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The best time of a young man's life is when he hits the college scene. From figuring out the best way to meet guys on campus to testing untried limits, the men of Kegs and Dorms take university life and turn it upside-down. In Kiernan Kelly's "Secui Domus", clever Aidan thinks he has a solution for solving campus housing problems, and all he needs is a little help from his friends -- including the delicious Bobby Hatcher, who might just carry a torch for Aidan.
Stephanie Vaughan's "Another Believer" takes a look at the train ride of a lifetime in which two college-bound strangers find they have a chemistry that can't be denied. Tory Temple's "What It's All About", a rip-roaring adventure through Rush Week, tells the story of Max, who's out, proud, and confused. Last but not least, Jane Davitt's "Reading Between the Lines" tells the story of Seth and Gabe, the odd-couple-from-hell roommates who are either going to kill each other or fall in love, and it's anybody's guess as to which'll come first. 
Excerpt:
From Another Believer By Stephanie Vaughan
Is this seat taken?
David looked up and had to make a conscious effort to close his mouth.
Uh, no. Go ahead.
Shifting his feet, David shoved his backpack further beneath his seat and pulled his elbows in to make room.
Thanks. Little ripples of pleasure fluttered down Davids back upon hearing the smooth baritone, and maybe the cutest guy he'd ever seen sat down, tucking a well-worn duffel between his feet.
No problem. Trying not to be obvious, David cast a quick glance beneath his lashes at the long legs and muscular thighs settling in next to him. Late August in Southern California meant that daytime temperatures were in the eighties and nineties, and shorts were still the order of the day for most people.
The legs now stretched out beside him were lean and tanned, with a light dusting of reddish-blond hair. David tried not to gawk. Hed admired the view from behind earlier in the train station, casting admiring glances and doing his best to be discreet, even going so far as to offer up a brief plea to the universe that the tall man with the seriously hot bod would be on his train. He wouldnt have had the hubris to ask that said cute guy would sit next to him. That would use up a years worth of good luck, and there was still the dorm and roommate lottery to get through.
The train was already moving, pulling out of Union Station and into the hazy sunshine that was L.A. in the fall. Forcing himself to look away, David tried to focus on the scenery, such as it was, and away from maybe the hottest guy hed ever seen, let alone rubbed forearms with. The empty vista formed by the cement channel of the Los Angeles River, even with its colorful graffiti and eye-catching collection of debris, was no match for the nicely muscled arm that now rested near Davids. Not even close.
Davids overactive imagination had no trouble supplying him with scenarios for what hed like that very attractive forearm to do, beginning with slipping down over Davids thigh and stroking firmly up and down his inseam a few times before cupping his crotch.
Aw, man.
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