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A bundle of the award-winning Nothing Special series by internationally best-selling author A. E. Via.

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.

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.

As a Pyclon from Lust, Rusty learned early the cruel rules of the Pentagram. Happiness is for the privileged. Hope for the weak. And absolutely nothing comes free. So he accepts a life of happy enough, of good enough, of just…enough. Anything more is impossible for someone like him. That is, until he meets Gemae Akyllo.

As a younger man, I imagined my future with my wife by my side and my sights set firmly on British politics—with the ultimate goal of one day becoming prime minister. A life of value, of purpose. A life where my morals might mean something, and where I could make a difference. But that vision has crumbled. My wife is gone. My political career lies in ruins. And my relationship with my son is barely breathing. What’s left is a slow decline into disillusionment and solitude.

'Twas the night before Christmas. A secret was looming. The lust in my heart had become too consuming. Make no mistake, no blood do we share, But my guardian was the man whose cross I did bear. With his icy coal eyes, and peppermint lips, Under mistletoe I stood, no chance to resist. For it was on none other than this cold silent night, That I gave into wrong, and it felt so damn right.

At forty-seven years old, I’m finally free to live my authentic life as a gay man. I’m in recovery from my addiction, and it’s time for a clean start. The question is where Benoni, my personal trainer, fits in? He’s hot and perfectly bossy, but also twenty years my junior…and my son’s best friend. As needy as I am, Benoni loves it, and we somehow fit. But when our dynamic changes and Benoni wants to be my Daddy, everything I’ve ever believed about myself is shaken. With the age gap between us, how can we ever make this work?

He's twice his size and a lot older, but will Mac let Quentin come out on top? Quentin is searching for…something. Respect. Answers. His identity. Most of all, he’s searching for a man who will let him be in charge, despite the fact that he looks like an elf. But all that will have to wait because right now, he’s searching for shelter after getting stranded in the middle of nowhere, New York, with a massive snowstorm about to hit. He finds an unexpected host in Mac, a man the whole town seems to hate. Mac has secrets…but so does Quentin.

Raffaele Ferrara is probably the most insufferable, domineering man in the world. He doesn’t seem to understand that his personal assistant isn’t actually his personal slave. He expects Nate to do his bidding with a single word. He expects that Nate’s whole life will revolve around him. He expects other, entirely unreasonable things, even though they’re both straight and there’s supposed to be a line your boss should never cross. Apparently, as his personal assistant, Nate has to assist him… personally.

Being a romance writer means drawing inspiration from many things, and when I met Dallin, I knew I had the perfect muse. He was everything women read about—tall, tattooed, and irresistibly delicious. Oh, did I mention successful too? He swept me off my feet and right into his bedroom where he awakened things in me, I had only ever written about. He was the bad boy who rode a motorcycle, and I was the good girl next door, yet together we were perfect. Or so I thought. Dallin wants to share me.

Alexei is lost. On the run from his criminal family, hiding out in Hyde Park, he has no idea what the point or purpose of his life is anymore. Until he’s served coffee by a strange young man, one whom Alexei can’t get out of this head. And when Alexei realizes his favorite barista isn’t quite human after all, his obsession only deepens. Can he use this new knowledge to get even closer to the sweet, strange vampire of his dreams?

Ezra Hamilton hasn't felt the warm spurt of blood flow through his fingers or the indescribable feeling of pushing a knife deep into someone's flesh in a long time. Too long. He's been watching a man stalk women, curious as to what he's doing with them. Ezra's never encountered someone with similar dark tendencies before, and what starts off as genuine curiosity turns into much more when Kaspian turns the tables on him. As their chemistry builds, so does the mistrust. They both know they can't trust a killer, but their inner demons call to each other anyway.

George has needs, a lot of them, and so far, he hasn’t found a man who can meet them. When muggers attack him, he gets help from Jack, a six-foot-four, built-like-a-tree lumberjack. That chance encounter leads to the hottest night George has ever hadBut in the morning, he gets the surprise of his life. Jack might be a beast in bed, but he also has a nurturing side. A Daddy side. George doesn’t need a Daddy, but he’s very interested in continuing to see Jack, so he agrees to experiment with him. Can’t hurt, right? But what happens when two weeks later, Jack has a job to return to…

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.

Mia Brooks needs money, fast. Deep in debt to help pay her sister’s medical bills, her loan shark is coming to collect. Her solution? Auctioning off the one thing she’s been saving—herself.

Tyler Riley never thought he’d get the chance to leave home. In the small, coastal town of Perth, Australia, he can only dream of being the next big hockey star. But as luck would have it, opportunity knocks in the form of a prestigious hockey scholarship. Torn between his devotion to his family and his career, Tyler puts everything on the line to start over halfway across the world.

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.

It all started with a lube mishap, a torrential downpour, and an unwelcome guest in my new condo. How was I to know that the sexy man I threw my wet bra at wasn’t an intruder? Leo is my brother’s best friend and an eternal bachelor who makes my blood boil in all the ways it shouldn’t. Sharing a condo? It’s a disaster waiting to happen. To make matters worse, my best friend, Ethan, moves in too. With his heated looks and possessiveness, I’m starting to realize he might be more than just my best friend. I’m falling for both men, but with rising tensions between them, how can I possibly choose?

They call me Creep and they’re not wrong. I crawl under people’s beds to feel close to them. Tonight, my pick is a pretty blond twink with pink lips and blue eyes. My living fantasy. I meant to enjoy his company in secret, but I can’t just lie there and listen when his boyfriend gets violent. So I crawl out. And I kill the bastard. Now Angel’s a witness to my crime, so… I take him. I’ve never had a lover. Hell, I’ve never even kissed anyone. I’m twisted. Ugly. Unlovable. But now that I’ve tasted Angel, I can’t turn back. I need to make him mine.

Being near him again makes me crazy. I'm supposed to be the college basketball star my father raised me to be, but now I'm focused on a new game. I'm obsessed with watching him, touching him, breaking him. His body, his head, his heart, anything I can get my hands on… I'm gonna take it all until he's got nothing left. And even though he knows exactly what I'm doing to him, he's gonna let me do it anyway.