped his To Do list in the Denver airport, thereby revealing he's the absolute best, most perfect match for BJ.

But after almost a week of... uh... kissing too many of the wrong guys, BJ realizes it's not meant to be. To add insult to injury, he gets an actual injury on the slopes, putting a wrench in his plans and his job at risk.

When Dallas, the sexy ski patrol responder, arrives on his snowmobile, BJ barely gives him a second look. He's in too much pain and he's sworn off all men, sexy or not.

But when Dallas shows up later that night at the hospital to offer BJ a ride home, BJ wonders if maybe he had it all wrong. Maybe he should give Aster Valley one more chance to make his To Do List dreams come true...

M. Important

Un seul bal masqué du Nouvel An. Un seul plan cul anonyme. Une seule erreur de la taille d’un milliardaire.
Un jour, il y a longtemps, quelqu’un avait regardé ma petite personne maigrichonne et impétueuse de huit ans et m’avait surnommé M. Important… et je l’avais cru.
Ce fut ma première erreur.
Deux décennies, une dizaine de carrières ratées et un millier de plans cul dénués de sens plus tard, j’ai fait plus d’erreurs que je ne peux en compter. Mes parents ont décidé que j’étais purement décoratif, mon frère pense que j’ai besoin de discours d’encouragement, et le superbe milliardaire qui m’a embauché pour faire plaisir à mon père ? Il a oublié que j’existais.
Alors j’en ai fini avec les erreurs.
Appelez cela ma bonne résolution de début d’année. À partir de maintenant, je vais poursuivre ce que je veux… en commençant par le mystérieux quadra au masque de guerrier romain qui m’a approché au gala de charité et m’a proposé une aventure sans lendemain torride et anonyme.
Malheureusement, quand nos masques tombent, je me rends compte que les erreurs n’en ont pas fini avec moi.
Parce que le petit chef qui m’a fait halluciner ? Il pensait que j’étais quelqu’un d’autre. Pire que cela, c’est l’ami de mon père. Un accro au travail soi-disant hétéro. La personne avec qui je suis coincé pour un road trip pendant les deux prochaines semaines. Et, ah, ouais, mon chef à proprement parler.
Plus nous nous éloignons de New York, plus nous nous rapprochons l’un de l’autre et plus il est difficile de faire semblant de ne pas craquer pour lui. Mais je ne peux pas comprendre comment quelqu’un d’aussi brillant, contrôlé et accompli que Thatcher Pennington risquerait tout pour être avec quelqu’un comme moi… même s’il me fait enfin me sentir comme… M. Important.

(Remarque : bien que M. Important soit situé dans le monde de Honeybridge, il peut facilement être apprécié pour lui-même.)

Welcome to Knockwood

This was the stupidest thing I’d ever done. “Take an adventure,” they said. “Do something wild,” they said.

Flying in a floatplane to a tiny town in nowhere, Alaska, was definitely wild. At least, for me. I was a Florida boy, born and raised. But when the website I worked for tasked me with writing an article about something I'd never done before, my stupid mouth had blurted, "I've never been to Alaska!"

But when I land on a pristine blue lake and don't die, I can't help but fall a little bit in love with the breathtaking place. And... okay... maybe I fall a little bit in love with the grumpy pilot too. If only I could convince him to set aside his mistrust of outsiders and give me a chance...

Welcome To Knockwood

This was the stupidest thing I’d ever done. “Take an adventure,” they said. “Do something wild,” they said. Flying in a floatplane to a tiny town in nowhere, Alaska, was definitely wild. At least, for me.

I was a Florida boy, born and raised. But when the website I worked for tasked me with writing an article about something I'd never done before, my stupid mouth had blurted, "I've never been to Alaska!"

But when I land on a pristine blue lake and don't die, I can't help but fall a little bit in love with the breathtaking place.

And... okay... maybe I fall a little bit in love with the grumpy pilot too.

If only I could convince him to set aside his mistrust of outsiders and give me a chance...

Firecracker

There are three kinds of people in Honeybridge, Maine: The Honeycutts, who know a lot about love and loyalty; The Wellbridges, who think they’re the epitome of wealth and refinement; and the rest of the Honeybridgers, who know better than to get in the way of the centuries-old rivalry between the two.

There wasn’t a time when I didn't know Flynn “Firecracker” Honeycutt.

He’s been my childhood friend. My high school rival. The guy I couldn’t stop dreaming about, long after I thought I’d left him and Honeybridge in my rear-view mirror.

Now he’s the key to the giant promotion that can make or break my career… if I can just convince the man to give me the distribution rights for his award-winning mead.

Unfortunately, that’s easier said than done.

Flynn’s not the guy he used to be. His gorgeous eyes used to spark with dreams and fire, but now he looks at me with cold fury. And just like Achilles had his heel and Samson had his hair, I had Flynn Honeycutt, the one man I’d never been able to charm, despite an entire life spent winning people over.

I’m not giving up, though. Because I’m not the kid I used to be, either. And because, if the two of us can survive a long, hot summer filled with his family’s crazy antics and my mother’s single-handed determination to keep the Wellbridge-Honeycutt feud alive, there might just be a chance for both of us to get what we want:

A new dream.

The fulfillment of an old town legend.

And another chance to spark Firecracker to life.