When you’re born without a trace, no one knows you’re a weapon.
I lie for her.
I hunt for her.
I kill for her.
And above all, I betray my mission for her.
Our training taught me to be a sociopath. A machine. A pawn.
But our teachers forgot one important detail:
Pawns shouldn’t have hearts.
Yet we do.
It's not against any formal rule for us to sleep together.
It is, however, strictly forbidden to have feelings for each other.
We are breaking all the rules.
And it feels fantastic.
When you don’t know who you can trust, reality distorts. It twists and oozes, disintegrating and reformulating to meet whatever needs its masters demand.
Just like me.
Just like Kina.
Except everything is different now that we know who we really are.
And that makes love the greatest weapon of all.
Get the entire Stateless boxed set, containing Stateless, Traceless, and Fateless, a complete trilogy featuring Kina and Callum, born and raised to be part of a secret society of spies created by a shadow government.
When the truth turns out to be stranger than any lie, they turn to each other to create their own reality.
Meli Raine writes romantic suspense with hot bikers, intense undercover DEA agents, bad boys turned good, and Special Ops heroes — and the women who love them. Meli rode her first motorcycle when she was five years old, but she played in the ocean long before that. She lives in New England with her family.
Hello there! I'm Jillian, a contemporary MM romance author, and I specialize in stories that are as bingeable as they are beautiful.
When I'm not beneath the waves exploring the world's best dive sites or traveling the globe searching for the next great story idea, I'm at my keyboard, crafting romances that are built to last.
💖 What You'll Find Inside:
•High Tension: Expect complex characters and delicious friction that will keep you glued to the page.
•Slow Burns: I believe the best connections simmer before they ignite. Get ready for all the build-up.
•Guaranteed Happy Endings: I'll put my heroes through the wringer, but they always find their way home to each other.
If you love passion, palpable chemistry, and the kind of romance that travels at the pace of a perfect, sensual slow dance, you’re in the right place!
Asystole is a friends to lovers MM romance between a surgery resident and a helicopter pilot with a bi-awakening and a guaranteed HEA.
LOGAN
I excel at running from my problems and my past.
Unfortunately, I’m also really good at running straight into trouble.
While trying to get as far away as possible from the man who broke my heart, I ended up sharing an apartment with his fiancé’s best friend.
I’m determined to keep Chase at arm’s length, but Chase is determined to get inside my skin. Who knew straight guys with long term girlfriends were so into platonic cuddling?
Chase’s stressful days as a medical resident have me doting like an eager housewife—which is ridiculous…
Until we cross a line, and I’m left wondering what’s crazier: Chase still thinking he’s straight, or me thinking this could end in anything other than heartbreak.
CHASE
Ninety-hour weeks as a general surgery resident leave me hollow and mentally fried, so when running into an old acquaintance offers me a break I desperately need, I jump at the opportunity.
As the Life Flight helicopter pilot for Boston Memorial, I expected to see Logan from time to time.
What I wasn’t expecting was to become his roommate so soon after reconnecting.
Nor was I expecting my platonic feelings for him to turn into something… more.
I blame it on my need for physical touch and the long-distance relationship I have with my girlfriend.
Until a kiss with Logan at the stroke of a New Year’s midnight changes everything.
I need Logan in ways I never imagined, but by the time I figure that out, it may be too late.
Asystole is book one in the Boston Memorial series. It can be read as a complete standalone but does feature characters from—and contains light spoilers for—Avalanche (Part of the Ricochet Ridge series).
They both gave each other exactly what they needed. Logan helps Chase realise he can follow his own dreams instead of living in the box his parents created for him, while Chase shows Logan what it feels like to truly be loved. And all the beautiful cuddling! They fit so easily together I couldn’t get enough!!!!
It’s a beautiful slow burn, seeing these men grow into their love for each other made me cry happy tears! Extremely emotional in parts! The understanding of Chase’s parents was a complete surprise . Marcy—- my heart!!!! This story blew me away 10 Stars for this magnificent story!
Raleigh Ruebins writes steamy MM love stories with small towns, big egos, and men who should know better... but they fall hard anyway. Her favorite characters are guys who deserve their happily-ever-afters, even if they're rough around the edges--real, flawed, but always with hearts of gold.
Roman and Tate's intense, steamy, and obsessive romance had me hooked from the start! I loved watching their walls slowly come down as Roman's bodyguard assignment turned into something so much deeper. The protectiveness that Roman showed towards Tate was absolutely incredible . Their connection is written wonderfully bringing all the visuals and tenderness together. A lot of tension, feelings, and thoughtfulness throughout this book.
Length: 342 pages Series: The London Arts Club, Book 2 (standalone title in series) Prior Reading: not required Genre: Contemporary, New Adult/College, Rom-Com Tropes: forced proximity, opposites attract, millionaire, and fake dating Trigger/Content Warnings: "Although this is a light-hearted romcom, please note this novel includes descriptions of anxiety and depression, panic attacks, bipolar disorder, hospitalization, adult situations, reference to self-harm, alcohol use." Designer: Mayhem Cover Creations
When recent uni grad Matty Gowen-Smith, a talented painter and not so talented bartender, spills a tray of drinks on a hot-shot investor, Florian de Ligt, he’s left with no choice to make amends. Especially after Matty ruins Florian’s suit on a big night out for Florian’s birthday.
Trying to make things right, broke artist Matty offers Florian his only suit in a desperate effort to not get fired from his job. Conveniently, Matty is flat sitting around the corner, where his one prized suit awaits his friend’s wedding next weekend. Not so conveniently, they are soon trapped together in an elevator at Matty’s flat, and things rapidly go from bad to worse until landing on an uneasy truce.
Which is where a pact is born to come right from this mess. Florian needs a date for an upcoming art gala, a world he knows little about. Matty desperately needs a respectable date for his friend’s Brighton wedding to prove he’s a success in his new London life.
Two fake dates and an unexpected kiss later, fake feelings begin to feel a bit too much like real feelings. Which wouldn’t be a problem if Florian wasn’t so determined to dismantle Matty’s art community by redeveloping a popular local art gallery into luxury condos. An art gallery which may give Matty the solo exhibition he’s dreamt of to launch his art career. And now Matty must choose between his community or what might be a real chance at love…
In the Frame, the standalone second book in The London Arts Club series by Hayden Stone, features forced proximity, opposites attract, boy next door, and fake dating in a fun new adult romcom.
The fact is I’m kind of a shit bartender in a not-so-shit London bar. A popular bar full of discerning hipsters with deep pockets and others who want to be seen. It’s my first Saturday night working here at my new job. Which is exactly what I need to be doing to bring in some cash, and not spending money I can’t afford on supplies from the local art shop around the corner in Soho.
Forget that my new boss has all the makings of a tyrannical dictator—one who already has me nestled comfortably in his crosshairs. It’s not all smooth sailing despite the luxurious queer glamour of Ivan’s. Dramatic high-coffered ceilings soar overhead with gleaming chandeliers, and chic paintings from highly successful contemporary artists hangs on dark walls. The last part’s like artisanal sea salt in a career-shaped wound.
I have no idea why they hired me. Aside from me technically being qualified for the job. And also technically having the right references.
I mean, they obviously needed another bartender, after one of their old ones left. Which is a reasonable thing for a bar to want to keep running smoothly and keep their customers in suggestively named cocktails, like Get Your Freak On or BangerBaby or classics like Sex on the Beach. But just because I gave them my resumé doesn’t automatically mean I’m the best man for the job.
Never mind. I’m here now and I need to get on with it. The paycheck will make up for my current suffering, and, at best, low-key competence.
Around me, the upscale bar glows with burnished wood counters, gleaming glassware, and a stylishly imposing pink neon display (saying you have arrived and it reminds me a little of Tracey Emin’s works in neon), accompanied by a thousand bottles of premium, backlit spirits on the brick wall behind me that the finest of London’s equally premium queers will enjoy. Backlighting optional.
Clenching my jaw, I wring the bar cloth into the sink, rinse it, and give the counter in front of me a quick wipe, because I inadvertently slopped some ale when I should have slid the glass over with a certain panache expected of a bartender in a place like this. With every last drop of said ale staying within the confines of its glassware.
Except I panicked, because nerves.
Because Saturday night. Because there are hot men everywhere, where the hotness per capita rating is off the charts—to the point there should be a public health warning and an exclusion zone for the susceptible to distraction, like me. It’s definitely the sort of hotspot in London where people go when they want to be noticed. The occasional celeb makes their way through here too, tipping off the paparazzi who wait outside. There’re regularly high numbers of influencers in Ivan’s, all vying for social media clout.
Meanwhile, the remaining froth I missed looks obscene on the walnut bar. I wring out the cloth one more time for luck.
People in the queue for drinks are thankfully looking at the mess and not at me. In my crisp white shirt and black waistcoat and pressed trousers, I at least look the part like the rest of the wait staff, if not the clientele. In fairness to me, I do tidy up quite nicely when I try.
Except I’ve got no chill, especially not tonight.
I dived into this book and didn’t come up for air until I finished! Both Matty and Florian are so loveable, and the way they meet is written brilliantly—I could visualise the whole disaster! Matt has graduated from UNI and moved to London to pursue his painting but ended up bar tending . Florian a highly successful property developer who sees things in black and white! They’re complete opposites, but their fake dating soon starts to feel like something much more. When a big problem arises, Matty refuses to see Florian’s side, but as the story unfolds so does the problem. I could visualise Brighton easily as I used to live at Eastbourne a short distance apart! An extremely fun read with fantastic chemistry between these two. I loved it!
about the author:
More animal than mineral, Hayden Stone is a writer of queer adult romcoms with spice. He currently lives in Victoria, Canada, and has previously lived in Vancouver, Canada and London and Cambridge, UK. He doesn’t think it’s possible to have too many books or too much stationery. 🏳️🌈🏳️⚧️ Pronouns: he/him/his.
