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Jason
My whole life, people hurt me, but no one as much as Gabe.
He was supposed to be my best friend.
My everything.
His mom wrecked my home, and Gabe broke my heart.
I had every intention of never seeing Gabe again, but when my mom kicked me out, I had nowhere to go except back to Belmont.
Alone in a trailer with Gabe…my now stepbrother.
Now he’s back in my life, and he won’t talk to anyone.
Except me.
And that shouldn’t make my chest tighten the way it does.
Everything about him lights a fire low in my stomach that’s impossible to ignore.
But I can’t let him back in.
I'll join the HellCats, make the money I need, and get out.
I’m done drying people’s tears.
Nobody ever dried mine.
Gabe
I haven’t spoken since the night it happened. The night that changed my life forever.
In less than a month, I lost my best friend, my dad, and then my mom.
I won’t speak.
Because I don’t deserve to speak.
I don’t deserve to take up space in this world.
Nothing matters except for waiting for my mom to come home so I can hold her again.
Then he came back.
Jason
He was everything to me, but he despises me now.
He acts like he can’t stand me, but I catch those longing glances—the way he licks his lips when I’m close.
I want Jason to wreck me.
I don’t care how much he hates me, just as long as his hands are on me.
But the deeper Jason falls into the HellCats, the more dangerous loving him becomes.
I hate that he’s doing it.
But I’ll accept it.
For him.
Silent Damage is a high-angst, high-heat MM stepbrothers romance and the second book in the Bad Boys of Belmont series. Intended for mature readers (18+) only.
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Felix (21 years old)
My father is the Mayor of Belmont, and if he finds out I’m working at a diner in the rough part of town, he’ll have me committed. He’d rather I hide in my bedroom than stoop so low as to be a server.
Well, I’d rather be a server than a lying, two-faced politician.
This is so much more than just a job; it’s the first step on the road to independence—discovering who I am, rather than what others want me to be. Plus, I have another mission to accomplish.
I want Torren.
Talking to Torren felt wonderful. Effortless. We bantered—I made him laugh. He has a nice laugh.
Then, he turned into such a jerk...
And I loved it.
I dreamt of him—his strong, calloused hands wrapped around my throat. Do I have a fear fetish, or is it the combination of attraction mixed with the carnal intensity of his anger?
The human mind is wild.
Something clicked on inside me when we started fighting. The fog of despair I’ve lived in since Mother died lifted, and I felt alive again. My body thrummed with adrenaline. Blood rushed through my veins, and I was more aroused than I’ve been in ages.
I don’t want to lose that feeling
Torren (25 years old)
I stare at the blood dripping down my finger, remembering the jubilation I felt when I ended those sick perverts. That moment marked the beginning of my descent into darkness. I let the wicked rage that consumed me morph into something violent and wrong, and I’ve been trying to keep it locked up ever since.
I never wanted to be violent. I never wanted to be a criminal.
I left the Hellcats to end all of that!
All I ever wanted was a family—to be loved.
Instead, the Kays broke my heart and turned me into this. That’s what happens when you put your heart on the line. I thought I’d succeeded in leaving it all behind me.
Until I saw him.
He made me feel those same urges again.
Felix Hargrove doesn’t know it, but he’s in danger. Something inside me isn’t right, and I don’t want him anywhere near it.
I wish I could have him, but I can’t.
It’s not safe for him.
Revved Up is a BDSM dark mm romance. This book is for mature (18+) audiences only. Please read the trigger warnings before deciding to read this book.
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