February 1900

One winter night during a bout of melancholy, the misunderstood Silence “Tom” Apollyon tries to drown himself on a lonely stretch of beach in Norfolk. A stranger, Theodore Harper, drags him safely from the water—not that Tom wants to be saved. Theo, though, is a selkie, a being who has no trouble fishing him out of water.

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David Mills has always secretly yearned for the incredible. Due to his father’s dictates, he’s just settled for what’s proper. But after he makes an egregious mistake and learns his ex-lover is a selkie, everything he pretends to be starts to shatter: he’s forced to admit he’s never been as ordinary as he’s allowed others to think. Perhaps worse, he has to confront his self-built loneliness.

Paul Apollyon sees flashes of the future, yet he can’t predict Alastair Gow bursting into his public house and desperately asking for a place to hide.

Alastair wants to use the cellar, to be precise: a totally normal request from a man who looks like a dashing pirate out of a storybook.

But perhaps there isn’t anything to say to a charming stranger asking to hide in your cellar but yes—and with that, Paul is drawn into sweet intrigue.

Gael has doubts about re-entering the dating scene. Coming out and transitioning has made her happier and healthier than ever before. But “What if?” has a way of bringing back all the old fears. And if dating is a marketplace, Gael can’t imagine she has anything anyone’s buying.

When his uncle runs off to visit Alastair’s grave for the first time, Tom Apollyon finds their family roles reversed: he feels obligated to watch over Paul, who never makes impulsive decisions while drunk.

The catch is The Shuck—not a peaceful cemetery near the sea, just a pub near the sea—actually contains the polite, but unpredictable, spirit of Paul’s former lover.

“Tyler stirs up an intoxicating cocktail composed of equal parts delicious name-dropping gossip, venomous Hollywood satire and steamy boy-meets-boy action." — Publishers Weekly

Prepare to plunge headfirst into the tumultuous, high-stakes world of Bart Caine, a battle-scarred publicist at Sterling Studios, the glittering epicenter of Hollywood’s family entertainment empire. Bart’s workplace is a breeding ground for arrogance and ego, where insufferable celebrities clash with monstrous movie studio executives. At the center of this maelstrom of power and ambition is his vicious boss, Stephanie Hough—a woman hell-bent on power and destroying Bart’s career.

Never in a million years did lean, muscled, competitive figure skater Garry Windsor imagine he’d sink this low—performing nightly in “Gold on Ice,” a glittery, gaudy, touring ice-skating show. Maybe if he hadn’t fallen on his adorable buns with each attempted quad jump during his one-shot Olympic program, he'd be beaming from a cereal box. Garry’s only consolation in the world of theme park tacky is his best friend and fellow skater Jay Logan. When the two aren’t gyrating on the ice, they’re scorching the sheets at every Motel 6 with their male fans, dreaming of rich husbands and life without the soulless frostbite of pro skating.

Dulcit City, Iowa, is about to ignite with the sizzling debut of a new reality TV show that’s as daring as it is tantalizingly sexy. Meet Hamilton Peabody III, the visionary senior programming director whose scandalous past in Hollywood got him booted out of town to the heart of the heartland—and the drama is just beginning.

You’re invited to an exclusive den of iniquity… where Hollywood’s gay stars and power brokers can speed-dial the sex fantasies of their dreams… if they can pay the price. It’s a private connection, so guarded, people would do anything to protect its secret… anything!