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The Red Market
I am Caesar. Broken and conflicted. I am a man who gives false goodness to those who crave it. I provide solace to the ones who beg to be saved, giving them the goodbyes they want. But, my quiet little world is about to be shattered by the whispers from heaven and hell.I am Mateo. Unlovable and unworthy. I am the boy everyone runs from. I keep love close to me in little jars of perfection, reminding me of a thousand goodbyes I never had to say, because I left them before they could leave me.I am Svetlana. Dirty and Used. Birthed into brutality while still trying to comprehend my version of normal. I am an injured lamb, eaten by filthy wolves day after day. Just as salvation seems like it's within reach, a goodbye from this awful world is all that I wish for.
28 Boys
Underneath these gang tattoos beats a heart three times a year. I'm a slow puncture death, a murderer, a rapist, and a number. I killed my best friend. Death doesn't stalk me, it walks ahead of me by twenty-eight paces. I went home after I sold my soul to the devils. I thought life would begin, I was a free man, instead within days the bullets fly and my last hope dies with the slain. There is nothing left to live for in this world. I belong to the 28s, I'll always belong to the 28s. The woman across the road judges me, she hates me, and takes every opportunity to let me know it. Yet, somehow, when grief etched our names down in the book of the dead, we dared be bold enough to find love. I'm not a good man, and I'm not pretty. I come from the Cape Flats where my life was reduced to a prison cell number. In all this ugliness I found beauty, innocence, and forgiveness. I can't forgive myself for the crimes I've committed, but I'll die trying to earn hers. In a world where nothing matters, she does.
Tinder B@ng
Tinder. The bane of my existence. But with my 30th birthday around the corner, I'm feeling the heat to jump into the deep end with both feet. Except, it's not deep at all. It's a kiddies pool filled to the brim with unsolicited pecker portaits, and 'hey babe, wanna b@ng'. So when the first sem-decent guy, fifteen years my senior, swipes right, I think I might be one of the lucky ones. Until I'm not. Tinder. The bane of my existence. Only because my triplets thought it would hilarious to sign me up without my knowledge. It's a disaster in the making, but considering my first marriage ended badly, I decide to jump feet first into the dating dumpsterfire. And the flames are too hot for my liking. But then my children swipe right on a woman fifteen years my junior, and I think maybe I'm willing to risk the flames. Until I'm not.
Devious Resolutions
GLAM yourself up and get ready for Dinner at Midnight as twelve of your favorite dark authors take you on a wild ride for New Year's. When a Good Boy shows his Aberrant Desires for Delicious Deviance, and being a Chew Toy can fulfill a Sinner's wild fantasy.Step into the role of being a Muse that comes from decadent Champagne Dreams. Get enticed into being Bait as you enjoy the show of the Hung. And when all is said and done, prepare to end your night with a tempting Bang, Bang.Devious Resolutions: A Dark M/M Anthology.
Cirque
A boy looked in a window, to see a naughty show Through the pane of pain, the master clown did blow The circus is a holy tent, the keeper of my rhyme Where I forged my chains, creating this pantomime Pretending to be normal, I wait until after dark Then I paint the frown on, get a whore from the park At the bottom of that bed was a darling in a chest She watched with big eyes, horror hooking her from rest She dances for the maniac, twirling on her strings I will make her mine, sharing damaged things I will be her riddle, she will help me grin So why does she run away, she has to let me in No one loves the clown, not even the midget We've gone too far, she will know my secret Love can break the hardest mask, I know this to be true Nightmares have hearts too, I only needed you
Stealing Virtue
Eight authors come together to bring you a collection of dark and deviant tales based on human trafficking. Do you dare to test your ability to survive the depths of depravity that the mind can sink when all bets are off?Sail the high seas with Black Jack and attempt to survive long enough to bear witness to the unnerving moments to come. Run Rabbit Run from the Sellers as they Harvest the secrets hidden in the Carbon mines. Walk the streets with Fancy and attempt to tell The Difference Between what's real and what's a lie. Engage in The Last Dance for the somber encore before the world fades away from your very eyes.Stealing Virtue: Tales of Trafficking for the dearly depraved.
Wicked Little Words
Edwin Allen Mercer I want them all to read my words. And they do. Every last blood-stained sentence, they've read and praised me for. They love the gore and violence, the realness. And I get a sense of power with it all because I know a secret: the victims in my books-they're real and have all died on my table. And maybe that's why the last book had such awful reviews. Murder is, after all, a dirty little thing. Some can stomach it. Others can't. My answer to those reviews: find a woman to co-author with. To be the next pathetic character in my book. Pity she's so pretty. Miranda Cross All I've ever wanted was to be successful as a writer so when I was offered the opportunity to co-author a book with my idol, EA Mercer, I jumped at the chance. He's beautiful and a literary genius, but something about him makes my stomach knot. And maybe it's my overactive imagination making my hairs stand on end when he walks up behind me. After all, these wicked little words we're typing are only fiction. They're only fiction...
Barren
I always wanted to find a place where I belonged.A place where I wasn't looked at differently for being one in a million.I left home when I was seventeen looking for this nirvana on Earth that I knew had to exist somewhere, and I finally found it in a small revival of traveling performers.No one here looks at me any differently because of my illness. See, even though I look like the perfect picture of health, that couldn't be further from the truth.I don't believe that my anomalies make me any less of a person than someone who has the ability to feel certain things.My new family has welcomed me with open arms, and even made me a top billing because of what I can withstand-which to say is a lot.Until him.I never knew that I didn't care to feel anything until he joined us.I want to feel him.I need to feel him.I've finally found the one thing I'm unable to withstand, and when I feel his eyes on me, I know that things will be alright eventually.He wants to help me-I can see it in the way he looks at me. Whether he admits it or not, I know that he's come here for me.
Just Breathe Anthology
From Ashes to Ashes, and dusk to dusk, there are those that Cocoon themselves in the Little Lies they tell. When the Wreckage keeps them Awake at night, they see the Sickness In The Sunrise. They Ignite everything in their path.When their minds run through the Unbearable and Forbidden Sorrows. Until one day they find the thing that keeps them Grounded. All while others feel the Hostile Takeover of their lives. The constant Loops and The Rows of Tattered Pieces and fragments that plague them. Sometimes those can't be Purged driving them to the edge of madness. *This is an anthology covering topics of mental illness and disorders. There will be triggers.* **All proceeds benefit To Write Love On Her Arms (TWLOHA) a non-profit movement dedicated to presenting hope and finding help for people struggling with depression, addiction, self-injury, and suicide. TWLOHA exists to encourage, inform, inspire, and also to invest directly into treatment and recovery.**
Twisted Sacrament
Dark. Depraved. Sacrilegious.Each shocking story from these bestselling, dark authors will deform a holy sacrament into a sensually wicked taboo.There is no sanctuary, no light - only darkness - a deep, clawing horror.The blood of the innocent will be shed in a twisted perversion of all you hold dear.You will search in vain for a happy ending. This is your only warning.
