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Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 100086 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 500(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)

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It was supposed to be blackmail. Now we’re choosing the wedding cake.

I’m Corvus Van der Horn, and as my family’s poisoner and torturer, I’m a master of control, cruelty, and patience. My prisoners are faceless pawns who ought to fear me.

Until Dalton.

He should be forgettable—a washed-up fighter and gambler with more debt than sense. Then I saw his phone. Turns out half the city’s men would sell their souls to let him wreck them. Now I can’t stop asking why.

So we strike a deal: his freedom, in exchange for the kind of night I could never risk with anyone else. A chance to give up control. Just once.

Now he’s under my skin like a disease. And saving him requires a cover story so outrageous it might actually work—an engagement. Me. Engaged. To a man who can’t bluff to save his life and thinks planning ahead means ordering two beers instead of one.

Our deal was supposed to be a secret. A mistake I’d bury.
Instead, I’m drowning in wedding chaos and my own desire.

But when I realize someone is hunting my husband-to-be, they wake up the worst part of me. Because no one—no one—messes with what’s mine.

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“Poisoned Heart” is a standalone M/M Dark Mafia Romcom where a ruthless mafioso loses control to the one man he should have never touched. Desire, obsession, and a trainwreck of wedding preparations collide in a story about love that feels like the sweetest poison.

Violence, strong language, aphrodisiac, blackmail

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Chapter 1

Dalton

“You will fuck me like your life depends on it. Because it does.”

The blue eyes of Corvus Van der Horn watch me through the bars of my prison, cold as the fancy little knife he’s known to gut people with. When he approached the cell, I steeled myself, ready to be dragged out and tortured for information about money I don’t have.

I didn’t expect whatever this is, but after two days in a cold and damp cell, I’ll pay attention even to a delusion.

His words make no sense. Is this a test? A way to see how I’d react to an offer so outrageous? Or is he mocking me? Maybe this is simply a fever dream my delirious mind has come up with to avoid the grim reality of my situation. I was taken from my truck by three armed men, drugged, and then I woke up on the bare floor of a tiny room without windows.

Considering the amount of money I owe the Van der Horns, the only possible outcome is death, so being kept alive is somehow more terrifying. But it’s not like I can bleed out a million dollars. If only I got another chance at the card table…

But instead of an opportunity to wipe the debt I’ve accumulated, I’m facing a beautiful monster who’s toying with me like a cat with a mouse already caught in a trap. I can’t see a single wrinkle on his handsome face. For him to become a professional torturer for a crime syndicate in his twenties… I don’t want to know what kind of shit must be going on in his brain.

“W-what?” I choke out from my cold damp corner. “I’m… I’m not even gay,” I lie, because this could be a test leading to customized types of torture I don’t want to ponder. I’ve heard the stories about Corvus Van der Horn, and I’d rather not find myself at the pointy end of his knives.

A strand of jet-black hair falls onto the man’s forehead, and he brushes it back into place in the tidy slicked-back do. I’ve seen him a couple of times when he visited the club I worked at as a bouncer, or at the casino where I found my ultimate downfall.

Among his many cousins and family members, he stands out the way a black hole does among stars. If death wore a suit, it would look exactly like the one before me. A bejeweled cross adorns his silk tie and I don’t know if it’s to signify that he’s religious, or to remind people that if they fuck with him they’ll meet their maker. He’s handsome. Very fuckable. I’m begrudgingly fascinated by the sharpness of his eyes. He’s a challenge I would have never dared take on if I wasn’t being invited.

But right now he’s not just a good-looking man I get to ogle. No, he is here as the infamous torturer skilled enough to make a mother give up her own child.

I’m damp with sweat.

The cell’s the size of a double bed. Claustrophobic. There’s no room to hide, and I’m sick of its stale air. I need sunlight, I need freedom, and I’ll do anything to get it.

The lamp in the corridor casts a tawny glow that barely reaches past the bars, but when he moves, his shadow swallows me whole, and I’m plunged into darkness. Its touch makes my skin prickle.

The silence following my response twists my gut. I’m no small guy. I can fight. I like fighting. I could take him on in a fair match. Probably. But I’m on the back foot here. Every muscle in my body tenses, alert and useless at the same time.

When Corvus steps closer, the odor of dust and sweat seems to part before him and I get to smell him. The scent he carries is faint but sharp, expensive soap with something darker under it, and it’s making my pulse jack up. I don’t know what kind of hellhole I’ve stumbled into, and yet part of me wants to lean closer and see what makes a man like him tick.

He’s very still, and his blue eyes remain focused on me as if Corvus expects to will me into revealing a secret stash that might just cover my debts.

“I don’t care about your identity. What I want is sex, not dates,” he snaps, kicking the bars so violently the cell thrums with their dull clang.

I’m no coward, but I still flinch. “The fuck? You’re barking up the wrong tree,” I insist, but hesitation slips in at the end, because… if this isn’t a test, I’d definitely want to. Fuck him, that is. Or even enjoy a little cuddle, make out, slide my tongue between those pretty lips… though maybe in different circumstances.

Corvus’s broad chest sinks with a deep exhale, and I smell the tobacco and cloves on his warm breath. His posture stiffens, and for a moment he seems half an inch taller, but instead of walking off, unhappy that I didn’t bend under pressure, he dives his hand into his pocket, and pulls out a smartphone.

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Christmas Mafia Prince – The Naughty List Read Online K.A. Merikan http://www.ilovenovels.com/christmas-mafia-prince-the-naughty-list-read-online-k-a-merikan Sun, 07 Dec 2025 21:11:09 +0000 http://www.ilovenovels.com/christmas-mafia-prince-the-naughty-list-read-online-k-a-merikan Genre: Contemporary, Dark, M-M Romance, Mafia Authors: K.A. Merikan Advertisement

Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 79244 (not accurate)
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Christmas break in Aspen. Married to a mafia hitman who hunts people for sport.

Damen

All I want is to join my family for their annual Christmas hunt. But no, because that’s apparently only for married men. Like I need a ring on my finger to shoot a man in the back.

Oh, yes, the tradition is hunting people. We keep some enemies alive and let them think they can escape. It’s just a bit of festive fun, really, so it infuriates me that I, their best hitman, can't take part.

If my homophobic father thinks I’ll marry a woman to qualify, he’s delusional. This year, I’m coming home with a husband. And the perfect disaster of a man literally falls into my lap.

Green hair, tattoos, piercings, ripped jeans, and kohl-rimmed eyes. He’s loud, drinks too much, and has no manners.

My father will hate him.

Killian

My type? Hot, toxic, and guaranteed to ruin my life. I’ve been cheated on, stalked, blackmailed, and I am so done. When my latest ex corners me at a bar with his signature mix of lies and threats, I ask a hot guy in a sharp suit to pretend he’s my boyfriend.

He agrees, but asks me to be his fake husband at his family Christmas in return.

Free booze, a vacation in Aspen, and drama? Where do I sign up?

Only it turns out he’s a mafioso, his family hunts people for sport, and if I don’t play my cards right, I might end up on their trophy wall.

To survive the holidays, I just need to make sure I don’t fall for my rich, gorgeous, and psycho fake husband. Easy-peasy.

Have I mentioned he’s a millionaire, speaks French and f*cks like a demon?

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Chapter 1

Damen

“The rules have been the same for five generations now. If you want to participate in the Christmas hunt, you need to be married or at the least engaged. The world isn’t always going to bend to your whims.”

This is hardly the first time I’ve heard a similar sentence, but what makes this different is the fact I’m discussing this in a gay club, hoping no drunk stranger decides to prank me by screaming lewd shit into my phone.

I borderline came out during my cousin’s wedding three years back, when I insisted referring to my then-boyfriend as my partner instead of pretending that the person I was dating was female. I’m certain the gossip about that heated conversation reached my father’s ears too, yet here he is, insisting I can only be treated as an adult if I marry. It must be an open secret that I’m gay, surely.

I want to answer, but I’ve taken too long, so the tirade continues as I walk down the quiet corridor where only the faint pulsing of music can be heard. I admire the penis graffiti someone decided to draw on the wall next to a poster of a buff guy in a leather harness. What can I say? My taste in clubs isn’t as classy as my taste in suits, but it does match the guys I go for. Crude, inked, and a little feral.

I walk outside to hear my father better.

“Uncle Roger is bringing this nice girl for you to meet, Samantha. She knows about the business. If you hit it off, maybe by next year, you will be able to join us for the hunt. Who knows, maybe you’ll even have a kid in your arms by then. You’re almost thirty, Damen. It’s time to become a responsible family man. You know I’m proud of how you handle work, but life can’t be about just that.”

I scowl, and some poor guy, who happens to glance my way at the same time scurries off, heading for the safety of the dancefloor inside. If my family does know I fuck guys, are they coping by assuming I’m bi and will eventually settle down with a partner of the opposite sex?

That is not happening, because there‘s never been a woman I wanted to kiss, and I’m positive that won’t change. That very thing is on the tip of my tongue, yet when I open my mouth, eager to fill the silence when Father takes a break for air, words thicken in my throat and remain unspoken.

Why is this happening? I never have any qualms stating my opinions, no matter how harsh, but this particular topic always ends up feeling like glass so thin it might break if I look at it the wrong way.

I’m not ashamed of who I am.

I’ve had boyfriends, I vacation on Fire Island, and I even donate to gay rights organizations every year, yet here I am, silent when faced with my father’s demands.

“Just look how well your brother has done for himself. Bree is the most wonderful wife to him, and now they have Art to take care of, but it’s not taken away his edge if that’s what you’re worried about. Last year, he brought in four of the five trophies at the hunt.”

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Festive Fugitive – Murder and Mistletoe Read Online K.A. Merikan http://www.ilovenovels.com/festive-fugitive-murder-and-mistletoe-read-online-k-a-merikan Wed, 19 Nov 2025 18:26:36 +0000 http://www.ilovenovels.com/festive-fugitive-murder-and-mistletoe-read-online-k-a-merikan Genre: Contemporary, Dark, M-M Romance, Mafia Authors: K.A. Merikan Advertisement

Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 69836 (not accurate)
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I didn’t expect my Christmas gift to be six-foot-two, a trained killer, and obsessed with me.

Eli

One bullet. One dead man. And now my wreck of a life is spiraling out of control.

The bastard deserved it, but I’m just a regular guy. I botched the escape, and since I killed him while wearing a Santa costume, they call me the Festive Fugitive. Cute. Too bad I’ll be spending Christmas behind bars or in a body bag.

Then he appears. Cesar.

My dark salvation. A trained killer who looks at me as if I’m his personal miracle. I killed his boss, yet he says I did him a favor. He wants to protect me, claim me, cage me in his arms, and God help me… I let him.

Because what’s falling for a monster when there’s a manhunt hot on my tail and a target on my back?

Cesar

Taken as a child, I was turned into a loyal weapon. I killed, tortured, burned, and bled. I was respected and needed. Until I wasn’t.

When I lost an eye, my master pushed me aside, but as I waited for my ‘one last job’ so I could retire, Eli pulled the trigger.

I never expected some half-starved, grief-drunk civilian in a Santa outfit to free me, but that’s what happened.

Eli is everything I am not—fragile, impulsive, untrained. And yet he killed the man I was bound to. He doesn’t know it, but he owns me now.

He thinks I’m his protector, that I’ve taken him under my wing. But it’s more than that.

He’s mine. My obsession. My purpose. My beautiful, reckless mess of a man, and I’ll burn the world before I let anyone take him from me.

I guess Christmas came early for Eli this year.

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“Festive Fugitive” is a standalone M/M dark romance where a trained killer takes an amateur vigilante under his wing and gets increasingly obsessed with his new ward. (+Christmas crafts!)

Themes:Size difference, trained killer, snowed in, on the run, only one bed, hurt/comfort, revenge, loneliness, possessive hero, past trauma, brainwashing, dark humor, disabled hero, morally gray heroes, touch starved, free use (within the couple)

Violence, strong language, PTSD

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Chapter 1

Cesar

You know how they say to not gift a puppy for Christmas? This rule should be extended to not giving away your child to erase a gambling debt, but my parents already did that, so I don’t get a vote.

At thirty-three, I’ve had a lifetime to resent the Holiday season, but this year is especially aggravating. This year was supposed to be the Christmas when I get my freedom back from the man who took me in, trained me, tortured me, and made me his favorite weapon.

The man who’s been refusing to take my calls and left my messages on ‘read’, communicating through an assistant who can never give me any information. I’ve killed, maimed, and bled for him, but since I lost my eye, I’ve only been given menial jobs that don’t make full use of my skills, nor are worthy of praise.

At first, I thought it was because I lost some muscle mass during the rehabilitation period, but I’ve been determined in my training, and I know I’m ready to buy my life out with a final deed. If only Sullivan lets me.

That is why I am here, enduring the greens, reds, and golds, the cheerful music that reminds me of the last time I saw my mother. The air smells of pine, but it’s an artificial aroma originating from diffusers, and the undertone of fakeness it carries makes the protein bar I’ve eaten rise in my throat. My artificial eye feels particularly alien in its socket tonight. I haven’t worn it for days, but Sullivan doesn’t like it when I walk around with an eyepatch, so I bear with the discomfort for the sake of putting him in a good mood.

Sullivan loves to show off, so he paid for this grand gala to celebrate him becoming the new mayor. As his bodyguard—my replacement—trails behind him, I can see the mistakes he’s making from my spot on the mezzanine. To think I was tossed aside in favor of such a rookie… If Sullivan had more brains than cruelty in him, he’d have at least three guys like Lyle guarding him. This asshole was far too busy glancing at a woman in a short red dress to spot the man passing far too close to Sullivan. She smells of expensive perfume I can sense all the way up here. Women are not the kind of prey I seek, but the click of heels she makes with every step? As enjoyable as the ticking of a well-timed bomb.

My job tonight is being on standby, which pretty much means doing nothing but remaining on call. I’ve had enough of that and I will talk to my boss. Face-to-face. I might have been a five-year-old sniveling kid when he took me in, but now I’m taller than him, bigger than him, meaner than him, and I could snap his neck if only—

Sullivan and Lyle disappear from my sight, so I move along to see them descend the stairs. They’re headed for the restrooms. Perfect.

Whatever happens, I will convince him to set me free, to let me enjoy a future I’ve been preparing for years now. It’s the least I deserve after everything I’ve sacrificed for him. I might not know the exact debt my parents accumulated, but my work must have long paid it off. With interest.

I will not be ignored.

I push my way through a sea of guests and staff, including the waiters in Santa outfits. I’d call the way silver beards cover their faces a security risk, but I guess it’s not my job anymore. I snarl at someone who pops a cracker filled with glitter right next to me, covering the whole arm of my black suit in shiny particles.

Someone’s camera flashes close by, and I stiffen as the hair on my nape bristles. For a terrible moment, I expect lightning to go through my body, but we’re indoors, the weather outside is as perfect as it can be in December, and I have no reason to fear a storm tonight, so I ball my hands into fists and offer the guy with the cracker a fake smile. My boss would resent me if I slit this bastard’s throat, but I wish I could do it anyway. At least it’s just my glorified uniform, not something I wear because I want to.

When I can, my style of choice is much more utilitarian. A soft hoodie, a fitted T-shirt, a bomber jacket allowing movement, and cargo pants with many pockets to hide weapons, paired with combat boots to crush people’s toes with ease.

I have to accept the civilian’s apology, because I don’t want to lose Sullivan in favor of an argument I don’t truly care about. Shiny tinsel hangs over the restroom doors, as if pissing in December was somehow different from doing it any other time of the year.

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Creep (Vulture Hollow MC #2) Read Online K.A. Merikan http://www.ilovenovels.com/creep-vulture-hollow-mc-2-read-online-k-a-merikan Sun, 12 Oct 2025 20:51:20 +0000 http://www.ilovenovels.com/creep-vulture-hollow-mc-2-read-online-k-a-merikan Genre: Biker, Contemporary, Crime, Dark, M-M Romance, MC Authors: K.A. Merikan Series: Vulture Hollow MC Series by K.A. Merikan
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Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 106003 (not accurate)
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He’s my dream, my nightmare, my obsession.

Creep. Weirdo. Stalker. Monster under the bed.

Angel. Blond. Pillow Prince. Pisces.

Creep

They call me Creep and they’re not wrong. I crawl under people’s beds to feel close to them.

Tonight, my pick is a pretty blond twink with pink lips and blue eyes. My living fantasy. I meant to enjoy his company in secret, but I can’t just lie there and listen when his boyfriend gets violent.

So I crawl out.

And I kill the bastard.

Now Angel’s a witness to my crime, so… I take him.

I’ve never had a lover. Hell, I’ve never even kissed anyone. I’m twisted. Ugly. Unlovable.

But now that I’ve tasted Angel, I can’t turn back. I need to make him mine.

Angel

I survived a string of shitty exes but didn’t expect a monster in a leather jacket, with hair as black as night, to crawl out from under my bed and slaughter my abuser.

I fear the worst when he abducts me to his creepy den… but he doesn’t hurt me. He’s too shy to even speak to me when I’m awake and watches from the shadows instead.

It’s when I pretend to sleep that he comes closer. The game makes it all the sweeter for him. When he reaches for me, he’s careful but greedy, living out a fantasy he’s too ashamed to ask for.

And I let him.

Because I’m curious. Because it makes my pulse spike. Because I’m starting to want it too.

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“Creep” is a standalone, M/M dark romance where a lonely biker with an unusual kink abducts the object of his forbidden desire and finds salvation in the boy who should’ve run.

This is a book for readers who crave a protective monster with a broken past, twisted obsession, and the kind of love that crawls out from under your bed and refuses to let go.

If you’re drawn to morally gray men, emotional tension, and the thrill of surrendering to danger… this one’s for you.

This story contains scenes of violence, offensive language and morally ambiguous characters

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Chapter 1

Creep

They call me Creep, and I should probably be offended, but what do you call a man who breaks into people’s houses to sleep under their beds? If the shoe fits.

I do also have a job, if being a career criminal can be called that, so I can’t spend my days watching others from the safety of the shadows. Sometimes, I have to even talk to people, and that’s much harder than killing or disposing of bodies. I am loyal to the Vulture Hollow MC though, so I do what I must.

I’ve just dropped off a parcel of our homegrown psychedelics with the local butcher, who moonlights as a drug dealer, but lots of folks around here hold down two or three jobs, so I’m not surprised. At least he didn’t expect small talk, so I finished my task for the day without issue and now I get to reward myself with a juicy burger.

I like the Gravy Fountain, because not only do their wrappers not crinkle, but I also have a favorite corner booth that gives me a view of all exits, including the one into the kitchen, and the street. I get to watch people, feel safe, and ponder what to do with the rest of my day.

I could go back to our village and continue with my book, find out whether Kargle the werewolf gets to save his lands from destruction, or use the opportunity while I’m in town to indulge a little. I won’t lie, Kargle’s story’s been pretty uninspired, and I might just be returning that book to the library without reading it to the end.

I might seem like a menace to society to most people, but the librarian, Mrs. Willow, calls me sweetheart whenever I return books on time. She even gave me a cookie last time. I wonder if she needs new glasses, because I’m pretty sure there’s not much endearing about my black greasy hair or the pasty skin that could give a vampire a run for his money. I’m at peace with being the kind of guy people cross the street to avoid, but it’s still nice to know that not even the 1% patches on my cut can scare off good old Mrs. Willow.

I take my meat blue, and as juices flood my tongue, I lean back in the booth, scanning the street outside. It’s a nice town, this one, a clear sign of its progressing gentrification. The streets are clean. Most vehicles—pristine. And on the other side of the road is a lineup of businesses a place as small as this simply would not have had twenty years ago.

A bakery/restaurant serving “modern food with a middle Eastern twist”. A flower shop called Plant Mommy. A pet groomer with a figurine of a cotton candy pink poodle in the window. And one of those esoteric shops I’ve seen popping up here and there. I settle my gaze on the golden Buddha at the centre of the display when the door opens, and a lanky figure steps out.

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Don’t bring a kiss to a knife fight.

Roadkill. Violent. Brash. Obsessive. In the closet.

Clyde. Cunning. Ruthless. Biker royalty. Trapped on the other side of the same closet.

Roadkill.

I’ve hated Clyde Turner since the moment I laid eyes on him. I hate him for existing, for tempting me, for being everything I can’t have.

Ice-blue eyes, a cocky smirk that makes my fists itch, a damn Hell’s Butchers MC prince. I want him violently, but since I can’t have him, I will destroy him. I killed his f*cking brother, and he’s next.

When a fire traps us together, death feels inevitable. With no way out and nothing left to lose, we trade confessions like poison-laced promises.

I say I wish I’d f*cked him. Just to break him. Just to see disgust twist his perfect face.

His reply is like a bullet.

“I would have let you…”

Clyde.

I should’ve burned to death in that fire, because now my worst nightmare has come true. Roadkill knows. He knows the secret I’ve spent years burying beneath blood, alcohol, and loyalty to my club.

I have to kill him. There’s no other way.

But a knife fight leads to kisses and a deal struck in the dark. We’ll keep it quiet. No one needs to know. Enemies with benefits, nothing more. A stolen moment here, a touch there, with no strings and no club betrayal.

Until one of us is dead, I’ll let myself fall into his bed, and in the meanwhile, I’ll keep looking for the bastard who killed my brother.

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Chapter 1

Road

If God appeared before me and asked if I had one wish, I would have the answer at the tip of my tongue. There’s nothing I want more than for all the members of the Hell’s Butchers MC to fall into the abyss and burn for all eternity while demons stab them with hot pokers. It wouldn’t make up for all the shit they’ve pulled over the years, but it would be a start.

I’ve never wanted it as much as when a bullet swishes right by my ear.

The top of my shit list, now that his cunt of a brother is dead—Clyde fucking Turner. It’s his head I imagine aiming at when I stand up and rain bullets from the assault rifle. I lose balance when something collides with the side of my chest, knocking me back, but those fuckers can’t stop me. And neither can my prez when he grabs my belt and attempts to tug me back behind the barricade of cement bags.

I only let him once my magazine runs empty.

“The fuck did I say about throwing yourself into the fire, huh?” Prophet shouts, glaring at me from under his thick brows. Eye twitching, his gaze focuses on my T-shirt, and he tugs on his dark beard in a gesture I know painfully well. He’s nervous. What about?

Creep, our spy/sniper peeks past the tarp covering the bags, but the moment his greasy dark hair looms above it, bullets hit the steel wall of our warehouse. With a scowl twisting his sharp features, he rolls onto the concrete and reaches to the box of ammo. My blood runs cold when I see he’s grabbing the last magazine.

Fucking hell.

“You’re hit,” Prophet says loud enough I can hear him over the roar of shooting. My gaze follows his, all the way to a red splat spreading over the torn white top and staining the name of our club, Vulture Hollow MC.

Well, shit.

“I’m fine,” I say despite my limbs suddenly feeling numb. Won’t be the first scar on my body. I lift the top to get a better look. “Didn’t even fuck up my ink.”

Prophet shakes his head with a level glare. “Just try not to die, hm?”

But when another bullet strikes our barricade, I can’t wait around. We’ve got more ammo in the building, and when I’m back with it, who knows, maybe I’ll get to kill another Butcher.

“You wish you could get rid of me this easily. I’m fucking immortal,” I say and leave the rifle as I gravitate toward the door leading into the warehouse.

When I reach the edge of our wall of cement bags, I get on all fours and hope for the best. My undignified dash for the building doesn’t take long, and while someone shoots, I’m fast and roll inside. There’s thirteen of us here, and only Katze is out of commission, so I hope they can stand their ground before I’m back with supplies.

The walls dull some of the noise coming from outside, but as I stretch to dash between the pallets of supplies, the world swings, and I have to lean against a support beam as my vision blurs. I don’t think I’m bleeding out yet, but I need to be more cautious about my movements until this fuckery is over.

Only two lamps illuminate the entire building, but they provide enough light for me to cross the maze of cargo— The sight before me knocks air out of my chest more effectively than the bullet had.

Clyde Turner scoots by one of the beams supporting the roof above our heads. He might be facing away, but I would have recognized the pale braid hanging down his back, and that round ass, anywhere. There’s no one in the world I hate more.

The shootout outside muffles the noise I make dashing toward him with an action movie soundtrack pumping in my skull. I could slit his throat from behind, or stab him, but what would be the fun in that?

His hair feels silky in my hand when I twist it around my wrist and drag him away from—

“Is that a fucking bomb?” I utter, staring at the device attached to the pillar with reinforced tape.

Clyde yelps at the tug on his hair (one reason I have a buzz cut). “The fuck?”

I’ve not seen him from this close in a while, but his ice blue eyes are like I remembered—cold, condescending, and filled with hate. For me, for my club, and most likely, for the whole world. I’m not surprised he has a scar over one of those baby blues, from forehead to cheek, because I’d gladly pluck them out for staring at me like I’m dirt under his boot.

I’m so taken by his proximity, that I don’t block the elbow coming my way fast enough, and it strikes me in the fresh wound.

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“Give me your shadow, and my body is yours.”

An elven prince shouldn’t be working at Best Burgers Bonanza. Yet here I am, banished to the human realm for a lifetime of toil and misery. I guess that’s what I get for being a traitor and the shortest elf at the Nocturne Court, with a shadow no darker than a tea stain.

I’m stuck with no scheme up my sleeve when destiny brings me face to face with the answer to all my troubles.

Hawk. A dangerous human on the run from prison, so tall my neck hurts when I meet his gaze. His shadow is dark as death and it will be mine if only I can force him to marry me.

What I don’t expect though is the price for his exquisite power.

He wants my body.

I’ve never been an object of anyone’s desire, but I will do whatever it takes to make him my Dark Companion.

When our illicit deal shatters the ice around my heart, keeping Hawk at arm's length becomes impossible.

Our bond is supposed to be one of convenience. He’s crude, violent, reckless, and wants to devour me in the filthiest ways. He’s everything I shouldn’t want.

I chose him to be my salvation, but he might just prove to be my downfall.

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Chapter 1

Hawk

Do sardines ever get canned with sardines that previously tried to shank them, so they’re stuck together for years, until the Grim Reaper opens the container and devours them both? I’ve been at death’s door five times, so I guess I’m long overdue a hot date with Hades.

Today, I am that unlucky sardine, and the guy who almost succeeded at killing me two months ago glares at me from across the van. The two guards escorting us to another prison sit close to the doors at the back, discussing something in low voices. Both Samson and I are cuffed to the floor by our ankles and wrists, too far away from anyone, including each other, to cause any damage.

I should resent being treated like some rabid beast, but let’s be honest, I deserve it. If my cuffs had any slack, I’d be wrapping the chain between them around Samson’s neck.

With no one here to make sure protocol is followed, the younger of the guards, a cute blond with a canine protruding from the line formed by his otherwise straight smile, turns on his cell phone and flashes his colleague something. They both grin.

“What is it? Redheads? Cumshots? Gay?” I ask, letting my gaze linger on the young guard’s eyes. I would do him in a heartbeat, even if he is a bit too muscular for my taste. But then again, nobody’s perfect.

A low grunt echoes between the truck’s steel walls, and the guard stuffs his cell down his pocket. The daylight sneaking through small barred windows offers me a flash of his horrified expression as he stutters, “No, that’s… my kid. Jesus Christ, Coleman, shut the hatch to that filthy mind of yours! I’m sure you can find a dick to suck in your new cell.”

Damn right I can. I’ve had enough going on in the face department to get down and dirty with pretty boys back in high school, and at thirty, I’d be even more of a catch if I hadn’t been unfairly incarcerated. Green eyes and tattoos can make a guy forget such minor details as a murder conviction. I’ve actually had several marriage proposals by mail.

Samson looks up with his bloodshot eyes. “Getting antsy? Not fucked anyone since your last hole sold you out?”

I don’t know why he’s baiting me, because neither one of us can reach the other. We’re stuck like two eunuchs at an orgy.

“I don’t come and tell,” I tell him in a steady voice, because the reality is that between suffering from an infection and barely recovering from this bastard turning my stomach into a pin cushion, I’m not in the mood for procuring blowjobs. At least while in hospital, I got the great news of being STD-free.

“You should be dead!” Samson snarls and spits at me, but his saliva pathetically falls next to my shoe.

I smirk. “With that kind of aim, no wonder you have no kids waiting for you out there.”

Samson lowers his voice. “Next time I’ll aim my knife for your fucking dick. If you survive that, at least you’ll get to live your shittiest life.”

One of the guards scowls at us. “Can you two shut it? You’ll both be in the can for life. Why make yourself even more miserable?”

I hold Samson’s gaze, until his blue eyes are my sole focus, his scarred jaw and the narrow nose that would have been so easy to break, only a blur. “Or maybe magic will save me again, and I’ll end up with an additional inch between my legs. Who knows?”

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“I love Christmas. So every year, I kill someone. As a treat."

Nico

Have you ever fallen in love with a man as he was pointing his gun at you? Well, I have. Tiny problem? I’m in the middle of my murderous Christmas tradition, and he’s a witness.

But it’s not his fault I got too excited and didn’t check if I was alone. I can’t just kill him because of my own blunder. Not when he has such dreamy green eyes filled with fear and pent-up rage.

What I can do is take him with me for safekeeping while I work out how to make him understand that while my methods are cruel, my intentions are pure.

Or how to make him fall for me.

Whichever is first.

Blake

My eighteenth birthday was supposed to be the happiest day of my sheltered life. Finally, I would gain independence and inherit half my family fortune. Instead, I ended up kidnapped.

I was about to get carved into pieces when… a Christmas miracle in the form of a beefy homicidal maniac saved me.

Only now I’m trapped in his basement and getting love bombed by a psycho golden retriever. He eats turkey sandwiches for every breakfast, enjoys making festive ornaments out of human teeth, and lets his violent urges shine like a Christmas tree.

I shouldn’t find him hot.

I shouldn’t want to indulge his murderous tendencies.

And I definitely shouldn’t want him to be my first.

But I’m being hunted and might just need a monster to keep me safe.

(And he does actually make really good fruitcake)

“Ho Ho Homicidal Maniac” is a standalone M/M dark romance where a Christmas-obsessed serial killer falls for a poor little rich boy who also happens to be his favorite true crime podcaster.

Themes and Size difference, serial killer, mistrust, small town, loneliness, possessive hero, grumpy/sunshine, dark humor, abduction, first love, morally gray, sheltered rich boy, psychopath, black cat/golden retriever relationship, stockholm syndrome, betrayal, first time, opposites attract, stuck together, fish out of water, CHRISTMAS, dark secret, dude in distress, wallflower.

Kidnapping, violence, gore, strong language, and steamy, explicit scenes

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Chapter 1

Blake

It’s just my luck that my first-ever evening at a gay nightclub ends like this.

My head is a snow globe filled with tar. Scattered thoughts whir without rhyme or reason, but as I wake up and open my eyes, the world falls back into place.

I don’t like a single thing about my new reality.

The musty smell of the stained mattress I’m on reaches my senses first, but as everything comes into focus, my muscles calcify with terror.

A camera mounted on a tripod is pointing straight at me, and when I look around, I realize I’m in a real-life horror movie.

The X-shaped frame of a Saint Andrew’s cross, complete with wrist and ankle restraints, towers over me and casts a long shadow on my legs. Knives and saws hang on the wall, lined up by size, and the smell of dried blood is barely covered by the overwhelming stench of bleach.

Once I’m certain there’s no one else here, I lift my head and attempt to dart toward the camera, but a tug on my waist pulls me right back onto the musty bedding with a loud clang of the chain attached to the steel belt sitting around my midsection. I narrowly avoid hitting my head on the wall, but as my temples pulse from the onslaught of fear, I grab the ring digging into my tender flesh. It’s attached to the wall with links that refuse to budge when I pull.

I have always considered myself smart. I’ve consumed so many true-crime documentaries, I started my own podcast, and yet, when a guy dressed up as a sexy Santa bought me a shot at the club, I didn’t even blink twice before downing it. He complimented my dark curls, whispered a sweet word about my green eyes, and I fell into his trap.

After all, it’s my eighteenth birthday, and I left my house for the first time in weeks. I was supposed to have the time of my life, and my brother got me a fake ID so I could enter a gay nightclub. I even dressed up in a dumb Christmas elf costume in hope of attracting someone willing to take my V-card.

I glance down at the ridiculous green shorts and candy cane-patterned stockings.

If I’m so smart, how could I have been so stupid?

I would have texted my friends about where I was going, or even been there with them… if I had any.

Instead, I’m knee-deep in my worst nightmare, because the last thing I remember is Sexy Santa helping me walk when the spiked drink started working, and now I’m in a sex-and-murder basement, surrounded by raw concrete walls and furniture I don’t even want to name. They all bear traces of much use, and as I imagine this stranger strapping me to one of them to inflict torture, panic blurs all my thoughts. I helplessly pry at the lock of the steel belt around my waist.

Maybe my abductor made a fatal mistake that might just save my life? I am quite slim and have the slightest chance of pulling out of this contraption. But as I wrestle the chain with my bare hands, close to having a panic attack, a door opens somewhere above. My gaze travels beyond the camera, to a staircase leading out of this place.

Before I even see the dark shadow on the steps, someone whistles ‘Deck the Halls With Boughs of Holly’.

I’m stunned into silence as I back out into the darkest corner of my prison without making a sound, hiding behind a cupboard like the little mouse I am. I’m not someone to act impulsively, especially not while in the vulnerable position I found myself in.

The whistling man’s silhouette is tall, with wide shoulders, and a trim waist. He’s dressed in a fitted black top and dark jeans, but I end up focusing on his balaclava which features… ears. Cute, round teddy bear ears.

My stomach clenches, but I’m soon distracted by the resounding thud thud thud created by the limp body he’s dragging behind him slamming against the stairs again and again. He pulls it all the way down with a final tug that reminds me of a figure skater spinning his partner in a death spiral. The corpse slides over the floor, and from the shadows of my hideout I see a dark shape eject from his pocket and roll toward me.

I’m so frightened even breathing feels like too much of a risk, but when I recognize the fallen item to be a small gun, determination floods my veins. Despite my guts coiling as though they’re full of snakes, I hold the chain attaching me to the wall, to keep it from clinking, and lean forward, trying to make myself as small as possible. The man in black still has his back to me, so I need to move fast.

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Taken by the Lord of the Nocturne Court (Dark Companions #1) Read Online K.A. Merikan http://www.ilovenovels.com/taken-read-online-the-lord-of-the-nocturne-court-dark-companions-1-read-online-k-a-merikan Mon, 08 Jul 2024 20:38:20 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/taken-read-online-the-lord-of-the-nocturne-court-dark-companions-1-read-online-k-a-merikan Genre: Dark, Fantasy/Sci-fi, M-M Romance, Paranormal Authors: K.A. Merikan Series: Dark Companions Series by K.A. Merikan
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“I am yours, and I can be your prince as well as your beast.”

Luke

I’m your typical small-town loser stuck in a dead-end job. Single, because dating is for well-adjusted human beings, not traumatized gay boys with trust issues. All I want is to leave my past behind and finally start living.

My wish comes true in the most bizarre way imaginable. One evening, a beautiful man with pointy ears and flowing dark locks appears out of nowhere. He proclaims I am to be his ‘Dark Companion’ based on some stupid deal I made in a dream. Oh, and apparently he’s an elven prince, the Lord of Shadows, Protector of the Nightmare Realm and Knight of Grief Ocean.

Which is a weird way to ask me out, but okay.

It’s a hard no from me, but this absolute psycho abducts me to his palace in a moonlit realm populated by vicious beasts and backstabbing courtiers.

If I am to ever get back home, I need to adapt, because our full moon wedding is approaching fast. I can’t allow myself to buy into his seductive kisses, poet shirts made of spider silk and bouquets of sapphire roses. They hide poison and deception. A gilded cage is still a prison.

But…

What if I just never realized that what I need is a man with a cruel smile and a sword dipped in midnight? A man with secrets, and scars, and smoky eyes, and a past filled with darkness, and… have I mentioned he has a big d—

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“Taken by the Lord of the Nocturne Court” is a standalone, scorching hot, dark gothic M/M romantasy filled with snark and dark humor, but also violence, peril, jealousy, and angst.
The book is a darkly romantic escape into the shadows where love and destiny collide. Dive into the pages to discover if a gilded cage can become a home when shared with a seductive elven prince devoted to his Dark Companion’s every wish.

POSSIBLE SPOILERS:
Themes: abduction, enemies to lovers, size difference, fake relationship, dark humor, snark, jealousy, hurt/comfort, afraid to commit, obsessive hero, forced marriage, isekai, fantasy elven prince, gothic castle, childhood trauma, shadow magic, monsters and fantastical creatures, fish-out-of-water, secrets, portal fantasy

WARNING: This story contains scenes of violence, abduction, offensive language and morally gray characters unafraid to burn the world down for their beloved.

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Chapter 1

Luke

“Would you like fries with that?” I ask, trying to not sound bored, but the man behind the counter doesn’t seem to notice my disinterest anyway.

“Do they come with your number?”

This guy. This fucking guy. I may have accidentally swiped right on him on Grindr some time ago, and now he just won’t go away. He is handsome enough, if not in the age range I tend to go for, and wears a studded leather jacket that screams midlife crisis. The red sports car waiting for him in the parking lot completes a picture of someone who would rather hit on a guy half his age at Best Burgers Bonanza than deal with his issues in therapy.

“No,” I say, giving him a level glare, because I’m at work and hate it when people forget that I can’t just tell them to get lost.

He raises his hands. “Jesus! I was just kidding. I know you’re goth and all that, but it wouldn’t hurt you to smile.”

I don’t even blink. “My mother died yesterday. Lung cancer,” I add, because the yellowish tint on his fingers suggests he’s a smoker.

I love seeing his face fall and eyes widen as flustered panic colors his cheeks. He glances at the tip jar. Yes, fucker. Make it a big one, so I can actually afford a new car.

A car in which I can leave this town one day and never look back.

No more flipping burgers.

No more mediocre hookups with locals.

And no more stupid bosses.

“Luke? Can we have a chat?” My boss’s voice is like fingernails screeching over a blackboard. “Kurt, will you please finish serving this gentleman?” Marty asks my co-worker, who appears dead inside as he shuffles over to swap with me at the register. For Kurt’s sake, I hope the customer’s type is sad goth boys, not perky jocks.

“Sorry for your loss.” The customer chokes out as I walk off.

Best Burgers Bonanza, otherwise known as BBB, isn’t the worst fast food joint in town, but its years show in the peeling leather chairs and the paint that has long faded from a lively green to a washed-out mint.

Which unfortunately also happens to be the shade of my uniform consisting of a barfalicious polo shirt and shapeless black pants. I’m also obligated to wear a baseball cap with the BBB logo and that thing always makes my scalp itch. At least Marty lets me wear my combat boots and doesn’t make me take out my nose ring.

He speaks once we pass the kitchen and reach the corridor leading to the staff room. His gray hair bristles, in a stark contrast to the flushed face.

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Wanted (Wrong Side of the Tracks #5) Read Online K.A. Merikan http://www.ilovenovels.com/wanted-wrong-side-of-the-tracks-5-read-online-k-a-merikan Sat, 30 Mar 2024 18:33:28 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/wanted-wrong-side-of-the-tracks-5-read-online-k-a-merikan Genre: Contemporary, M-M Romance Authors: K.A. Merikan Series: Wrong Side of the Tracks Series by K.A. Merikan
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Total pages in book: 145
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“I’m pretty sure he likes d!ck. Now I just need to make him realize it.”

Liver. F*ckboy extraordinaire. Race car driver. Cocky. Horny. Would kill for his best friend.

Knox. Kickboxer with a chip on his shoulder and a heart condition. Crybaby. Would get rid of a body for his best friend.

Wanted for questioning in connection to a murder.

Possibly-maybe in love with each other and too dumb to see it.

Liv never meant to kill anyone. It was an accident. What was he supposed to do when his best friend’s life was at stake?

As much as Knox appreciates the whole saving his life thing, they’re now wanted by the cops, on the run, homeless, hungry, and miserable. At least they have each other.

They hope to find shelter in a vast junkyard, instead they witness a crime and are about to get dunked in acid.

But they’ve overheard that the owner of the place shelters gay guys.

So Liv does the most logical thing. He pretends to be Knox’s boyfriend to get their lives spared. Knox might not like it, but what choice do they have once they started lying?

Only that touching Knox starts an avalanche of new feelings and desires Liv never anticipated. His dick is on board even before his brain is.

Now, all he needs to do is convince Knox that there’s nothing wrong in exploring this new attraction. Sadly, Knox can be as stubborn as he is pretty, but Liv wasn’t called the trailer park prince for nothing.

He’ll do whatever it takes to make Knox see the light.

And by light, he means his dick.

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bi-awakening, gay-awakening, best friends to lovers, internalized homophobia, coming out, first times, fake dating, partners in crime, dark humor, jealousy, idiots to lovers, oblivious to love, fake relationship, found family, afraid to commit, illegal racing, poverty

Scorching hot, gritty M/M romance

~125,000 words (Standalone)

This story contains scenes of violence, offensive language and morally gray characters.

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Chapter 1

Liv

“So, you're telling me you're not having sex with me because you have to pick up my loser ex whose useless car is broken? I thought he was the one with the sex drive of a dried worm,” Amanda said, flapping her arms as if this could prevent her crash with reality.

Her voice drilled into Liv’s ear like a hungry cockroach, but after a week of dating, it’d become white noise. Ignoring her moaning, Liv checked all the kitchen cupboards, and then the little hanger with kitchen utensils, but the car keys remained lost while the wolf-shaped clock ticked away the seconds remaining until the end of Knox’s shift.

“There’s a cucumber in the fridge, if you’re so insatiable,” he mumbled, walking over to the sofa at one end of the trailer and pushing his fingers between the limp cushions. He needed to get going, because it was almost 2 a.m., and Knox would be losing his shit if his ride home failed to arrive on time.

Amanda clutched at her hair and let out a frustrated roar, as if she were forced to deal with someone’s unruly kid. “You’re such a shithead! I’d dump you if your dick wasn’t worth its weight in gold.”

When Liv ignored her, turning away, a pillow hit the back of his head and fell to the sticky floor he’d been meaning to wash since the party last Friday. He glared at her but she only gave him a self-satisfied smirk, as if making him acknowledge her presence was already a win. Liv took a deep breath and pushed down his anger, because this wasn’t the time to deal with Amanda’s bullshit. He could have sworn he’d left the keys on the windowsill, like always. Short hair tickled his palm as he rubbed his head in frustration.

“Are you sure you haven’t seen them? There’s a little hot rod keychain attached to them.” A gift from Knox for his twenty-first birthday two years back. The paint was scraped off in a few spots, but the little accessory remained one of his favorite possessions. Too bad he couldn’t call it with his phone to locate the damn keys!

Amanda, who at this point wore a tiny skirt and nothing else, rolled over on the sofa, briefly attracting Liv’s attention with her perky little breasts. “Why do you care anyway? If he really was your best friend, we would have never gotten together.”

A scowl twisted his lips, but she couldn’t see it anyway when he peeked under the paint-splattered table he and Knox used for DIY projects.

This attitude was exactly why he chose to fuck bro code and sleep with her in the first place. Knox had fallen for her pretty eyes (and lies) far too easily, and he didn’t deserve to have his heart stomped on by a woman who didn’t respect him or care about him.

Amanda had been shooting Liv flirty glances since the very start of that relationship, and since Knox was too stubborn to believe his best friend, the only way to get him out of that mess had been to force the truth in his face.

And… well, Liv had been fucking Amanda since, so now Knox hated them both. Maybe in time, he would understand that Liv did him a favor. For now though, Amanda’s pussy was enough of a distraction to ignore all her other qualities for a while longer. Tonight, though, she was really testing him.

“I’ll pick him up even if I have to walk there. So, I’m asking you again: have you seen the keys?”

“No. Why can’t he take an Uber or something? Is he that broke?” Amanda rolled her eyes and pulled on her nipple as if she thought she could seduce Liv into staying.

Fat chance.

Liv might have the sex drive of a feral dog, but he was also as loyal as one when it mattered, and his best friend came first… even though he had told Liv to go to Hell just last week. Fortunately, they shared one trailer and couldn’t part just like that, which offered enough of a cooldown period to mend Knox’s wounded pride. Or so Liv hoped.

They’d shared this place for the past four years, since their parents had gotten together, forming the most dysfunctional of couples. But Knox and Liv? They fit together like bacon and eggs. Brothers from other mothers and all that. Liv would always have Knox’s back, whether that entailed lying to the cops or fucking his girlfriend to shake him out of his pointless infatuation.

They would eventually move on from this.

“He’s not broke,” Liv lied, “But it’s a waste to pay so much money for a ride when I have a perfectly good car.”

“He’s not broke? When’s the last time you looked at his shelf in the fridge? That man’s idea of a meal is old pizza and half a jar of Nutella.” Amanda’s laugh was like a series from a shotgun. It sounded just like it had when she’d scolded Knox for having a messy haircut.

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All I Want for Christmas Is Revenge Read Online K.A. Merikan http://www.ilovenovels.com/all-i-want-for-christmas-is-revenge-read-online-k-a-merikan Fri, 15 Dec 2023 11:43:24 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/all-i-want-for-christmas-is-revenge-read-online-k-a-merikan Genre: Contemporary, Crime, Dark, M-M Romance Authors: K.A. Merikan Advertisement

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“I will kill the men who murdered your family… for a price. You will be mine.”

Saint

Being a hitman is the loneliest of jobs. We don’t have many friends. Some don’t even have family. Lovers? Try explaining to your boyfriend why there’s blood on your shirt.

Christmas is the worst time to be alone, but this year, love is on the cards for me. All thanks to a letter I found in the street.

It reads, “Dear Santa, all I want for Christmas is revenge…”

At first, I’m intrigued by the words, the grisly details, and the rage steaming off the page. The author doesn’t know it yet, but we are a perfect fit. His bloodthirst is equal to mine, his creativity in coming up with ways to kill is admirable, and when I track him down, I instantly fall for the wrath in his dark eyes.

His wish is my command, if he’s ready to pay the price - being mine.

Rowan

My therapist always tells me I should let go of my pain and rage. But I don’t want to let go. I want the men who attacked my family dead.

I just never thought I’d get my wish granted. But there’s a catch. The handsome monster who abducts me to his lair wants me as his payment.

Me, the strange loner filled with bitterness and sarcasm. Me, who never even had a boyfriend. Me, with my cane and irrational fears.

But I’d sell my soul to the Devil for revenge, so I might as well offer my body to a seductive assassin. After all, he cooks well, kills people, buys me bath bombs… What else could I want in a boyfriend?

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“All I want for Christmas is Revenge” is a standalone M/M dark romance where an obsessive hitman desperate for love zeroes in on a young man willing to trade his life for revenge. (+Cute Christmas dates!)

Themes and tropes: Size difference, assassin, mistrust, snowed in, small town, revenge, loneliness, illicit arrangement, possessive hero, past trauma, dark humor, abduction, first love, soulmates, age gap, disabled hero, morally gray
Warnings: Kidnapping, violence, gore, stalking, strong language, and steamy, explicit scenes

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Chapter 1

Saint

My uncle should have warned me being a hitman is the loneliest of jobs. The only people who get to see the real me? My marks. And I never get to enjoy much time in their company.

But it is what it is.

“How do you like your steak? It’s a pretty good cut, so I assume… rare?” I ask, basting the chunk of meat with herby butter while the gentleman sitting by the table grunts into the clean tea towel I stuffed into his mouth earlier.

Ugh, such an ugly sound.

“My thoughts exactly,” I say, careful to not splash any of the fat on my white shirt.

After almost twenty years in this line of work, I should know better than to wear white, but it just looks so good against my tan I end up with it more often than not. What can I say? I like the finer things in life, and a crisp white shirt is my indulgence. I don't have a boyfriend to spoil so I might as well buy myself a new shirt after every job.

The scent of the meat fills the kitchen, making me salivate. I am always happy to give someone a proper sendoff rather than just end things with a quick jab of the needle or an unexpected twist to their neck. There is something poetic in a person getting to contemplate all the mistakes they made in life, as well as wonder about the good things that will never happen. And as I plate the steak alongside a serving of potatoes and a salad, I'm regretful I can’t afford to let my victim have a final bite of delicious food.

Then again, he was the one who chose to reside in an apartment building in the middle of town, and I’m not letting him spoil my afternoon by shouting for help.

“I haven’t dined in company for a while. Can you believe it?” I ask, taking a seat across from my mark, whose bloodshot eyes regard me frantically, as if he still believes there’s a way out of this. Then again, civilians often do. They imagine themselves as action heroes capable of untangling my knots and then somehow escaping the clutches of a professional killer.

Obviously, if that kind of thing ever happened, I'd be out of a job.

Daryl, because that’s the name of the guy who picked the meat I’m going to have for dinner tonight, huffs, and a bit of saliva dribbles down his chin, having soaked through the bundle of fabric.

I shrug, starting with the salad as I regard him. “Thank you for noticing. I am quite handsome. Tall, dark-haired, firm muscles, amazing eyes… Oh, I get laid, all right, but it’s tough to date in my line of work. Suppose straight hitmen have it easier?” I ask.

The panic in his eyes makes me laugh, and he rattles in the chair as if he thinks I might want something sexual from him just because I’m gay.

“You’re not even my type, so don’t get ahead of yourself. It’s just…” I glance at the snow falling outside the window. It shimmers like glitter in the glow of street lamps. “I don’t know what it is about Christmas time, but it always makes loneliness feel more pronounced. People go pick trees together, drink hot chocolate in cafes, and frantically buy last-minute gifts. The irony, right? All this money I saved up over the years, and no one to buy a present for.”

Even the delicious steak tastes somewhat bitter.

Daryl grunts into the gag, no doubt telling me something about ‘having a family’, and I shake my head, cutting into the steak. The juices make the meat look delectable, and I groan with pleasure as I bite in. “See, that’s the problem. That dog you poisoned? It was Mrs. Walker’s only family. She’s right not to let that go. My uncle took out the people who killed our remaining family. And when he died, I avenged him too. It’s what makes the world tick. Don‘t you think it’s poetic that you’ll also die by poison?”

Daryl’s forehead shines with sweat but he tries breathing through his nose to calm down. That won’t change his fate either.

“What? You’re sorry?” I contemplate that for a while between one bite and another. “First of all, I don’t think you are. Second, too little too late. That dog died in her arms. No apology can undo that. I don’t even know why you have to make any of this about yourself when you’ll be gone very soon, and I’ll have no one to be honest with again.”

Daryl thrashes, screaming into the gag, but I keep eating even as he falls over. That man couldn’t unwind my knots if he dislocated each of his fingers, but I still peer his way. “On the way here, I was considering to maybe let you live until Christmas, but that would have been too much hassle. People like you aren’t good companion material. I did my research, and there’s a reason why you sleep alone and why you only have one steak in your fridge.”

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