everyone! We’re the authors of Campus Cravings, a MM bundle releasing
8/25. Thanks so much for hosting us during our release week, or, if
you’re a reader, for taking the time to read this! We really appreciate
The stories are interrelated, so you’ll see characters from stories
appear in others, notice many of the same buildings being used etc. That
was a lot of fun for us to write and we hope you enjoy that aspect too!
seasons of academic fun—from the first students arriving in Fall, to
winter holidays, to March Madness and Spring Flings, to Summer
loving—there’s something for every part of the academic year.
pairings—whether you like friends-to-lovers, enemies-to-lovers, reunion
romances, May-December pairings, first love, or hot-for-teacher
flirtations, you are bound to find some of your favorite tropes! And if that’s not enough, there are hot athletes, sophisticated professors, activist heroes, and lots more!
galore—soccer, hockey, basketball, equestrian and more! Join the
authors and the characters as we root for the Cathia Cougars!
favorite m/m romance authors including L.A. Witt, Sara York, Cassandra
Carr, Annabeth Albert, Bianca Sommerland, Whitley Gray, Dalton Diaz,
Mia Downing, and KyAnn Waters.
Ollie shrugged, an insolent lift of surprisingly wide shoulders inside a
too-big shirt. “I mean not all day. But sure, you want me to be a slave
for an hour or something, I can take it.”
firecracker exploded, hot want raining down on Edwin, sparking against
his skin. Anything. Ollie-as-slave images began to run on repeat in his
brain, Ollie getting considerably less clothing with each pass. Edwin
could ask for anything, and it would just be a joke to Ollie—a lark to
be laughed over later, no more of a big deal than opening up with a can
of silly string or shorting his sheets every night for a week.
my god. Would it work? Could he use something like this—a stupid bet on
stupid basketball—to exorcise the Ollie demons that had plagued him
for years, all without having to admit how he felt about Ollie? Because
while Ollie had been busy with the jock-crush-of-the-month plan, Edwin
had been hung up on Ollie. For three and a half years. If a stupid bet
could shake Edwin free, then it was worth having to learn something
Ollie clambered off the bed, springs squeaking as he hit the floor.
“You’ll see. This is going to be a great couple of weeks! So what are we
going to play for this week? If my bracket does better by Sunday night, you send an email supporting the next watch party and you show up. And if you win…”
want a kiss.” The words escaped Edwin before he could call them back,
before he could temper them with logic or suppress them with reality.