Gavin: Hunter is my best friend. Nothing more. Sure, he’s a hot, charming, scatterbrained little ball of perfect, and he protected me when I needed it most. But to him, I’m just an old friend. I moved to the city long ago to try to forget that I’m a little bit completely in love with him. But when work pulls me back to our small island hometown, it’s like stepping into a time machine to ten years ago. Suddenly, Hunter is my entire world again. His eyes, his lips, his mischievous smile. He’s ten times more irresistible, and a million times more trouble. He doesn’t think anything of it when he kisses me one late summer night. Forbidden for years, and now he’s right in my lap. To him, it’s just reckless fun. But I’m done for. Because he’s the only thing that feels like home. Hunter: Ever since Gavin became a successful hot shot in the city, he felt more like a stranger than my best friend. Where was the shy, sweet guy I used to stick up for in school? The person who could tell me anything? Now he’s swooped back into our hometown, threatening to change the island forever. But we like our small town just the way it is. I should be fighting against Gavin and everything his company wants to do. ...But I’m no good at “should.” Instead, I end up with my lips on his. ...And then pulling him into bed. And God, now I only want more. Everyone in town tells me to stay away, but Gavin hits a spot that no one else has. A little secret, wicked-hot fun with a friend never hurt anything. Right? Come Home is a 70,000-word gay romance about two friends who should be enemies but fall in love instead. It features summer nights by the water, boozy milkshakes, bad decisions, and a very good dog named Meatball.

Caleb: Nobody’s better at being alone than me. I’ve perfected the art of isolation: I go to work at Luna’s Diner, come home, and I definitely don’t go on dates anymore. But then Beck walked into my diner looking like the textbook definition of a hot, single dad—tall, bearded, and the kindest eyes this side of the Rockies. And I let my guard down for the first time in years. He’s straight, but soon he wants to keep me close. In-bed-together close. I’d forgotten just how good it could feel. But I have no room in my life for a crush, let alone a relationship. My past broke me into pieces, and I’m only now starting to pick them back up. I’m not going to let myself fall for him. Even though he’s the first person I’ve been comfortable with in years. Even though he wants me, too, on lonely nights. Even though his touch makes me ache. Beck: Since moving to Kinley Island, I’ve been living like a shadow. I’m divorced and single for the first time in fifteen years, and my days have been as drab and routine as the rainy weather outside. And then one late night at my regular diner, everything changed. The mysterious, tattooed man behind the counter opened up to me—flirted with me—and I flirted back. I’ve never been into men, but I can’t keep my eyes off Caleb—he’s beautiful, intense, and broken, and now I feel a desperate urge to fix him. But I also just got a phone call I never expected: my sixteen-year-old daughter is coming to stay with me for the summer. After living like a bachelor all year, I have no clue how to be a single parent. Caleb offers to help me, and of course I say yes. But now I’m starting to feel addicted to him. His body. His lips. His touch. Is it possible to like a friend too much?

Alex: Nobody knows the real me. I didn’t choose to be famous or wealthy, and I’ve seen firsthand how the media ruins lives—including mine. So I keep everything secret, controlled, and undisclosed. Especially the fact that I’m attracted to men. And then Landon Luna breaks right through my shell. He’s a whirling tornado of flirtation, blond hair, and irresistible lips. He’s a ray of sunshine in my lonely life, and I desperately need to keep him close. But he refuses to sign my contract. And now every time his lips touch mine, it's dangerous. So why can't I stop? With a reporter following my every move, the pressure is on. I need to keep things locked down. Need to keep myself under control. But I also need Landon—body and soul. And no matter the danger, no matter the risk, I get what I want. Even if it costs me everything. Landon: I’ve spent my whole life falling in love too fast. It’s the same story every time: I meet hot guys, I fall so deep, I give them everything… and then they run away. But then I meet Alex Aldridge. Alex is everything I’ve daydreamed about since boyhood—wicked hot, brooding, and secretly passionate as hell. He’s an heir to a technology empire, but behind all his money, he's got an ocean of secrets. Like the fact that he's into men. And the fact that he wants me. There's just one catch: Alex forbids me from telling a single soul that I'm seeing him. And he offers me an exorbitant sum of money to ensure my silence. The offer stings—but the thought of losing him hurts even more. Because after falling into bed with him, I've started falling in love. I’ve never been good at secrets. Especially ones that hurt. But I don’t think I can let him go.

Chances of a guy like him wanting a nerd like me? Zero point zero zero six percent. Approximately. Charlie: Computers have always made more sense than people do. But I fall asleep next to my laptop in bed every night, wishing I had someone warm to hold. When I was forced to attend a holiday work party, I was a nervous wreck, but determined to make a good impression. Then Dean Aldridge showed up just in time to find me breaking the rules, complete with whiskey dripping down my chin. And he was one million times hotter in person than in the magazines. I was an awkward mess. Dean was cocky, flirty, and every bit the playboy I expected. I never thought he’d look twice at a guy like me, but now I know that Dean’s reputation for being hot as fire in bed is true. When he finds out I’ll be alone for Christmas, he invites me to his family’s cabin. I can’t say no. I don’t have much experience, but I know his body is addictive. I can’t stop, even though I've never done this before. Small problem: I’m falling for him. Hard. And for once, this isn’t something I can hack my way out of. Dean: I don’t go for quiet, shy, awkward guys. I’m the life of the party, and I need someone on my level. Someone experienced like me. So why do I want Charlie so badly? Two words: Hot. Nerd. It doesn’t take long before we collide in bed. On the floor, actually, because Charlie is way filthier than he seems. He’s more than just pure lust under all the awkward, though. He’s worked his way into my heart and head. Once I’ve had a taste of him, I don’t want anyone else—even though I don’t do relationships. When I learn he'll be spending Christmas alone due to a broken family life, I can’t help but invite him to my family's cabin. He says he only needs me physically, but for the first time, I might be catching feelings.