Romance novel author Ryan Stacks

I think he's British.

Good thing he’s pretty.

Hr poses for a lot of his covers, too. Here he is with clothes:

His Twitter is linked below.

His books all have really good reviews on Amazon for some reason!

His latest: "Quantum Entanglement: Part One (Legion of Supernatural Academy Series Book 1)"

"There are no such things as witches, warlocks, vampires, and shapeshifters ... or so we thought! Before everything changed three days ago, we would have agreed with you.

Three days ago, we didn’t have supernatural abilities we couldn’t explain.

Three days ago, we weren’t being hunted for these abilities.

Three days ago, we weren’t being rescued and recruited into a supernatural academy.

We were two strangers. Only two of our kind. What happens when other supernatural beings find out that we exist?

Genesis and Elysian are quantum entangled for a singular purpose. Their recruitment to the Legion of Supernatural Academy is unexpected but vital to the future of humanity. This unique series takes the world of supernatural academies to new heights with twisted tales, suspense-driven fantasy, and self-discovery."

I downloaded a free sample of that Quantum book.

"“Are you on drugs?” Wait … what? The question is so asinine, it borders on insulting. I’m probably the most strait-laced person he knows at this university. “Genesis, are you even listening to me?” Cooper tries again to get my attention. He’s been my boyfriend since last semester, but the past few days of our relationship have been shaky at best. “Yes, I’m listening, and no, I’m not on drugs. What kind of question is that, anyway?” “The kind that tells me you haven’t been listening to a word I’ve said.” His voice escalates a bit, causing me to look around the crowded campus coffee shop. “You’ve been avoiding going out with me, and when I do manage to get you out of your dorm, I get this version of you—distant.” I tug at the Ace bandage on my left wrist, knowing he’s right. We’ve been growing apart for a while, and I’m just tired of pretending.

“Well, I’ve been buckling down for exams. The semester just started, and I don’t want to piss away the GPA I’ve worked all these years to earn. We’re seniors now. There’s no room for error if I want to graduate with honors next semester,” I argue. He rolls his eyes at my futile attempt at an excuse. “That’s not it. You study more than anybody I know and have aced every exam up to this point. Don’t bullshit me. If you’ve grown tired of our relationship, then just tell me.” I tug at the bandage once more as my teeth gnaw at my bottom lip. I don’t know what else he wants me to say—that I’m spiraling? That unexplainable stuff is happening to me, and I think I’m losing my mind? Unexpectedly, he stills my arm on the table while simultaneously unwrapping the bandage. Before my brain can acknowledge that he’s about to reveal one of my reasons for concern, the bandage lies in a heap in front of him. I grab my wrist, but he pries my hand away. Too late. “What the hell is this?” he asks, now staring down at the infinity symbol embedded into my flesh and raised like a brand. The truth is, I have no answers. It wasn’t there three nights ago. I woke up in a cold sweat—disoriented and naked at Lake Chelan. I had no recollection of how I got there or how I did so without clothes. Worst yet, I had lost a whole day. The last thing I remembered was attending class here at the University of Washington, and then I woke up almost two hundred miles away. I don’t do drugs, but had someone roofied me? I’ve been a basket case ever since, trying to make sense of it all. How do I explain that to someone? How do I decipher between the ugly choices that either I’m losing my mind, or I was intentionally abducted for ill purposes? Steve and Jan had to come pick me up. They’re my adoptive parents … a fact that was kept from me until it was time for me to go off to college. Replacing their titles of mom and dad with their first names is my rebellion. My whole life has been a lie. Still, they were the ones I called to come and get me. Fear overrode logic and grudges. I needed them. What if my birth parents were mentally unstable? Was this a sign of a manifestation within me? I dare not tell the guy I’ve been dating for the past six months that I may be certifiably batshit crazy. “Dammit, Genesis. You’re doing it again, and I’m beginning to think it’s intentional.” The sharp edge in his tone has me pulling my arm away from him. “I don’t know. I don’t remember,” I confess honestly."

Good reviews don't surprise me. The bar for "romance" novels is very low on Amazon.

I'm surprised no stud did this before now. It's a brilliant idea for the author to be a hottie. It can't take him too long to write this trash.

All his books seem to be co-written with some woman in Texas so I'm curious how much writing he actually does, or if these are pseudo-ghostwritten.

He looks much older than 21.

I think that's the description of one of the characters in that book. His bio is simpler:

"USA Today Bestselling Author, Ryan Stacks, is a Walla Walla, WA native who currently reside in Utah with his wife Anna. Most would consider him a jack of all trades. His first love is wrestling and he’s wrestled his entire life. In addition to his talents on the mat, Ryan has many achievements. He’s a published international cover model and he released his first book, Peppermint Mocha Love with SR Watson in December 2017. For this novella, he debuted as both an author and cover photographer. Ryan Stacks has partnered with S.R. Watson to create many more stories that’ll take you for a ride.

When Ryan Stacks is not writing, he spends his time making fun TikToks, traveling, so being active with the youth in his community by coaching wrestling & helping in Young Life as a leader. In addition to his commitment to the community, Ryan has taken his fitness career to new highs as a men’s physique competitor - placing top 3 at the national level."

Betcha his mother writes the crappy books, and figures that using a hot guy to promote them will help them sell.

R9 that’s so cringe

Why does his toilet have red plastic on it at R1?

Some of the reviews on the books complain about the bad grammar and uneven writing but they still seem to love them!

Here's his authors' page on Amazon:

This thread is useless without his dick pic.

He needs a haircut but his body is insanely hot.

Late 30s, and that’s being extremely generous.

I wish he didn't have the tattoos.

I'm curious why it takes two people to write so badly. You'd think a collaborative effort would be better edited.