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Whose brilliant idea was it to build university housing next to one of Franklin U’s most notorious party frats? I’m a real student—the kind who actually came to college to learn, not some dumb frat bro who sees Franklin U as a four-year challenge to consume the most booze and throw out the best pick-up line. Their all-hours lifestyle is driving me crazy. Not to mention, the jerks keep taking my assigned parking spot. But the worst offender might be Cory Ingram.

I’ve had a crush on my brother’s best friend since the moment I laid eyes on him four years ago. Warner Ramsey is 225 pounds of pure hotness, a media darling, and one of the best NFL quarterbacks in the league. Hell, he’s the reason I figured out I’m solidly bi. It was easy to keep my crush under control when I was in college. Now, we play for the same team, and every time he talks smack, I want to shut him up. With my mouth.

Living with four other guys, it's bound to happen. Every guy's been caught taking care of business at least once, right? It shouldn't be a big deal. But I don't know Eric as well as my other roommates, and things are a little awkward now. He's a loner. A mystery. Quietly confident. Smart. Sexy as hell. I've been happily subsisting on the typical frat guy diet of booze and sorority girls. But the way Eric looked at me that night? There was something there. Something that's got me curious. Something that's stirring up feelings I thought I'd left behind for good.

I’ve been the NFL’s “problem child” since my rookie year. If there’s trouble, I’ll find it. But my biggest weakness has always been Houston McRae. We were secretly together in college before it blew up in our faces. So when I see him again years later, you’d think I’d know better than to end up in an airport bathroom stall tearing his clothes off.

“You’re a vigilante in an argyle sweater”. Straight-laced psychologist Tobias is an expert in the deviant behavior of others but a novice when it comes to his latest endeavor: Serial killer. After years of high-profile kills and mentoring numerous other assassins, laid-back Soren lives his life in a state of semi-permanent vacation. He comes out of an early retirement to help out a friend, only to set off sparks with the renowned psychologist when they discover they’re hunting the same man.

Smart-mouthed hacker Caspian escaped an abusive home at 16. Now he's one of the most sought-after black-hat hackers in the world. Jonah is a ruthless contract killer with only one weakness: the vibrant runaway he took in years ago, Caspian. But Cas bailed when he turned 18, and Jonah has maintained a steady diet of eat, kill, sleep since then. A threat to Cas' life brings him back years later - not as the boy Jonah remembers, but as a hardened computer hacker with a price on his head and a list of names everybody wants.

Two strangers. One secret encounter. A whole lotta forbidden chemistry. It was supposed to be an anonymous thrill, fueled by raw desire. No strings, just the escape we both craved. The last thing I need is complications, especially from a casual hookup. That was the plan. Except now, he's not just some guy from a night I can't forget. He's in front of my class...teaching it. Turns out life has some unexpected lessons in store for me, and my professor is holding the syllabus. Suddenly, what was supposed to be simple is anything but.

Messy-haired, soulful-eyed, off-kilter lyricist Les Graves holds tight to the hedonist’s credo of consumption in every avenue of life. He has trouble staying still, trouble staying sober, trouble turning down a good time - but put a pen in his hand, and he’ll set a page on fire. Music was Evan Porter’s ticket out of the backwater mud puddle he was born in. Every ounce of sweat has been devoted to making Porter & Graves a success. He’s the level-head, the quiet maestro, the seatbelt keeping Les from flying too far out of control. And he’s getting tired of playing savior.

Two rivals. One law internship. A whole lot of objectionable activity. It wasn’t always this way between us. We were best friends growing up. Competitive? Yeah. Ruthless? Definitely. Neither of us liked to lose. But the intense chemistry? That’s new. The hatred in his eyes? That’s new, too. I should let it go. There’s too much bad blood between our families. Between us. But I can’t. I don’t think he can, either. Now we’re gunning for the same internship. If he thinks I’ll back down, he’s dead wrong. Once upon a time, I lost everything. I won’t let it happen again.

Madigan has spent his life indulging in the world’s most hedonistic pursuits, his skills as a sharpshooting killer-for-hire paying his way. Azrael, an assassin referred to as the Angel of Death, is a chemist and a loner, his poisons as lethal as they are undetectable.

I get crushes the way some people get seasonal allergies. And sharing a house with four hot roommates is like being stuck in permanent spring. Too bad I keep getting friend-zoned. But it’s senior year now, and I’m done pining for the impossible. Time to live it up and go out with a bang. Or a lot of bangs.

I’ve hated spoiled, cocky Patrick Whitt since the first time I saw him at football camp when we were kids. Once we made it to the NFL, of course, he landed on the LA Royals, the biggest rivals of my team, the Denver Rush. Everything about him rubs me the wrong way…until one unexpected night, we happen to rub each other the right way, and suddenly I can’t get enough of him.

I have no sympathy for slackers like Josh Pickett, who think that just because they're athletes they can skate by and leave the academic heavy-lifting to nerds like me. And especially not slackers who've already left me hanging on a class project once before, forcing me to finish it solo. Any guesses who that might've been? Nope. Not one ounce of sympathy. So when I'm assigned to tutor him in physics, I tell him flat out I'm not gonna go easy on him. I won't be swayed by his ridiculously sexy dimpled smile. Or the fact that he actually shows up for our sessions.

I gave the rumor mill fodder for a lifetime the day I walked away from a lucrative music career without explanation. People can talk all they like; my record stores are my lifeblood now, and I'm devoted solely to keeping them afloat in the digital age. There's just one little thing distracting me: an Earth-dwelling sunbeam named Owen Harper. I don't know what I was thinking when I hired him. In fact, maybe, I wasn't thinking, at all.