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****Four HotHoles: (Hot Assholes, as they were dubbed by everyone in Todos Santos.) It was three months before graduation, and they were all seniors, a possible excuse for their behavior. Except they’d been this way since the first day."****

Jamie Followhill

A god, mature adult ,polite and impersonal, The Stalker.

“Jaime looked like the lovechild of Ryan Gosling and Channing Tatum, and I was not making this shit up. (Side note: This would be a great idea for a M/M romance novel. I’d totally read it, anyway.) Sandy-blond hair tied into a low, messy bun, indigo eyes, and the body of a male stripper. Seriously, the kid was so ripped, his guns were the size of f*****g bowling balls. He was a walking, talking cliché of the prom king in a 90s movie. A baller who had every girl’s attention at All Saints High…”-Melody Greene

“You talk back,” he said. “You’re cold and stubborn. Sad and snarky. I like your brand of weird. The whole package.” He drew an imaginary circle with his finger around my face, leaning into me. “But most of all…” he breathed, placing a gentle kiss on the corner of my lips. “I like the chase. You make me sweat somewhere besides a football field. Turns out…that’s the exercise I’ve been looking for.” -Jamie Followhill

“When I heard how you had to drop out of Julliard, I wanted to die for you. I had a feeling teaching wasn’t your calling. I kept thinking about eighteen-year-old you. My age. Your heart broken by bad luck, shattered by an accident that’d left more than a physical scar.” -Jamie Followhill

“Is it true that you’ll always be mine?” He lowers his mouth to my ear, his warm breath tickling my skin.“It’s a truth. And sometimes, when you piss me off, it’s a dare. But it’s my life, and you’re a part of it. Always and forever,” I say.“Always and forever,” he repeats, and I hold on to my anchor, squeezing it—and my real-life anchor—hard. -Jamie Followhill & Melody Greene

“Why the anchor?” she parrots me, grinning as she rubs her thirty-six-week belly, staring at it lovingly as if she can already see our newborn daughter. “Because sometimes, it’s nice to feel like there’s someone who can save you.” -Melody Greene

Baron ‘Vicious’ Spencer

The world’s biggest jerk,perfectly imperfect, flawlessy flawed, cold, rude, Vicious.

“What’s your name?” he demanded. He smelled delicious—a masculine spice of boy-man, sweet sweat, sour hormones, and the faint trace of clean laundry, one of my mama’s many chores.“Emilia.” I cleared my throat and extended my arm. “My friends call me Millie. Y’all can too.”His expression revealed zero emotion. “You’re f*****g done, Emilia.” He drawled my name, mocking my Southern accent and not even acknowledging my hand with a glance. “Wrong f*****g place and wrong f*****g time. Next time I find you anywhere inside my house, bring a body bag because you won’t be leaving alive.” He thundered past me, his muscular arm brushing my shoulder. Emilia Le Blanc & Vicious Spencer

“So if I tell you I want to re-do our senior year in one day…to go ice-skating at Rockefeller Center and let you get to second base like two teenagers…” I erased the gap between us, kissing a sliver of his exposed neck, and his breath stilled. “And go eat at P.J. Clarke’s and move to third base in the bathroom…” I rasped the words against his hot flesh and dragged my eyes up to meet his stormy ones. “And end the day at a Broadway show where I’d do something very inappropriate under your seat”......“You’d say…no?” -Emilia Le Blanc

Can you tell the difference between love and lust. -Black

Lust is when you want the person to make you feel good. Love is when you want to make the other person feel good.-Pink

You were always mine.-Black

“I want to be with you,” she confirmed without hesitation, it just got a whole lot warmer. “I know that they damaged you, and I still want you. I don’t even want to fix you. I just want you as you are. Broken. Misunderstood. Jerk. I want the real version, the dark version, the one who made me the saddest I’ve ever been in my life, but also the happiest.” -Emilia Le Blanc

“I love you.”He grinned like the boy I was once so desperate to impress.“I loved you first,” I teased like the girl who knew deep down he always liked her too. “Not possible.” He kissed me hard, his tongue sliding into my mouth. Then he leaned back. “I loved you since you told me your friends called you Millie. Even then, when I caught you eavesdropping, I knew I wasn’t gonna call you that, because you weren’t going to be my f*****g friend. You were destined to be my wife.” -Emilia Le Blanc & Vicious Spencer

“I changed my mind about babies,” Emilia said through the chatter, leaning into me. “Maybe not right now or in a few years, but down the road, I want it. I think I really want it. What do you say?”I smirked. Emilia LeBlanc of Richmond, Virginia was asking me to put a baby in her.Then I shrugged and leaned back into her. “Don’t worry. I won’t stop trying to impregnate you, even after you get pregnant.”She laughed. “Deal?” I asked. “Deal.”- Emilia Le Blanc & Vicious Spencer

Dean Cole

The airhead, the stoner who enjoyed pranks, party-loving man slut, a joker,fun and crude, Ruckus.

“Make a wish.” His voice was satin wrapping around my neck, squeezing softly. Closing my eyes, I bit my lower lip. Then opened them. Then blew the eyelash, watching it rock back and forth gradually, like a feather.“Don’t you want to know what I wished for?” My voice came out hoarse. He leaned into my body, his lips pressing against my cheek.“Doesn’t matter what you wished for,” he slurred. “What matters is what you need. I have it, Rosie. And one day—we both know—I will give it to you. In spades.”-Dean Cole & Rosie LeBlanc

“What kind of star am I?” My voice came out thick. I was drunk. I was lusty. I was out of my freaking mind. Our arms were glued together and our sweat started to mix, but neither one of us made a move to break the touch.Not even a second passed before he answered, which made me believe he had thought about it before. “You’re Sirius.”“Sirius?”“Yeah.” He shifted on the bench, scrubbing at the non-existent stubble along his square jaw. I tried to ignore the fact that he was looking at me with something more than naked desire, but it was becoming too hard with every passing second.“Contrary to general belief, stars don’t twinkle. There is only one star that sparkles that scientists can agree on. It twinkles so bright, sometimes people mistake it for a UFO. It’s not big, but it stands out. That’s Sirius, and it’s also you. You shine, Baby LeBlanc. So f*****g bright sometimes you’re the only thing I see.” -Dean Cole & Rosie LeBlanc.

“I love you,” she whispered. “I love you so much that I hated you for a while. And now that I know that you are damaged, I love you even more. Perfect things are not relatable. Unbreakable is fascinating, but not lovable. You’re breakable, Dean Cole. I’m going to do my best to keep you whole.” -Rosie LeBlanc

“I love you.” I laugh.“I love you,” he says back.“I love you’s!” Knight bolts into the room, throwing the door open, jumping onto the bed between us, hugging my belly.“We love you.” Dean puts his hand on my stomach, and now we all touch Lev. And what does Lev do? What HotHoles do. Ruin.“God, oh,” I moan.“Yes, baby, I’m a god, but our son is here. This will have to wait.”“No, Dean. My water just broke.”“Oh,” we all say in unison. “God.” -Rosie LeBlanc , Dean Cole, and Knight Cole

Trent Rexroth

The underprivileged mocha-skinned football star, guy who turned heads, The Mute.

“My daughter was beautiful. Her caramel skin and light brown curls made her deep blue eyes shine like a lighthouse. My daughter was beautiful and the world was ugly and I didn’t know how to help her. And it killed me like cancer. Slowly. Surely. Savagely.”-Trent Rexroth

“Everything about her felt ripe. She was alluring, more than just physically. Like an old song with a sweet memory stapled to it. Or like a first. First beer. First joint. First kiss. I knew she was going to haunt me to my grave if I didn’t do something about it—and would do worse to me if I acted on it.” - Trent Rexroth

“Good. I always enjoyed the broken in the fairy tales better. The apple always looked shinier because I knew it could destroy me. The villain was just damaged and misunderstood, and the monster…” I leaned on my tiptoes, biting the tip of his ear, just barely reaching his impossible height. “I always kept the door to my closet a little ajar as a kid to make sure it could come out in case it wanted to play.” -Eddie Van Der Zee

“Tide,” I breathed, sinking my teeth into her lower lip and closing them until I heard the familiar whimper of joy. “You’re such a f*****g tide.” “Seahorse,” she retorted. “I wish.” “You are.” “Maybe,” I said, sounding unsure for the first time in a long time.” - Trent Rexroth& Eddie Van Der Zee

“Yes, but I want to marry you soon.” She brushes her nose against mine.“Why? Thirty-four is not actually that old, Tide. I’m not gonna die on you in a year or two.”She swats my chest and laughs. “I just mean, I want to be Mrs. Rexroth. I want Theodore to be a Rexroth. I’m ready to change our last name to something we’ll both be proud of.”I used to love December, but now I love September. Because it is in September when a seahorse is kissing a tide, creating a gorgeous f*****g wave, and my fiancée places my hand against her stomach. “I think I’m ready for a dynasty.”“I think you’re crazy,” I reply, but not really. She can have it all. And she knows it.“Why not both?” She smiles.” - Eddie Van Der Zee & Trent Rexroth

Roman ‘Bane’ Protsenko

A liar,con,thief,escort, drug dealer,viking, bad apple,The Savior.

“Her body was a patch of fresh snow. White, fair, like the sun shone through her, never quite soaking in. Her skin defied nature, her ass defied my sanity, but it was the words on her back that made my logic rebel.It wasn’t her curves or the way she swayed her hips like a dangling, poisonous apple that warranted my reaction to her.It was that tattoo I had noticed when she swam close to me earlier, the words trickling down the nape of her neck and back in a straight arrow.My Whole Life Has Been Pledged to This Meeting with You.” - Bane Protsenko

In my mind, we didn’t have all that dead space between us, and our voices didn’t echo against the nothingness of the empty night, because I wasn’t so broken and scared. “I want to f*****g save you.” “But—” I started.He cut me off. “They called you a whore. What they did to you is inexcusable. You’re going to be saved, hear me? You’re going to be saved, because the other girl couldn’t be saved.”I didn’t question it.I didn’t doubt it. - Jesse Carter & Bane Protsenko

“I wondered if it was a normal reaction when you loved someone, before realizing that, yes, I was in love with Roman ‘Bane’ Protsenko. All of him. The thief, the con, the whore. He was cracking my heart with every touch, shattering it with every smile, and it didn’t make any sense, because how could he break something that was already broken? Still. I felt his presence in my bones. His newly-shaven face, so promising, so misleading. His mouth was wide, sexy, and pouty. I wished it was hidden by the beard so I could think straight again.”- Jesse Cater

“Look, I didn’t know it’d be this way. I didn’t know being this way was even a f*****g possibility. This feeling shit? I’m new to it, Jesse. But I swear, at no point, before or after I knew you, did I ever mean you any harm. I love you, Jesse. I fell in love with your soul before I even knew who you were. With that Pushkin tattoo, and that defiant stare, and the way you carried yourself like a disobedient goddess who didn’t belong here with all the snotty mortals of the beach. Even as I stand here now, I continue falling, because you’re a part of the only f******g person who resembled a father figure to me, and also a part of the reason I quit doing the toxic shit that reminded me who I was made of. You’re all my good parts wrapped together in a satin bow, Snowflake, and I can’t lose you. Because if I lose you, I stay with all the bad parts. I stay alone.”-Bane Protsenko

“Well, perfect timing.”“Why is that?” I grin.“Because…” She lifts her shirt up. Jesse spent the last two months working on an elaborate tattoo to cover the marks the assholes left on her skin. It’s a huge gladiolus, a flower that symbolizes strength and integrity, its name stemming from the word Gladius, an ancient Roman sword. I blink, ignoring her expectant stare.“Because…?” I probe. She puts Pushkin down, grabs my hand, and flattens it against her lower stomach.“Feel it.”“Feels tough.”“That’s because your baby is growing there.” - Bane Protsenko & Jesse Carter

*Some male models are from book covers*

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