Games We Play

Two Truths and a . . . wait, what?! What happens when drunken idiots, aka your friends, use a silly drinking game to sideswipe you and your BFF with the truth bomb that you're actually in love with each other? Truman: You impulsively kiss the best friend you've been in love with for ages . . . then wake up with a hangover-and regrets. Lyle: You freak out because you're not gay or bi, before realizing the kiss wasn't *actually* bad. Then you begin to wonder . . . should we do it again? Contains mature themes.

Never Have I Ev . . . Wait, what was the question again?! What happens when an ill-advised party game makes it obvious I've still got my V-card? Embarrassment. A lot of embarrassment. Especially when the sexy, older guy at the party who witnessed the whole thing turns out to be someone I have to see every week. Not to mention my best friend's cousin. He's not only straight, but way out of my league. It's going to be so awkward for both us. Or awesome . . . if his protective nature and flirty attempts to teach me how to date lead to the kind of tutoring that lives in my fantasies. But how likely is that to happen? I'm not known as the sweet, naïve one among for my friends for nothing. I'm probably imagining those looks he throws my way. Probably projecting my own want onto his expression. But . . . what if I'm not? Contains mature themes.

Truth or . . . whoa, that's not how this dare works! What happens when my big mouth writes a check it can't cash while taunting my ex's brother in a game of Truth or Dare? I end up with his tongue in my mouth. In my very straight, totally uninterested mouth. While I don't feel anything. Nothing at all. In fact, I barely noticed. So, why can't I stop thinking about it? Contains mature themes.

Seven minutes in . . . holy heck, what have I done?! What happens when I return early from a work trip to find my son throwing yet another party? Annoyance. Exasperation. Temptation . . . I'm tired, yearning for my bed, but I hadn't counted on the games my son and his friends play-or the one person who'd be waiting in my closet after everyone else is gone. The guy who's been haunting my fantasies lately. He's too beautiful. Too young. Too off-limits, being one of my son's best friends. And . . . on his knees for me. Oh god. Contains mature themes.