Possum Hollow

Cade I always thought of Silas Rush as my biggest rival on the track and a stuck-up loner off of it. He and his fancy pro career left our crappy hometown in the dust before high school even finished, and then I didn't think of him much at all. I was too busy trying to keep my little sisters from turning into addicts like our mom, and myself from turning into a rage-junkie like our dad. All while keeping food on the table. Now he's back, reminding me of all the things I don't have, just like he always did. Except now we're both adults. And when I… y'know… talk to the guy for once, it looks like my teenage self might have been too distracted to see all the things that Silas didn't have as well. After catching him at his lowest possible moment, my heart goes out to the guy I used to hate. All my anger turns to guilt, and instead of a rival, I somehow end up with a socially awkward new best friend who's just as screwed up as I am. Which I can handle. I can admit when I'm wrong. As long as things between us don't get any more complicated or confusing, I can handle it. Silas I have a very camera-ready smile. Dad always told me if I wanted to make my pro motocross career stick, I needed to get over all the awkwardness and anxiety that ruined high school for me and learn to act like a real boy for the public. Never mind that I didn't want to be a pro rider, smile for the camera, or live life with Dad on the road and never know what it's like to have a real friend or-gasp-relationship. Years and years of motocross training, publicity training, and all-the-rest-of-it training, I still don't have a life, and one stupid mistake has left my precious career in the toilet. The last person I expect to pull me out of this hole is Cade Waters. I'm pretty sure everyone hated me in high school, but Cade was front and center. Which sucked, because, with everyone else, he was sunshine personified. I was always the only person who sparked that anger in him, and I never even knew how I did it. So, when Cade not only swoops in to help me in my darkest moment but decides to abandon our childhood rivalry and adopt me as his newest bestie/pity project, I'm not sure how to take it. What I do know is that after a lifetime of having nothing I really wanted, all it takes is one glimpse of Cade's life to get me hooked. He's a mess, sure, just like I am. But all that sunshine… I want to grab onto it with both hands and never let go. No matter how confusing that feeling may be. Stupid Dirty is a high-heat, high-angst M/M romance about dirt bikes, childhood trauma, and figuring out how to love someone the best way you can. For mature listeners.

Ford People in this town avoid me-which is exactly how I like it. In my experience, people bring nothing but problems. It was just me and my dad since I was eight years old, and now that he's gone, I'm doing fine on my own. My muteness, the fact that I look like a pro wrestler with an attitude problem, and the scars on my face that the town has gossiped about for twenty years all do wonders to discourage anyone from trying to get close. Until Tristan. He's a friend of an acquaintance… barely. But still, he has no problem smashing into my life like the Kool-Aid man and deciding to set up camp for no reason other than sheer willful brattiness. It's been a long time since I've interacted with anyone outside of work. And here's this gorgeous, incredibly frustrating man who keeps following me around. It's impossible to tell if he's flirting with me, befriending me, or setting me up for some sort of long-con practical joke. I don't even know which one of those options I want to be true. All I know is that the more Tristan hangs around, the more he sucks me into his chaos, and the more difficult I find it to go back to my normal, quiet life. Even when things start to get dangerous. Tristan I've run away from a lot of places in my life. Possum Hollow may have started as another attempt to avoid my problems, but I've kind of fallen in love with the place. I'm not getting any younger, and one day I would actually like to have a life. Maybe. When the concept of that seems less daunting. It's kind of depressing being in your thirties and realizing your entire personality boils down to a lot of interesting anecdotes about the stuff you've done. When I meet Ford, something about him just… clicks. I have no idea why. He's big and mean and clearly hates me, but something in my brain lights up and decides that he is exactly what I've been missing in my life. I'll turn everything upside down to get to know him better. I don't know how I want him to fit into my life or why. I just know that I do. And I know that he's going to keep objecting, but if ten years in the military taught me anything, it's patience. The only problem is that when I get excited about something, I tend to get a little carried away. And my desperate need to capture Ford's attention drags us into the seedier side of Possum Hollow. One that I didn't even know existed. I want to impress Ford with my eclectic skills, without letting him know about the shady and slightly depressing childhood that spawned them. Instead, I crash-land us right into the middle of the criminal underbelly of the town that was supposed to be my escape from all that. 68 Whiskey is a high-heat M/M romance featuring first responders, childhood trauma, and guys who have no idea how to communicate. Tropes include insta-lust, grumpy/psychotic sunshine, and oodles of hurt/comfort. For mature listeners.

Tobias I moved home to take care of my grandmother. Instead, I got caught up with the worst kind of people in town, and now, I'm the personal punching bag for a member of the mafia who has no intention of ever letting me go. He doesn't care about me. He cares about what he owns. I used to care about things like staying alive or trying to be a good man, but the longer this goes on, the harder it is to see a future different from this. I don't even have friends in this town. The only person I could possibly run to is a bartender I barely know. Gunnar watches me a lot. He doesn't speak very often, but the way he watches me, I know he cares. He's probably the only person who does. It's not like I could really ask him for help, though. He's a stranger, and Eamon isn't a normal guy. He's violent and unpredictable. Anyone who tries to "save" me will be putting themselves right in his crosshairs. Maybe some people just aren't meant to be free. Gunnar I hated Possum Hollow when I was growing up here. But now that I'm older and wiser, I'm able to see it for what it is. Poor and remote, sure. Full of some toxic attitudes? Sometimes. But there are also a lot of amazing people here, and I do more good trying to change the culture than running away. Which is why I came back and started a business that was meant to be a refuge for people like me who weren't welcome anywhere else. But I was also supposed to keep myself distant from them. Give people a safe space, but not get tied up in their problems. Especially not the problems of someone who is way too young, way too pretty, and way, way too damaged for me to be getting attached to. What can I say? I was never very good at setting boundaries. And Tobias needs someone in his corner more than anyone I've ever met. As long as I don't fall in love with him, everything will be just fine. Running Feral is a small town age gap M/M romance about moving on from an abusive relationship. Tropes include black cat/cinnamon roll, found family, and hurt/comfort. It is book three in the Possum Hollow series and features many of the same side characters, but can be enjoyed as a standalone. It also overlaps with book one of the Sins of the Banna series. For mature listeners.