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Bad Things by Varian Krylov
Publisher: Smashwords
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Artist: Photographer: Ekaterina Zakharova; Cover
design: Jay Aheer
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Xavier makes a lot of people nervous. The
rest, he flat-out scares. More than his hulking, tattooed body, it's his
predator's gaze that makes people feel vulnerable, as if he had the power to
read their thoughts and see their soul. For his lovers, it's Xavier's ravenous
appetite for all things carnal—for the taste of flesh under his tongue and the
feel of a trembling body under his control, for whispered pleas and muffled cries—that
makes him dangerous.
But recently, driven by a festering rage
against the men who attacked his sister a decade ago, Xavier has developed a
taste for a different kind of hunt and conquest: stalking men who do truly bad
things and punishing the predators he sniffs out. The problem with vigilante
justice, though, is sometimes the man in your trap is innocent.
Carson suspects he's playing a risky game
with dangerous men. But the lies are convincing, especially when they're
slipped to him among hundred dollar bills. He never guessed how big and dark
the secret hidden under all the lies and money could be. And he has no idea
he's not the predator, but the prey, until it's too late.
And you can't beg for mercy when there's a
gag in your mouth.
But when Carson escapes from Xavier's trap, he's forced to accept that
Xavier is far from his most dangerous enemy. Xavier may even hold the key to
overcoming the painful past that has kept Carson prisoner for almost two
decades.
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Categories: BDSM, Romance, Contemporary, Crime Fiction, M/M Romance,
Erotica, Menage/Poly, Thriller, Fiction
Excerpt:
When Xavier moved in, Carson struggled against the
restraints. “Fucking . . . Come on. This shit's not funny anymore.” Pleading
gaze upturned from under his dark lashes.
Xavier laughed. “What's
that look?”
“Come on, Xavier. I know I fucked up. Of course you're mad. But . . .
come on. We're . . . ”
“What are we, Carson?”
“I thought we were . . . ”
“Did you think we were friends?” Xavier laughed. “Did you
think that you sleeping on my couch and cooking me a couple meals makes us
friends?”
He breathed in the smell of
him. Nervous sweat rising over the scent of soap. He caressed his cheek.
Carson went dead still,
then tried to mold his frightened expression into sternness. “You could go to
jail for this.”
Carson's whining was
getting on his nerves. Xavier lifted the lid on the chest of dark brown leather
and took out the ball gag. Too funny, that perplexed expression on Carson's
face, then horrified incredulity as he figured it out. Sitting on his thighs,
gazing into those shimmering blue pools of terror, Xavier got it on him before
he could complain much more.
Xavier grinned. “You're not the first guy I've had cuffed to this post.
And that gag in your mouth isn't the only toy in my box of treasures. But it is
one of my favorites, because it means I don't have to listen to a bunch of
whining and begging. I mean, I love whining and begging. I get hard for whining
and begging. But only for the first few minutes. Then it gets incredibly
fucking tedious.
“But the thing I really love about
the gag is, it's so much easier to get to know someone when they're being
quiet. Just watching their face. Looking into their eyes. Without a bunch of
blah, blah, lies, blah, blah rationalization to muddy the truth.”
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About the Author
Growing up near Los Angeles,
I spent much of my time frolicking in the Pacific Ocean and penning
angst-twisted poetry. Now I'm living in sunny Spain writing pathos-riddled
fiction.
I've always loved the music and substance of words, always loved writing in well-worn notebooks by hand, tapping at the keys of the computer, and, of course, conjuring up stories.
And from my earliest memories, I've always been fascinated—maybe obsessed?—with sex and sexuality.
In my writing, sex is the medium, the expression, and the tool of discovery for my characters' insecurities, the needs that drive them, the comfort they can't live without, the joy and relish of life that makes each of them intense, strange, and alluring.
I've always loved the music and substance of words, always loved writing in well-worn notebooks by hand, tapping at the keys of the computer, and, of course, conjuring up stories.
And from my earliest memories, I've always been fascinated—maybe obsessed?—with sex and sexuality.
In my writing, sex is the medium, the expression, and the tool of discovery for my characters' insecurities, the needs that drive them, the comfort they can't live without, the joy and relish of life that makes each of them intense, strange, and alluring.
Twitter: @VarianKrylov
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