Genre: Gay, BDSM, Contemporary
Publisher: ARe Books
Date of Publication: December 1,
2015
ISBN: 978-1-943576-54-8
ASIN: TBA
Word Count: 32,000
Cover Artist: Erin Dameron-Hill
Book Description:
Seeing him whole, perfect, and on
his knees…I desired him.
One look at him told me he was a
young man on the verge of ruination, of being an addict and a slave to his
passions. He was on Marco’s arm, and was introduced as Marco’s boy. The next
time I saw him, he was Marco’s marked and branded property. One moment he was
free, the next he was not. He’s flawless, or he used to be. Now he’s just
damaged goods. Just another piece of property owned by the Reaper Brotherhood
drug cartel.
Chase is just another wasted
statistic, or he should’ve been if not for my hasty intervention. I made the
worst mistake any up-and-coming monster could’ve made. I wanted him so much
that even after he’s no longer perfect, I still wanted to save him from his
inevitable doom.
Excerpt:
“Take it all,
you nasty dog.” Marco’s voice cut through the crowd like a knife.
I stood beside
my brother, Keith, a looming silent and scarred shadow while he spoke to the
local businessman who ran a few of the neighborhood’s strip joints and to whom
we had been supplying for a number of years.
The man’s name
escaped me, but I didn’t need to know. I just needed to know whether he was a
threat to Keith and the business. Keith was the brains of our operation, and I
was just the muscle. Our arrangement worked just fine, like clockwork.
“Shut up and
suck, hole.”
Finally, I
spared a glance to where Marco, his men, and a group of men and women were
standing at the corner of the room. With my attention on them, I could finally
make out the whimpers and pleas coming from the naked young man causing all the
commotion.
Marco was one of
the Brotherhood’s best dealers, but I never liked him. Sloppy as hell, Marco
treated everyone like shit, especially the cocks and pussies belonging to the
Brotherhood. This one was no exception. On his knees, the young man struggled
to suck Marco’s cock while Marco jerked the leash connected to the collar on
the man’s neck.
Meanwhile, one
of Marco’s men hit the young man with a flogger from behind They made one hell
of a noise despite the loud music spilling through the room. Shit. A commotion
had been the last thing we needed, especially with the rumors I’d been hearing
about cops mysteriously getting tipped off about some of our dealers.
“Kade, could you
remind Marco to keep it down?” Keith asked, clearly annoyed.
Taking a long
pull of my beer, I sighed and ambled over to Marco. I shook my head when some
of my men looked my way. This was my problem to handle.
“Why, if it
isn’t Kade? Care to join us, big man?” Marco asked as the crowd parted for me.
He took his cock out from the boy’s mouth while his associate stopped the
whipping. Marco kept the leash wrapped around his arm, though.
Given my bulk
and size, it hadn’t been hard to push through the crowd. Most knew me on sight
as Keith’s head enforcer.
It took me a
second to place the protesting and sweat-slicked boy Marco had been rutting. I
remembered Chase because of his ridiculous name. Wondered what kind of mother
would name her kid that. This time, there was no smirk on his young face. No
teasing.
Just a thick
leather dog collar on his neck with a little silver tag I had a feeling bore
Marco’s name. The sounds coming out of his young, cum-covered mouth hadn’t been
sounds of pleasure. Chase hoarsely pleaded, cried, and whimpered like a dog
being beaten to death.
The last time
I’d seen him had been a month ago. It only took thirty days for Marco to break
him down from a human being to an object.
“Keith wants you
to keep the noise down. He has important guests to attend to,” I said coldly.
Something darted to my leg.
Chase. He’d
somehow managed to pry his leash from Marco’s arm, and it now dangled to the
ground. Big blue eyes too lucid for my taste looked up at me pleadingly from
beneath long lashes. They’re supposed to be drug-filled eyes, the eyes of
someone far too gone to notice reality. His hands clutched tightly at my left
leg with surprising strength.
“Please. Please
make them stop.”
About the Author:
Angelique Voisen is a bisexual,
twenty-something, type-2 diabetic and multi-pubbed writer who favors LGBT and
menage pairings. She likes experimenting with different sub-genres and her
stories may include cogs, fangs, space battles, kinky magic systems and
happily-ever-afters. When Angel’s not writing, she’s gaming, watching B-rate
action movies, or enjoying teatime with friends while enviously eyeing their
cake.
For more information on other
books by Angelique, visit her website: www.angelvoisen.blogspot.com
Tour giveaway
2 winners to receive two eBooks
from ARe Books.
Review:
A great short story with textured edges and at times some very real dubious consent moments (like the one shown above.) If you like a bit of dark MM erotic romance, this story just might be for you.
4/5
A great short story with textured edges and at times some very real dubious consent moments (like the one shown above.) If you like a bit of dark MM erotic romance, this story just might be for you.
4/5
Happy Holidays and thank you for a chance to win two ARe books :)
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