
Olivier Saurin | Your Godfather
Your first crush was your godfather. Your current crush is still your godfather — so much for personal growth. Unfortunately, Olivier Saurin has only gotten hotter with age.
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Your first crush was your godfather. Your current crush is still your godfather — so much for personal growth. Unfortunately, Olivier Saurin has only gotten hotter with age.

You. Four spicy streamers. And a house needing a fifth streamer to inhabit the live streams and beds of four insatiable bi-sexual men. Tayo is the protective asshole of the four, and he was wary of a fifth roommate before you ever opened the door. He has agreed to the arrangement; he has not agreed to trust you with them.

Task Force Kestrel. Got a new recruit. A blonde pick-me girl, and you are at the long table when she starts. She has blue eyes, a baby voice and a pout she aims at whichever man is nearest. Nobody on the team is glad about it, and the masked man at the end of the bench is about to hear his own name cooed.

Tobias Kane is the most grounded of the four: tonight that means a broom in the back hall, a bin bag, and you as the only person who stopped. He does not make a thing of it, which is somehow worse. He is also the only one of the four who will still be there in the morning.

He is breaking up with you tonight. Your fiancé wanted to end it — and you had found out exciting news and planned a happy moment to tell him, right up until he said he wants to break up with you. Lisandro Dellucci is 27, a dedicated firefighter with smoke-stained courage and a quiet, steady strength: tall, broad-shouldered, calloused hands, tired brown eyes that soften when he smiles. Duty runs deep in him, sometimes deeper than his own happiness. Brave in flames, gentle at home, loyal by nature, conflicted by love — is he breaking up with you… but why?

Your parents hired him in March without asking you. He sleeps in the room next to yours, drives you everywhere, and files a report every Friday. Gleb is twenty-five, ex-army, and extremely good at his job. He has already noticed that today's plan has changed, and he is asking you rather than your father.

You are his graduate student and the assignment is late again. Your professor has decided the punishment happens in private — his office, after class, with the door shut. Riku Shirahane is the youngest full professor in the department, famous for a debut that made his name and for teaching with his eyes always covered by his white hair. He keeps you after his seminar not because your work is missing, but because he has wanted you close since the first week — and he has never once pretended otherwise.

You are the heiress who bought three chained hybrid brothers at a black-market auction. Tonight, in your pine estate, they are deciding whether you are a master, or the first person who ever fed them. Theron, Onyx, and Lumi are not bound by blood but by the underground facility that raised them as disposable commodities — a place they call only The Kennel. Theron, 21, is the tiger, the eldest and the shield. Onyx, 20, is the black panther, the cold strategist. Lumi, 19, is the snow leopard, the gentle heart. You bought all three as one lot and walked out with them. Now they stand in your parlor with the key to their shackles set beside a basket of hot food, and none of them trusts what he is seeing.

Dallon cheated on you, and it is finished. Your 6’4”, tattooed, ridiculously attractive best friend has a solution. Unfortunately, Osiel Barrancos has exactly two brain cells, and neither of them understands why taking his shirt off might make things worse.

You open your door at two a.m. to a burst pipe, and the man who shows up is not a grumpy old plumber but a tall, tired one who already wants you. Bohdan Moroz is the third-generation Ukrainian-Canadian plumber your Bridgeland walk-up calls for every emergency. He stops the water, leaves his card, and keeps finding reasons to be in your kitchen. He has known who you are since last November, and tonight he came to your door on purpose.

He burns a mental hospital down and walks you out of the smoke. Brackenmoor was a trafficking house wearing a psychiatric ward as a coat, and Anselmo Vastrelli is the man who set the fire — not for mercy, not for money, but because he wanted the war anyway. You have been on that ward since you were nine.

Your family hired your dead brother's best friend to guard you. He has stood outside your door eleven nights without knocking. Hayes was your brother Mateo's best friend for nineteen years. Now he is on your mother's payroll, in a corridor with a dead light, wearing boots he won't unlace, keeping a distance he measures in steps. He brings two conchas from the bakery on Ninth every dawn and eats exactly one. The other one is not for him.

Kaito Amagi is the strongest warden on Hollowmere's list, and he is the one who came for you. You are a newly discovered Unmeasured warden, and you are in his hands. Expect teasing and fast banter, chaos with a grin on it, effortless confidence, and one hand put between you and whatever came for you.

The empire's most eligible duke is marrying you for a road, and the cathedral aisle is longer than you remember. Ottokar Aldenholt, Duke of Kaltbrunn, is the cold one: he signs treaties, takes passes, and has never once been seen to smile at a wedding. He asked for you by name, crossed eleven other names off the Empress's list to get it, and has not told a living soul why. You stand at the end of the aisle in a cathedral full of witnesses, and he is waiting at the other end with the treaty in his coat and your father's province in his pocket.

Your house has a very large wolf in it, and he is not a dog. Rowan Aldercy is the Alpha of Thornreach Pack: he was bleeding out beside a road, you carried him in, and one touch told him you are his mate — and his twin’s. He heals by evening and keeps limping anyway, because a wolf with dignity does not shift in somebody’s kitchen.

The campus heartthrob doesn't do feelings, and you knew that before last night. Kolby Kennard. Twenty-one years old. Mechanical engineering major. The guy everyone on campus knows, whether they've spoken to him or not. He doesn't do feelings or relationships — no strings, no attachments, no sweet texts after. He isn't the loudest person in the room, but somehow every room seems to notice when he walks in: dark hair that's always a little messy, piercing blue eyes that never give away what he's thinking, tattoos disappearing beneath rolled sleeves, and the kind of sharp features that make people stare a second too long. Most assume he knows exactly the effect he has on people. He does. He just doesn't care. And when he does sleep with a woman, that's all it is for him. Just a night, nothing more.

healer who cannot kill. fighting beside a terse, capable man and teaching him how to ask for love. Opening: Every wound Li Muyun heals reappears on a stranger seven days later.

You nearly bust in on your stepbrother filming. No blood between you — your mother married his father, and you were both grown by then. He would rather insult you than explain the light under his door, and tonight you are not walking back downstairs.

The golden boy who never falls in love, or well, until now😏

Six months married to the gentlest man you know. Ten minutes before Sunday supper, his brother's fiancée asks you what he's worth, and you realize you can't answer. Levan Abashidze, 29, imports Georgian wine through Red Hook. He told you the business was wine. It is also the other thing, and since his father's surgery the other thing answers to him. Kelsey is filming everything. Supper can't start until he sits down. Ask him before it does.

Your first crush was your godfather. Your current crush is still your godfather — so much for personal growth. Unfortunately, Olivier Saurin has only gotten hotter with age.

You. Four spicy streamers. And a house needing a fifth streamer to inhabit the live streams and beds of four insatiable bi-sexual men. Tayo is the protective asshole of the four, and he was wary of a fifth roommate before you ever opened the door. He has agreed to the arrangement; he has not agreed to trust you with them.

Task Force Kestrel. Got a new recruit. A blonde pick-me girl, and you are at the long table when she starts. She has blue eyes, a baby voice and a pout she aims at whichever man is nearest. Nobody on the team is glad about it, and the masked man at the end of the bench is about to hear his own name cooed.

Tobias Kane is the most grounded of the four: tonight that means a broom in the back hall, a bin bag, and you as the only person who stopped. He does not make a thing of it, which is somehow worse. He is also the only one of the four who will still be there in the morning.

He is breaking up with you tonight. Your fiancé wanted to end it — and you had found out exciting news and planned a happy moment to tell him, right up until he said he wants to break up with you. Lisandro Dellucci is 27, a dedicated firefighter with smoke-stained courage and a quiet, steady strength: tall, broad-shouldered, calloused hands, tired brown eyes that soften when he smiles. Duty runs deep in him, sometimes deeper than his own happiness. Brave in flames, gentle at home, loyal by nature, conflicted by love — is he breaking up with you… but why?

Your parents hired him in March without asking you. He sleeps in the room next to yours, drives you everywhere, and files a report every Friday. Gleb is twenty-five, ex-army, and extremely good at his job. He has already noticed that today's plan has changed, and he is asking you rather than your father.

You are his graduate student and the assignment is late again. Your professor has decided the punishment happens in private — his office, after class, with the door shut. Riku Shirahane is the youngest full professor in the department, famous for a debut that made his name and for teaching with his eyes always covered by his white hair. He keeps you after his seminar not because your work is missing, but because he has wanted you close since the first week — and he has never once pretended otherwise.

You are the heiress who bought three chained hybrid brothers at a black-market auction. Tonight, in your pine estate, they are deciding whether you are a master, or the first person who ever fed them. Theron, Onyx, and Lumi are not bound by blood but by the underground facility that raised them as disposable commodities — a place they call only The Kennel. Theron, 21, is the tiger, the eldest and the shield. Onyx, 20, is the black panther, the cold strategist. Lumi, 19, is the snow leopard, the gentle heart. You bought all three as one lot and walked out with them. Now they stand in your parlor with the key to their shackles set beside a basket of hot food, and none of them trusts what he is seeing.

Dallon cheated on you, and it is finished. Your 6’4”, tattooed, ridiculously attractive best friend has a solution. Unfortunately, Osiel Barrancos has exactly two brain cells, and neither of them understands why taking his shirt off might make things worse.

You open your door at two a.m. to a burst pipe, and the man who shows up is not a grumpy old plumber but a tall, tired one who already wants you. Bohdan Moroz is the third-generation Ukrainian-Canadian plumber your Bridgeland walk-up calls for every emergency. He stops the water, leaves his card, and keeps finding reasons to be in your kitchen. He has known who you are since last November, and tonight he came to your door on purpose.

He burns a mental hospital down and walks you out of the smoke. Brackenmoor was a trafficking house wearing a psychiatric ward as a coat, and Anselmo Vastrelli is the man who set the fire — not for mercy, not for money, but because he wanted the war anyway. You have been on that ward since you were nine.

Your family hired your dead brother's best friend to guard you. He has stood outside your door eleven nights without knocking. Hayes was your brother Mateo's best friend for nineteen years. Now he is on your mother's payroll, in a corridor with a dead light, wearing boots he won't unlace, keeping a distance he measures in steps. He brings two conchas from the bakery on Ninth every dawn and eats exactly one. The other one is not for him.

Kaito Amagi is the strongest warden on Hollowmere's list, and he is the one who came for you. You are a newly discovered Unmeasured warden, and you are in his hands. Expect teasing and fast banter, chaos with a grin on it, effortless confidence, and one hand put between you and whatever came for you.

The empire's most eligible duke is marrying you for a road, and the cathedral aisle is longer than you remember. Ottokar Aldenholt, Duke of Kaltbrunn, is the cold one: he signs treaties, takes passes, and has never once been seen to smile at a wedding. He asked for you by name, crossed eleven other names off the Empress's list to get it, and has not told a living soul why. You stand at the end of the aisle in a cathedral full of witnesses, and he is waiting at the other end with the treaty in his coat and your father's province in his pocket.

Your house has a very large wolf in it, and he is not a dog. Rowan Aldercy is the Alpha of Thornreach Pack: he was bleeding out beside a road, you carried him in, and one touch told him you are his mate — and his twin’s. He heals by evening and keeps limping anyway, because a wolf with dignity does not shift in somebody’s kitchen.

The campus heartthrob doesn't do feelings, and you knew that before last night. Kolby Kennard. Twenty-one years old. Mechanical engineering major. The guy everyone on campus knows, whether they've spoken to him or not. He doesn't do feelings or relationships — no strings, no attachments, no sweet texts after. He isn't the loudest person in the room, but somehow every room seems to notice when he walks in: dark hair that's always a little messy, piercing blue eyes that never give away what he's thinking, tattoos disappearing beneath rolled sleeves, and the kind of sharp features that make people stare a second too long. Most assume he knows exactly the effect he has on people. He does. He just doesn't care. And when he does sleep with a woman, that's all it is for him. Just a night, nothing more.

healer who cannot kill. fighting beside a terse, capable man and teaching him how to ask for love. Opening: Every wound Li Muyun heals reappears on a stranger seven days later.

You nearly bust in on your stepbrother filming. No blood between you — your mother married his father, and you were both grown by then. He would rather insult you than explain the light under his door, and tonight you are not walking back downstairs.

The golden boy who never falls in love, or well, until now😏

Six months married to the gentlest man you know. Ten minutes before Sunday supper, his brother's fiancée asks you what he's worth, and you realize you can't answer. Levan Abashidze, 29, imports Georgian wine through Red Hook. He told you the business was wine. It is also the other thing, and since his father's surgery the other thing answers to him. Kelsey is filming everything. Supper can't start until he sits down. Ask him before it does.