Ella Frank

I’m so over college. It was supposed to be the time of our lives, a time of debauchery, but one by one, Cupid aimed his arrow and hit every one of my moron friends. Relationships. Could there be anything more soul-sucking and lame? To be tied to one person, and have to think about their feelings.

Bash isn’t like anyone Kieran has ever met, and soon his world is turned upside down as he becomes more intrigued by the enigmatic man from whom he can’t stay away....

If I had to describe Sean Bailey, it would be: A surly, temperamental pain in my ass. Never in that equation would I ever include the word boyfriend - and not just because he’s straight....

Gabriel Romero made me hungry for things I'd never wanted, and starved of the things I didn't think I'd ever need. Until now.... Until him.... I was never the man who believed in love, romance, or happily ever afters. I was married to my work, and happy to be that way. Until one night, not too...

He was sent in to seduce a monster. He didn’t expect to fall for the man beneath.

Relationships are complex. Love is ever-changing. And when it comes to rules of the heart, they were made to be broken. That's what Robert Antonio Bianchi was telling himself, anyway. Otherwise, he really had no excuse for what - or who - he'd done....

Showing up at a very indecent film shoot was an accident. I was a highly paid model. A professional. I didn’t get down and dirty for the cameras, but one look at the sex god needing a scene partner and I found myself reconsidering.

Logan Mitchell is a man who’s always been more than happy to take what he wants. It’s a philosophy that’s proven lucrative in both his business and personal life, and never was it more apparent than the night he laid eyes on Tate Morrison.

My name isn't Logan Mitchell, but Marcus St. James doesn't know that.... When I showed up at my roommate's work party, the last thing I expected was to find a man straight out of my dreams. But when the crowd parted and the fates aligned, there he was, waiting for me. Marcus St. James...

They called him America’s golden son. Now he’s the man who’d burn the world for a prince.

Up until now, Logan Mitchell has never had much of a reason to trust anyone. Having struggled with a self-identity crisis throughout college, he’s spent the years since then creating a sophisticated façade to present to the world. It’s an armor he thought was impenetrable—until he met Tate Morrison.

In a world where everything is within his grasp, love is the only thing that’s ever eluded him.

Sex. Logan Mitchell loves it, and ever since he realized his raw sexual appeal at a young age, he has had no problem using it to his advantage. Men and women alike fall into his bed—after all, Logan is not one to discriminate.

He hears my confessions. Now he can’t unhear them.

I’m never one to turn down a bet. Especially not when it comes to retaliating against the dean for pulling a dick move before summer break. So when the dean’s golden child arrives at Astor for his freshman year, my fellow troublemakers throw down a wager I can’t resist....

Tease - verb: to tantalize especially by arousing desire or curiosity often without intending to satisfy it....unless your name is Tate Morrison....

Keep to myself. Don’t let anyone in. That’s how I like it. That’s usually how everyone else likes it too. My scowl keeps them all away—all except him. We may both be Park Avenue Princes, but we would never work. We don’t belong in each other’s real worlds.

Who are we? Nobody really knows. We’re seven powerful heirs to empires, ruling Manhattan from our thrones on Park Avenue. By day, we’re the elite, untouchable, and more connected than you could ever imagine.

Four years ago, Logan Mitchell walked into Tate's life and challenged him to see it differently. He dared Tate to try a kiss when normally he wouldn't have....

Act like a player, dress like a player, be a player. In my opinion, these are fantastic life goals. I have no idea why my parents think I have no direction. I’m the fun one. Easygoing. A massive flirt. I get along with just about everyone, except ... Caleb Reeves.