Love in a time of no muffins and some evil. I have the best luck ever; it’s terrible. You want it? It’s yours. But ask: Do you like being bored ALL the time because there are no challenges ever? Do you like being surrounded by people because no one will ever leave you alone? (Even in the bathroom, you’ll need to invest in some really good locks.) Do you want to be a virgin for the rest of your life because no one thinks they’re good enough for you? No? Me either! I have the worst luck ever, It’s terrible. You want it? It’s yours. You get a lot of scars out of the deal. The campus darling is annoying. And beautiful. And smells like a garden after the rain. He’s the worst. And he’s a muffin thief. F\\k that guy. A Really Gay Book is set in the A Really Gay Villain Christmas Series. It’s a 30,000-word enemies-to-lovers story with possessiveness, extreme size difference, steamy times, and found family. (What’s a little bit of evil among family, right?)

\\\Like all the books in the Really Gay Villain Christmas Series, this can be read as a standalone story.* Someone is going to lose a toe. Smart as a whip with the morals of an alleycat. I’ve heard it a million times. But will my smarts be enough to catch the heart of the local animal shelter director? He’s pretty. And kind. And caring. And have you seen those pecs? What’s a tiny evil genius to do? Dumb as an ox with the heart of a lion. I’ve heard it a million times. But am I good enough for someone a hundred times smarter than me? He’s cute. And sweet. And an inventor. And his hair is bunny-soft. What’s an animal-loving giant to do?Missiletoe is the first Really Gay Villain Christmas Series book that’s actually about Christmas! Like the first book, this one is full of found family feels, evil plots to “protect the world,“ ridiculous shenanigans, fuzzy cuteness, size difference, and, of course, those jealous/possessive characters that have become a trademark of Zile Elliven's work.This book can be read as a standalone but is part of a larger series.

A classic tale where two suicidal people meet, fall in love, and try to keep each other from killing themselves, but, like, in a funny way. Echo: “Well-adjusted considering what you’ve been through.” That’s what my therapist likes to tell me. If well-adjusted means following dangerous people to secluded areas in the hopes they'll off me, then yes. I am the picture of mental health. What’s a boy to do when his erstwhile (almost) murderer gets murdered? Definitely not stalk the murderer. Or openly set up camp on his front lawn. Or tell him that, since he foiled a perfectly good suicide, he now owes me a murder. Vale: “Dangerous sociopath. Kill on sight.” That’s what my old captors like to say. I mean, they’re not wrong. Killing just feels so good, but science feels even better, and sleep is a gift from the gods, so murder usually takes a backseat for me. So what am I supposed to do when I eat the wrong person and his victim comes after me, demanding I finish the job? Definitely not break into his house and sleep in his bed when he’s not around. Or order a shipment of groceries to him every week to make sure he eats properly. Or tell him that I plan on spending the rest of his life following him around to keep him safe.