“Out here on the perimeter, we ain’t interested in love… but goddamn if it don’t keep on finding us.”
Set in Western Australia at the turn of the millennium, each book is a standalone featuring guys who don’t want love, don’t seek it.
They drift, they work… and then some guy turns up and the dull isolation goes bright, blinds them like a splinter of sun caught in the eyes.
Fox
Sometimes it takes falling in love to realise who you are…
Working as a dish pig and selling drugs on the side, Fox is just trying to survive the tension at home while not looking too closely at himself and his lack of ambition.
Then he meets Taylor. Cool, hot, and did he mention, the cousin of the head of a bikie gang? Paired together to do drug runs, Fox intends to keep his guard up. But Taylor talks to him and listens to him. Taylor sees him, and Fox finds himself looking back with a lot more interest than a straight boy should have.
But Taylor is an enigma with a complicated debt, and Fox has family drama that drags him back in. Together, they must weigh the desire to escape against the price of being free.
You Were My Ride Or Die
“You were my ride or die…
And you just left!”
When Bain catches the head of a rival bikie gang—who also happens to be his ex-best friend—in a compromising position with another man, he knows he just scored a blank cheque for blackmail…
When Ash is caught, he knows he’ll do anything to stop this getting out.
But when Bain cashes that cheque with an outrageous request for a straight man, the stakes just got raised much higher than Ash getting outed. Ash knows he has everything to lose and nothing to gain if Bain discovers the real reason behind their decade long feud.
But how far will Ash go to avoid the question he knows Bain wants to ask: why did you leave me?
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The Cook
“Guys touch in threeways, you know.”
“Do they? Like that?”
When Tim drops out of university in the early 2000s to cook meth for the bikies, he doesn’t expect to drag his best friend, Jake, into this mess with him.
But Jake is the mechanic who works on their bikes. Jake is a useful target to get Tim to do what they want.
Another thing about Jake? Tim’s been in love with him since high school, but Jake doesn’t even know Tim’s gay. And Jake’s so straight he sleeps with different women several times a week, often where Tim can hear.
So when one of Jake’s girls invites Tim to join them, Tim sees the perfect opportunity to scare Jake off, to keep him safe for good.
But if Jake is repulsed, he’s got an odd way of showing it… Should Tim try again?
After the Show
Some guy is making moves on the man he loves but won’t have?
Over his dead body…
Working the club scene in the 1990s, Cisco is a queen-glam-rocker with anger management issues. Swimming in booze and sex to forget the dream job he lost—principal with The Australian Ballet—Cisco has zero interest in relationships.
Franco, the hot new bouncer with a heart of gold and an un-swiped V-card, is completely smitten. Shy, illiterate, and working poor—there’s no way Cisco will go for him.
But Cisco gives him a shot. And Franco blows it. Literally.
When Cisco agrees to train him to be better in bed, he doesn’t expect these sessions to turn into real conversation and—to his horror—actual feelings. For Franco, these nights confirm he was right to wait for The One.
But if Cisco’s toxic aversion to relationships succeeds, Franco will be forced to let him go…
And since the hot new glassy just asked him out… will Franco finally move on?
This Ain't No Gay Romance
I’m not gay.
I’m getting married.
So why can’t I stop sleeping with my chubby workmate?
When Rollins is sent to work on the edge of the Australian desert in the early 2000s, the last thing he needs is for Jay, the gang leader’s geeky son, to get sent with him. Charged with cleaning drug money through a job on the mines, Rollins expects his task to straighten Jay out to backfire spectacularly.
And it does—because Rollins is obsessed with sleeping with him. Even though Jay is a white gangsta wannabe with terrible fashion sense and awful opinions on everything, Rollins has to have him.
But according to Jay, Rollins—ex-SAS soldier with the body of a God—is a decent lay, but not boyfriend material. Rollins is outraged. And yet he still can’t get enough—impending nuptials, disappearing money, and threats of gang violence be damned.
But when Jay confronts him with an impossible offer, Rollins can’t possibly accept... can he?