ALEC Against all odds we found each other. And then a single moment of betrayal ripped it all away. I thought Christine had forgiven me. I thought we’d moved past it. I thought she’d healed. CHRISTINE I loved them both and they loved me. But then Danny left and our triangle was broken. So was I really that surprised when Alec put it back together again? DANNY We are meant to be together. We all know that. But what did Alec do after I left? What could he have possibly done to make Christine want revenge? The Square is book two in The Shape of Love series collaboratively written by New York Times Bestselling author, JA Huss and actor/screenwriter, Johnathan McClain. More info →

Two accomplished writers come together to create unforgettable sexy romance. JA Huss is the New York Times bestselling author of 321 and has been on the USA Today bestsellers list eighteen times. Johnathan McClain is a veteran actor and writer whose work, either performed or written, is probably airing on at least one of the channels on your television right now. More info →

She’s not gonna fall for his charm. He’s gonna make sure that happens.They’re destined to be together. Even if Maddie doesn’t know it yet. Sometimes your soul mate isn’t who you’d choose, it’s who you need. Good thing you don’t get to choose. More info →

Her debt has been paid in blood and she wants revenge. His fight is still there, but now he’s got more at stake than himself. The end is coming. But even if they win against Carlos, they can still lose each other. More info →

They’re soul mates, but that’s no guarantee. They’ll need to rely on each other to find their happily ever after. Because the fight never ends—it just gets easier with someone at your side. More info →

They’re sworn enemies and I’m in the middle. Both of them claimed me. Had me. Used me. Forgot me. Except… I don’t remember any of it. I don’t even know who I am or why I’m in this cramped basement apartment with tinfoil covering the tiny windows when my bank account says I have over two million dollars. I don’t know how I got the stitches on the back of my head, or the scar under my chin, or the ache in my shoulder—but I do know I probably deserved it. I don’t know why there’s a shotgun in the closet, a sniper rifle under the floorboards, and a pistol under my pillow. I don’t know why I stay. I don’t know why I care. I don’t know why I’m trying to put something back together when it was never whole to begin with. Until I look at them. Until they look at me. Until I touch them. Until they touch me. And even though the memories don’t come back. I know. I know why I stay. More info →