Genre: M/M Romance, Suspense/Thriller, Dystopian, Organized Crime
One mafia boss, One rival's son. One deadly setup.
Parties and orgies... those
are the things Carlos Carmichael wants to do. It's the only way he knows to
deal with his life as the son of a notorious cartel boss. He'll get whatever he
wants by any means necessary.
Until he tangles with a man who plays by totally different rules.
Dante Orsino has been raised in the old ways of honor, loyalty and respect of the business. His role as mafia underboss is more than just a job. It also makes him an heir to one of the biggest families in the Southern Territories.
When Carlos meets Dante and plays a silly game, their weekend tryst sparks a deadly cartel war.
For Dante there's no other life except—the life. And he wants Carlos in his. But in the New World, a gay man is a dead man. Can he find a way to keep everything he loves and stay alive?
In a new world gone mad, even the good guys are bad. Welcome to the World's End series.
Until he tangles with a man who plays by totally different rules.
Dante Orsino has been raised in the old ways of honor, loyalty and respect of the business. His role as mafia underboss is more than just a job. It also makes him an heir to one of the biggest families in the Southern Territories.
When Carlos meets Dante and plays a silly game, their weekend tryst sparks a deadly cartel war.
For Dante there's no other life except—the life. And he wants Carlos in his. But in the New World, a gay man is a dead man. Can he find a way to keep everything he loves and stay alive?
In a new world gone mad, even the good guys are bad. Welcome to the World's End series.
Content warning: This book contains scenes of violence and sex between men.
ACTION EXCERPT
Dante's POV
Flexing my fingers, I strode into
the alleyway, keeping to the shadows.
"Move away from him."
My steady, low-pitched voice hung in the humid air, arms stilled at my sides.
"This is none of your
business, mister," the man Carl had approached in the club spoke as he
straightened to his full height.
A large man, he stood wider than
me and built like a wrestler. Same as his friend. They reminded me of an old
nursery rhyme I’d read as a kid—Tweedledee and Tweedledum.
"I'll walk away if you let
him come with me." The negotiator in me held court. In my line of work,
this skill had saved my skin more times than I could count. Especially since it
distracted the adversary into thinking I lacked the physical strength to back
it up.
"Not until we're done
here."
One look into Carl's rounded and
pleading eyes and I switched tactics, stepping into their space.
Tweedledee growled and charged,
swinging his arms.
My reflexes took over. After
ducking low, I smashed my fist into Tweedledee’s groin. He gave an agonised
grunt and fell with a thud to the ground.
Whoosh. Wham. Tweedledum came at me, fists jabbing in methodical
motions like a boxer. Jaw clenched in a snarl, I ducked his punches, biding my
time as I was slowly pushed back into a corner. My experience made me keep my composure
while adrenaline flooded my veins.
The chance came. I stepped wide
with my left foot, swung my right leg behind him and kicked back. Tweedledum
tumbled. I pulled him backward with his arms and flipped him over my right hip.
As the man crashed onto the ground, I corked my hand, ready to deliver a death
blow.
"No!" Carl shouted, a
terrified tremor in his voice.
SMEXY EXCERPT
Carlos's POV
"Your first time folding
clothes."
I'd been admiring him so much I'd
forgotten everything else. His words made me look at my handiwork and my cheeks
heated. How did he know it was my first time?
"I-I'm sorry if it's not up
to your standard." I felt inadequate and silly that I couldn’t fold my own
clothes well.
"You did a good job."
"I did?" Warmth spread
across my chest at his approving words.
"Yes, you did. Come
here."
I didn't need a second
invitation. I hurried to him.
Placing both hands on either side
of my face, he stared at me for a minute, the expression in his eyes completely
unreadable. Then he jammed his hands into my hair, tugged my head back, and
lowered his lips to mine.
I melted against him. In contrast
to the hardness of his body, his lips were soft. Full and soft. His tongue
explored my mouth. Hungry. Seeking. Savouring. I groaned, grabbing onto his
bare back and rubbing my cock against him.
He broke the kiss. Nuzzled my
chin, my neck. Bristles scoured my skin. Callused hand wrapped around my dick.
I gasped for air, leaked pre-cum like a tap. A thumb swiped and he spread the
moisture, using it as lubricant as he jacked me.
Sicario (Part One)
World's End, Book 1
A short story prequel to the
series
Available now as FREE
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One
hit man.
One slave.
One death wish.
Enzo has been ripped apart from his family and everything he knows and sold into slavery. He swears to free himself and mete revenge on all who have wronged him.
First he has to escape from his new owner, Lexan, a man who captivates him and makes him want to act on impulses he's suppressed for a long time. Impulses that can lead to death.
This is the first part of Sicario, a male/male romance set on a dystopian earth and a World End series short story
One slave.
One death wish.
Enzo has been ripped apart from his family and everything he knows and sold into slavery. He swears to free himself and mete revenge on all who have wronged him.
First he has to escape from his new owner, Lexan, a man who captivates him and makes him want to act on impulses he's suppressed for a long time. Impulses that can lead to death.
This is the first part of Sicario, a male/male romance set on a dystopian earth and a World End series short story
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Thanks for posting, Sue!
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