Ceramic artist Robbie Hawthorne is dedicated not only to his art, but to keeping the arts center and school housed at his family's ancestral estate vibrant and flourishing. But when the family runs into financial trouble and a heartless corporation offers to buy the estate to turn it into an amusement park, Robbie has to get creative to try to stop them.

Nick Turner has always been the big, shy, silent type. He's always let his metalwork and blacksmithing skills speak for him. But now, as a widower with two small children to raise in the midst of the eccentric Hawthorne family and a sculpture that needs completing to make the deadline for a national competition, he knows he's in over his head.

Most people would love Alec's life: great job, hot boyfriend, and a beautiful brownstone in DC;s gay mecca, Dupont Circle. But within a single night, things change . . . His best friend, Demarco, supports Alec's bold decision of seeking a new perspective . . . a change that begins across the country, in a cabin atop Beulah Mountain. Alec was not looking for a man . . . wanted nothing of the sort. But a strong-willed cowboy named Tyler enters his life as spontaneous as the snow of Montana's winter.

Rafe Hawthorne is a master glassblower with a commitment problem. He loves his life of artistic and romantic freedom, but the older he gets, the more he realizes he needs help to reach the heights of the glass world. As much as he hates to admit it, his old rival, Jake Mathers, might be the only person who can help him level up his career.

In Peter's eyes, Damon Prince was a lot of things. 1. A fierce, dangerously capable alpha. 2. An annoyingly (endearingly) protective asshat. 3. The sexiest man on the planet. (He was a pretty good kisser too.) Damon would argue that Peter ought to add big, bad wolf to the list. Emphasis on the bad part. Damon had never made to hide the fact that he was the villain in the strange, supernatural turn Peter's life had taken since being bitten. He had shoved that little tidbit down Peter's throat even.

I never thought after spending a week in Coral Pointe with my cousin, helping at his friends' wedding, that I'd be back in this small town. Life in Sacramento is already lonely, but when my mom finds out my secret and uses it to hurt me in the worst way, all I want is to be where acceptance and love are as vast and dependable as the horizon. The place where the most beautiful hazel eyes I've ever seen are only a town away.

Theo Mathis doesn’t regret defying the general manager during his brief stint on the Seattle Rainiers last season. The rainbow tape on his stick cost him dearly, but he’d do it again in a heartbeat… even though it means he’ll never get called up from the minors again while that GM is at the helm. Then a flood of injuries leaves Seattle desperate for players, and Theo gets called up after all. But he’s warned: provoke the GM again, and he will regret it. Except stick tape wasn’t the only line Theo skated over, and the temptation to cross it again has nothing to do with spite.

Bad breakups happen. Sometimes, they hurt, and other times they're downright deadly. I spent the last year trying to keep my head above wave after wave of heartache. I focused on my band, my friends, and my cat. I wasn't living, but I was surviving without Eli. That all changed because he's back. And he's with someone else. As if seeing him with another person wasn't bad enough, he hasn't changed. He's still the same addict I fell in love with. I don't know if I can forgive him for it, either. But the heart wants what it wants, and I don't think mine will ever stop begging for his.

Xavier swore he'd never move back to the flyspeck of a town he'd grown up in and he kept that promise for over twenty years. Now, he's back for good. Vincent never left. After college, he stayed in town to be close to his elderly parents. These days he's the single dad of a fifteen-year-old daughter and working two jobs. He's perfectly happy with his life. Right? Xavier's new mission is to breathe life back into Cooper Springs, but his stodgy, straight-laced, rule-following neighbor, Vincent Barone—is getting in the way.

Three years ago, Gray Nolan lost all hope of ever seeing his friends and family again. Now, everyone was gathering to watch him become Gray Quinn. At long last. But before his and Darius's big day, they had one more mission to undertake. Just a simple in-and-out stint. Nothing to worry about. Certainly nothing as challenging as a two-day bachelor party featuring a pack of wild children, three best men in charge with an abundance of creativity, a hockey game between the younger whippersnappers and the more . . . seasoned grunts, and a very open bar.

Martin quits his job, sells his house, and buys a set of fixer-upper cabins on the coast. There's just one teensy problem. Along with the property comes a very angry man. Nicholas Waugh had his own scare. With no home to call his own, he finagles a security gig keeping an eye on a set of vacant cabins. The deal comes with a free one-year lease–and he's not leaving a day sooner. Fifteen years of teaching, and patience is second nature to Martin. But Nick is giving Martin a run for his money.

Despite being unanimously projected to go first overall in the upcoming NHL Draft, Noah Anderson wants nothing more than to get the Draft over with so he can escape his dad's unrelenting criticism and establish himself outside the rivalry he's never tried to fuel. Alex Valencia can handle getting picked second after a guy touted as the next Gretzky—but he can't wrap his head around the fact that Noah is the one friend he can't make.

When seventeen-year-old Patrick Roman is offered a scholarship to a top hockey preparatory school, he thinks maybe his notorious bad luck has finally ended. With a hearing for his legal emancipation on the horizon, he dreams of getting scouted and securing a place on a D1 college team. There's only one problem: Roman has serious beef with his new winger on the team, Damien Bordeaux. Roman, with his buzzcut and tattoos, has nothing in common with trust-fund-kid Damien.

My name is Icarus for a reason. If there's a way to screw up a plan, I'm your man. Case in point: Falling for the man I'm supposed to seduce and ferry to his death. Adam Devlin, aka the Devil. A vigilante ex-cop and a thorn in the side of the mobster blackmailing me.

In a race against time, Gray didn't allow himself to consider defeat. He refused. They couldn't lose now. Darius had to be okay. Oh God, he had to be okay. One minute and twelve seconds had passed since the guys in the compound had started collapsing, and Gray could hear Darius in his mind, calling him knucklehead in that sharp tone that demanded attention. Pull it together, focus, get the job done. So with his heart threatening to pound its way out of his rib cage, Gray let this final task become his one and only mission.