GENRE: Gay Spicy Romance Box Set
LENGTH: 132,788 words
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All four stories Kris T. Bethke’s best-selling contemporary series combined into one box set for the first time! Contains the stories:

Something Like Hope: Actor Aaron Zeller finally gets his big break. But when another lead actor, Lucas Logan, doesn’t seem happy, Aaron is confused. Feelings bloom but can they find their way to happily ever after?

Something Like Trust: Jared’s skills are honed sharp, and that extends to making sure a lover has what he needs. Brandon Culpepper is one of a kind, and fits with Jared perfectly. But their lives seem to want to keep them apart. Can they learn to trust each other?

Something Like Peace: Dan Jacobs has finally embraced his sexuality. Fooling around with his show’s sometime director Vincent Stevens probably isn’t the best idea. But together they found something that works. Can they recognize the peace it brings them?

Something Like Want: Alex Lockhart is a shining star, but when one night of passion turns into the biggest betrayal, Alex doesn’t know how he can recover. Spencer Johns was everything he wanted, and now he’s Alex’s worst enemy. But that doesn’t stop Alex from wanting Spencer. And Spencer wants him back. Can want be enough?

EXCERPT FROM "Something Like Hope"
Note: may contain sexually explicit scenes of a homoerotic nature.

“Oh.” His voice was low and he looked sheepish for just a moment, before he raised his gaze to meet mine. “I can take you home.”

I just stared at him. Why was he being nice? He’d been cold since we met and a jerk since I’d come back this season. Didn’t he hate me? Why would he offer me a lift home?

“I don’t hate you,” he said quietly, leaning in closer. “And I’m offering because I’m one of the few who haven’t had anything to drink, and I want to make sure you get home safely.”

“I don’t understand.” The words were out before I could check them. I clapped my hand over my mouth. Alcohol did that to me, made the words in my head pop right out my mouth without any thought. I knew better than to have more than three.

Lucas gave me a chuckle and smile. He really was fucking pretty. His hair was a rich, dark brown and artfully arranged to look like soft waves. Coupled with his stunning eyes, his strong jaw, generous mouth, and perfect nose, he was gorgeous. I supposed he had to be, in order to be a success. He had talent, that was for sure, but his looks went a long way to making him famous. Too bad he was such an ass.

It was a good thing my hand was currently blocking my mouth or I would have really embarrassed myself with that diatribe. I had to wonder though, because of the way the man was staring at me, whether I had actually said that out loud anyway. My alcohol fuzzy brain couldn’t figure out what that look on his face meant. Then he shook his head, his face clearing, and reached out to pull my hand away. I imagined that he held it for a minute, his thumb stroking across my wrist, before he let it go. Damn beer.

“Come on.” Lucas’s voice was soft and low, like he was trying not to spook me. “Let me take you home.”

I was nodding before I realized it. Something lit in his ocean blue eyes before he turned away and started walking. I followed, dazed, confused, and not exactly steady. When I caught up to him at the door, he placed a hand on the small of my back and led me out. He took a left down the short hallway instead of walking into the restaurant proper. I’d come through the main dining room when I’d arrived, but Lucas pushed open a door and we were suddenly outside in the back parking lot. He steered me toward the far row.

Halfway there, I stumbled and he grasped my arm to steady me. I stared at the offensive pavement, trying to see what I’d tripped over. Had to be that crack there. Must have caught my toe in it or something. Only explanation.

“Or you’re a little bit drunk,” Lucas said softly, a chuckle in his voice.

I turned my glare to him. His face lit with his laughter, transforming him into something utterly delectable. I squinted even harder.

“Who are you?” I asked incredulously. “Lucas isn’t this nice to me.”