Santa Rafaela (Books 1-2) - Eliot Grayson

Written by Eliot Grayson
Read by Chris Chambers
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The One Decent Thing

Everyone says kindness costs nothing. It’s a lie. Kindness can cost you everything.

Sebastian

The only decent thing my high school bully ever did for me got him sent to prison. Aidan was a jerk, but he saved me from making the worst mistake of my life, and in return, my parents ruined him. Now that he’s out, I’m determined to make amends. No matter what he needs, no matter how long it takes, I will make it all up to him. But first I’ll have to figure out how to hide my attraction to my sexy, confusing new roommate.

Aidan

Saving him cost me everything. I have nothing and no one—except Sebastian. He’s determined to make good on a debt I never asked him to repay. He’s offering me money, a place to stay, and help adjusting to life on the outside. But all I’m really wondering is . . . who can save Sebastian from me—the desperate bisexual ex-con who probably wants more from him than he’s willing to give?
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A Totally Platonic Thing

Friends know all your faults and love you anyway. But what happens when you cross the line between friends and . . . more than friends?

Chris

My straight roommate and I are totally not dating. Sure, Lucas and I watch videos together—yes, those kinds of videos—and sometimes fall asleep in the same bed afterward. And yeah, I bring coffee to his lab every day so I can get my hug fix. But at night, I’ve been out clubbing and trying to forget that my ex-boyfriend was using me. I’m so lucky Lucas puts up with my drunk shenanigans. Until he doesn’t—and makes it impossible for me to hide what I really want. But it’s all platonic. Right?

Lucas

Chris means everything to me, and I’d do anything for him. But one too many middle-of-the-night rescue missions with him falling-down drunk makes me lose my temper. Bigtime. Once he’s sober, I threaten to put him over my knee and give him what he deserves. I expect him to tell me to go to hell, but instead he blushes and squirms. He wants it. Badly. And now I don’t know what to do. It should’ve been a one-time thing. But seeing Chris that way—touching him that way—has me hooked. Because my own reaction isn’t exactly platonic either.