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Peach State Fratbros Series by Devon McCormack – Read Books Online Free Ebooks good best novels to read http://www.books2020.com Wed, 13 May 2026 18:54:30 +0000 en-US hourly 1 https://wordpress.org/?v=6.9.4 http://www.books2020.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/favicon.png Peach State Fratbros Series by Devon McCormack – Read Books Online Free Ebooks good best novels to read http://www.books2020.com 32 32 For Frat’s Sake (Peach State Fratbros #3) Read Online Devon McCormack http://www.books2020.com/for-frats-sake-peach-state-fratbros-3-read-online-devon-mccormack Wed, 13 May 2026 18:54:30 +0000 https://www.books2020.com/for-frats-sake-peach-state-fratbros-3-read-online-devon-mccormack Genre: College, Contemporary, M-M Romance Authors: Devon McCormack Series: Peach State Fratbros Series by Devon McCormack
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Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 88212 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)

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DAX
Miles Tanner hates me for no reason.
Me—lovable, easygoing, sexy-as-hell Dax Armstrong, always there when a fellow fratbro needs a hand…or if that fratbro would like to enjoy more than just my hand…
Miles is the broody artist-type who just got off probation for starting the fire at Sigma Alpha.
Basically, a walking red flag.
But for a guy who’s always looking to start a fight with me, I can’t wrap my mind around a night when I was a little too tipsy and he helped me back to Alpha Theta Mu.
Since then, he’s hot and cold. One minute he’s telling me to stay away from him. The next, he moves in for a touch.
Or a kiss.
In these unguarded moments, all those problematic, confusing red flags fade to the background.
Maybe he’s right and I shouldn’t mess with him, but for frat’s sake…where’s the fun in that?

CW: Discussions about losing parents (one to suicide and another to a car accident) and depictions of parental neglect.

* This book can be read and enjoyed as a standalone

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PROLOGUE

Dax

Last spring

“Just from a quick perusal, I’ve already detected a few code violations,” my frat mate Marty says as a group of us Alpha Theta Mus dance in the living room of the Omega Psi house.

Oh, Mart.

“A party is a party,” I say, tipping up my Solo cup and drinking more of the bitter beer.

The beat’s decent. The place is packed. And there are plenty of curious gazes shifting my way from hot, horny guys.

As much fun as a Saturday night party is, it’s nothing compared to a TaskFrat Challenge Friday, when things get real wild. But last night I was too tired from the obstacle course of tasks to stay long for afters, so I figure tonight’s my night, and I’m really feeling myself. I want to have fun, get drunk, and I don’t give a shit where we do it—and if I’m gonna go hard, Omega Psi’s the place to do it. They’re the party frat of misfits. They know how to have a good time…and also how to fuck shit up. Their most notable frat-around-and-find-out moment was earlier this school year, end of fall semester, when one of their pranks got out of hand, leading to Sigma Alpha’s house catching on fire.

Okay, only part of it was actually on fire, but it was a big deal, and since then, the Sigma Alphas have had to room at our frat while repairs are underway. I must admit, there are worse fates than having a bunch of hot frat guys rooming in such close quarters.

I scoot closer to Marty, playfully dancing with him, making his very recent Sigma Alpha boyfriend, Ryan, growl at me. Despite the somewhat amused glint in his eyes, I can tell he’s annoyed, which gets me laughing.

“I’m giving you shit. Just having some fun. No need for Mart’s seriousness to rub off on you.”

It’s hilarious because at the start of the semester these guys were at each other’s throats, with Mr. Rule Follower Marty even getting Troublemaker Ryan placed on probation for his antics. Now Ryan’s nervous about me getting my sexy hands all over his man. Really, the idea of them hating each other until they fucked into a relationship is hot as hell. I wouldn’t mind a peek at what they get up to behind closed doors.

“Aw, is Dax feeling left out?” Lance, our frat president, asks as he and his boyfriend, Sigma Alpha’s president, Ty Lancaster, dance closer to me. They’re barely an inch apart, Ty with his hand on Lance’s ass, as though saying, This is my bottom, motherfuckers. And it is, and Lance makes sure everyone knows it. They don’t spend much time farther apart than this if they can help it since they got together last semester. These guys have a hot story too. Didn’t hate each other as much as Ryan and Mart—theirs was more a fun rival-frat-presidents vibe. Still hot. I’d still watch.

And yes, with my guys coupling off, I’m feeling jealous and a little left out, but… “It’s not hard for me to find someone to fuck if I want to fuck,” I remind Lance.

“We’ve heard the stories,” Marty assures me.

“Yeah,” Ryan adds, “and though Colin and Ash graduated, I’m sure they’d be happy to swing by to put on a show if that’s what you need.”

Oh, Colin and Ash. Stepbrothers-slash-boyfriends, and if that sounds hot too, it’s because it definitely is. “I think I’ll let them find someone else to watch tonight,” I joke.

“Not like those two have to send out invites,” Mart chimes in. “I’ve walked in on them more than a few times.”

Ty laughs. “Okay, don’t pretend that makes you special. Pretty sure everyone here has.”

“I’ve enjoyed the show more than once,” I say.

Marty cringes. “Gross. It’s like you’re talking about my brother.”

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Advertisement The Frathole (Peach State Fratbros #2) Read Online Devon McCormack http://www.books2020.com/the-frathole-peach-state-fratbros-2-read-online-devon-mccormack Wed, 29 Oct 2025 22:14:27 +0000 http://www.books2020.com/the-frathole-peach-state-fratbros-2-read-online-devon-mccormack Genre: M-M Romance Authors: Devon McCormack Series: Peach State Fratbros Series by Devon McCormack
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Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 95019 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 475(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)

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MARTY

Rule follower, goody-goody, Mr. Kills-Any-Fun-He-Can-Hunt-Down—call me whatever you want, but I won’t apologize for keeping our frat house safe.

Something that’s even more challenging this semester when we wind up housing members of our rival frat.

To keep this from becoming a complete catastrophe, I volunteer to room with Sigma Alpha’s Ryan Lorde.

Linebacker, player, and all-around troublemaker.

Ryan’s a cocky bastard who doesn’t think the rules apply to him, so it’s not long before his wild antics lead to him being placed on probation.

But just when I think we’re about to be free of the nuisance, he presents an appealing proposition—a peace offering to help me flirt with the girl I’m crushing on.

I’ve never had much talent in this department, and Ryan has the skills to get any girl he sets his sights on.

Maybe it’s a horrible idea, but it’s too tempting to resist.

What starts as flirting lessons leads to Ryan and I locking lips.

Now suddenly I realize exactly why he’s so popular with girls.

Even worse, I can’t get enough.

And before I know it, I’m in too deep with Sigma Alpha’s biggest frathole.

*This is the second book in the Peach State Fratbros series. It can be read and enjoyed as a standalone.

CW: Discussions about a side character’s backstory, involving a serious injury from an ATV accident

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Ryan

Tonight’s my lucky night.

I’ve barely unlocked the door before the Phi Lambda brunette charges me, her lips locking with mine, her sweet lavender smell filling my nostrils. I push her back against the wall, unfastening her skirt and sliding my hand beneath her panties. As I find her clit, she gasps, and her blonde Phi Lambda sister turns my head toward her, taking her own kiss as I continue to work her friend. She has more of a vanilla scent—I figure her conditioner or maybe a hair product.

I’ve seen these girls around at events, but tonight, at the Alpha Theta Mu party, was the first time we’ve chatted each other up. I could hardly believe it when they both expressed interest—and even better, impatience—about getting up to my room.

The music was loud, but I think the brunette said her name was Dani. She leans against the wall, arching her back as she moans. The blonde—pretty sure I heard her say Em (yeah, we’ll go with that)—breaks our kiss and says, “Seems like you know what you’re doing.”

“Just wait till you get a feel for yourself,” Dani assures her.

Pride swells in my chest. “You’re making me cocky as hell.”

“I can tell it’s not your first time with two girls,” Dani says.

“Two is easy. Things get complicated at four, but I’m ambitious.”

“I’m starting to get a little jealous,” Em says, moving closer.

“We can’t have that,” I say, still thumbing Dani. “There’s one rule of messing around like this, and that’s that no one gets left out.”

With my free hand, I pop the button on Em’s jeans and slide the zipper down, then reach into her panties. Moving slowly, I trace the outline of her as she backs up to the wall, now side by side with her sorority sister. As Dani moans, I start toying with Em.

Her body trembles, and she whispers, “The hell, Dani, you weren’t kidding. Guess I should’ve expected as much from a linebacker for Peach State.”

“We’re only getting started,” I tell her, offering a kiss. I speed up my movements until she’s moaning into my mouth. “Mmmm…” I breathe, feeling how worked up Dani is.

“Your friend’s getting real wet for me,” I mumble into Em’s mouth before turning my attention to Dani. While we kiss, Em joins in, and I can taste them both. I’ve just discovered how perfectly lavender and vanilla complement each other.

“Okay, you need to stop, or you’re gonna make me come too soon,” Dani warns.

“We wouldn’t want that.” I’m not thrilled at the idea of putting on the brakes, so I give Em a little more attention as Dani blinks a few times, as though she’s coming to her senses from a haze of pleasure.

Damn right that’s how good I am.

“You deserve a reward for that,” Dani says, working my fly. In no time, she has my jeans at my ankles, my cock in her grip as she settles on her knees. But then she shifts into slow motion.

Dani runs her tongue along the underside of my shaft, up to the head. She’s torturing me, but I’m not teasing Em anymore. I’m playing her the way I’ve learned she enjoys in this brief exploratory phase. I can tell she likes a firmer touch than Dani—only slightly, but damn, it’s got her calling out my name again.

“You’re being real good to my bestie,” Dani says. “So I guess I have to be nice to you too.” She slides her lips over my cock, gliding down.

“Oh, fucking hell,” I mutter as she demonstrates how she can work that mouth. As she pleasures me, I lean close to Em for a kiss. She’s still practically humming from how worked up I’m getting her.

“I’m gonna move my hand,” I whisper into her mouth. “But only because we have to get out of these clothes for the real fun.”

“Fuck,” she says like it pains her, which only makes me that much harder in Dani’s eager mouth.

I give Em one last sweep of my thumb before pulling back and sliding her panties and jeans down her thighs. After I get them off, she tosses her shirt, and I unfasten her bra from the back, noticing a tattoo of a rose at the base of her neck.

“You’re good at that,” she tells me.

Dani pulls off my dick. “Practice makes perfect?” she jokes as she pushes to her feet.

“That should be my line,” I insist.

“You have two beautiful girls willing to make your night,” Dani says. “I think you should let us have whatever the fuck we want, including your lines.”

I nod. “Fair point.”

The girls exchange a look. They seem even more excited than when we got to the room—like they’ve realized how lucky they are to be with a man who knows what he’s doing in the bedroom.

Dani helps me with my shirt while I step out of my jeans. Em and I help Dani strip down, and we’ve only barely gotten her out of her clothes before the girls gang up and toss me onto my roomie Marty’s bed.

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Advertisement Frat Around and Find Out (Peach State Fratbros #1) Read Online Devon McCormack http://www.books2020.com/frat-around-and-find-out-peach-state-fratbros-1-read-online-devon-mccormack Wed, 09 Jul 2025 19:14:16 +0000 http://www.books2020.com/frat-around-and-find-out-peach-state-fratbros-1-read-online-devon-mccormack Genre: College, Contemporary, M-M Romance Authors: Devon McCormack Series: Peach State Fratbros Series by Devon McCormack
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Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 87439 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 437(@200wpm)___ 350(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)

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LANCE

Ty Mother-effing-Lancaster.
The cocky, charismatic president of Sigma Alpha.
And most importantly, my frat rival.
I'm a fun, chill guy, but around Ty, all I can think about is winning.
Last year, his frat beat ours in the annual TaskFrat challenges, and even though I'm known for becoming Alpha Theta Mu's prez as a joke, I take my responsibility to my guys seriously.
I refuse to let those fratholes take us down again.
Unfortunately, the only thing bigger than Ty's inflated ego is his competitive spirit.
That should be a good enough reason for me to stay focused on defeating him, but soon, I discover there's a spark between us.
Not something a straight guy should be saying about his straight rival.
It's weird, confusing...and surprisingly hot.
I'm curious, and apparently, he is too.
Living the Greek life with my buddies, we're always joking about what happens when you frat around.
Now Ty and I are about to find out.

CW: Frat Around and Find Out is a low-angst, steamy romance, but the characters' backstories include grief over losing loved ones to cancer and dementia.

This is the first book in the Peach State Fratbros Series. Frat Around and Find Out can be read and enjoyed as a standalone

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Lance

“Lance, you gotta get dressed! Hurry!”

“Dude, weren’t you supposed to be back here already?”

“We’re heading out soon. Come on. Chop, chop.”

As I rush through the Alpha Theta Mu house, I keep having to tell the guys, “I’m moving as fast as I can,” while my fellow frats give me hell about how behind I am.

The past few years, I’ve never had an issue holding down a job, attending classes, standing as the fraternity’s president, and making it to the all-important TaskFrat challenges to remind all the rival frats who’s the baddest frat at Peach State. Unfortunately, for whatever reason, Peachtree Springs decided to start construction on the highway today, which had me backed up for thirty minutes on my way here from having lunch with my parents, and I’ve been freaking out, since I don’t want to let my team down on the first challenge of the season.

I scramble into my room, hurrying to get into my TaskFrat Challenge outfit, as per the email we received earlier in the week, which lists the guidelines and dress code for the event.

As I slip on the G-string, noticing just how revealing it is, I’m relieved we’re still enjoying the warmth of what’s been a lovely Georgia September. I’m also feeling surprisingly confident about my body as I check myself out in my closet floor-length mirror. Although, this outfit seems unusually skimpy for a challenge. Not that we haven’t had to wear ridiculously revealing outfits in the past, but the most we’ve ever gotten down to is Speedos. Still, it shouldn’t surprise me, since Beta Pi is in charge of today’s task, and they’re known for their sexy-themed parties.

And hey, guess everyone’s gonna get a good view of how fortunate this bulge is.

A knock at the door draws my attention away from my crotch, and maybe because I’m so used to the humiliating outfits TaskFrat puts me into, I don’t even think twice when I call out, “Come in!”

Ash Fuller, my best bud and fratbro, enters, wearing his G-string and his Alpha Theta Mu sleeveless crop top that matches the one I’m heading to my drawer to fetch.

“Someone was cutting it close,” Ash says, plopping down on the edge of my bed. “I was about to see if one of the sophomores would be willing to step up in your place.”

As I find my crop top, I say, “I’m shocked I’m willing to do this humiliating crap.”

“You know you love the attention. Who signs up for TaskFrat Challenge if they don’t?”

Fair point. The TaskFrat challenges are essentially a series of task-based games that Peach State frats made up to create a safe version of hazing for entertainment purposes, while posting pics and vids of the events on socials is like free advertisement for future pledges.

“And some of the noobs want their turn in the spotlight,” he adds.

“They’ll get their chance for the bigger games.” I toss off my shirt and swap out. “And what’s it gonna look like to the rushes if the president isn’t out there representing us?”

“Been president for three years, and you’re some kind of PR wiz all of a sudden.”

“You know it,” I joke, checking out my skimpy outfit in the mirror. My muscles are really bulging today. I flex my abs. “I make this look good.” I wait for Ash to confirm, but he’s quiet, stirring some insecurity. “I look good, right? You’re my bi bro. You’re supposed to boost my self-esteem.”

“Does my straight best friend need some confidence today?” Ash asks. “I have praised your body more than enough the past week. You’re looking like you put in some serious workouts now that we have our own fitness room.”

“You liking the gun show?” I flex my biceps, which I’ve given plenty of attention to as well.

Ash hops up from the bed and approaches. “Oh my! Such a big, strong, straight man. I’m so turned on right now. Is that what you needed?” He doesn’t even pretend to be enthusiastic—that’s Ash for ya.

“You be glad your boyfriend isn’t here to kick my ass for you drinking me in like that,” I tease.

“Oh yeah, he’d be real intimidated.”

Colin, his boyfriend—former Alpha Theta Mu alum, now at Emory Law—is swole with muscle, used to be a tight end for Peach State, so I definitely couldn’t compete with that. And really, our relationship isn’t like that at all. Still, gotta give my fratbro hell.

“Whatever,” I say. “If I were queer, you know you would have hit this.”

“Keep telling yourself that, man.”

“What is this talk about?” I hear from behind us as two of our Alpha Theta Mu friends, Marty and Payton, head in, Payton in his outfit, Marty wearing athletic shorts.

“Are you out of your mind?” Marty asks. “I come by and you’re talking about messing around behind your boyfriend’s back?”

“What?” Ash says. “I would never…”

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