– Honey London’s first answer was my favorite. I asked the other authors in the series what their favorite parts of their story are so I could share with you. They’ve both figured out what they need to be happy. I think that’s my favorite part of the story. He’d finally started chatting and writing his story meant I could cross his name off the side characters who need stories list on my office whiteboard.īut aside from that it’s been so much fun getting to know Gray and watching him figure out what he needed to be happy-because let me tell you, his family is nuts and his dating life has sucked-but now he has Camden. Yep, it’s the charity version of being voluntold. (Remember, Gray was Wilder’s best friend from Lane in the Leashes & Lace series.) Then I started poking at some of the people in my head and Gray raised his hand. When I was first asked about doing a shared world series based around Daddies being auctioned off for charity, it sounded like fun, but I wasn’t sure how it would work because it didn’t seem like something my guys would volunteer for without a bit of prodding. TRIGGER WARNING: See the look inside if you want it, skip straight to Chapter One if you'd rather avoid the spoiler.Daddy’s Little Artist will be here before you know it (April 18th!) so I thought I’d tell you more about my book and the others in the Daddies for Dollars series. Pass if that's not your jam or you're looking for something deep, dark, or angsty. Read it if you like bossy jocks, boys who like it that way, unapologetic power imbalances, and a hefty dose of praise kink.

CAN'T TOUCH is a 54,000 word gay college romance between a cocky jock and the sweet, sheltered boy who just wants to be good for him. I mean, shouldn't be too hard, right? There are plenty of other willing twinks available to keep me happy this year, so there's no need to obsess about the only one I told myself I can't touch.

It's why I gave myself one rule: hands off pretty little Sean Cabot.

And even though I'm here on a football scholarship, not some kind of brainiac academic one like he is, I'm still smart enough to know I shouldn't mess with a good thing. I lucked into the perfect roommate this year: pretty to look at, eager to please, happy to do any and every damn thing I want, sometimes even before I know I want it. And even though I'm here on a football scholarship, not some kind of brainiac acade.

Naughty Boy by Chara Croft