Summer, 2003. An easygoing teen skateboarder and his insensitive best friend must navigate their changing friendship when a flirty boy comes between them. ***** Sixteen-year-old Matteo is a simple dude. It's 2003, his brother is fighting in Afghanistan, and his best friend Logan is obsessed with gay jokes, but Matt doesn't like to worry. He just wants to film his skateboard video. Then cute emo boy Quinn applies to work at the skate shop with Matt. Being friends with clever, flirty Quinn is like learning a new skateboard trick: a little bit intimidating but totally (probably) worth the challenge. Now Logan hates Quinn, there's money going missing at the shop, and Matt can't seem to figure out if Quinn might possibly, maybe, want to kiss him back. This summer just got a lot more complicated. ***** *featured in LGBTQ+'s "BxB Teen Fiction", LY's "Love Your Identity", and WattpadNaNoWriMo's "2019 Top Picks" lists* Complete at 59k words.

Jaime Lane definitely wasn't gay. But, he wasn't exactly straight either. In an attempt to satisfy his growing bi-curiosity, Jaime accepts a hookup with a male stranger online. It was going to be his one-time wild moment, an experiment to scratch the itch, and to subsequently forget about the next day. Instead of getting a casual one-night fling, however, Jaime finds himself in a big mess when his annoying, flirty coworker, Isaac, shows up for their date. All Jaime wants now is to erase the awkward encounter from his memory, but he and Isaac can't seem to leave each other alone anymore. And what was supposed to be a small diversion ends up making Jaime question not only his sexuality but everything he thought he wanted.

[ book one of the Sticks and Stones series ] Felix was a freak and Sam was hopelessly in love with him. (BoyxBoy) Highest ranking: #68 in Romance

Let's start the apocalypse.

They all think he’s a vampire. He thinks they’re all idiots. Also, Edward Cullen can kiss his skinny, pale ass.

Memories are never fully forgotten. Even the ones buried deep, deep down in the confines of our minds, waiting for the day when light is shed upon them and the threads in our brains become untangled. Memories, like our society, can become twisted—like shadows of past lives fading into the background. The question is: if these twisted memories are worth remembering in the first place?

it's kind of about addiction, but it's kind of about recovery. it's kind of about heartbreak, but it's kind of about love. it's kind of about dying, but it's kind of about life. mostly it's about a guy who has no idea what the fuck he's doing.