Part of Series
The battle to gain supremacy is vicious and that has never been more true in the crime-riddled underworld. This is a new world, ever changing, ever evolving and adapting. For some crime families, holding onto the outdated past will cripple them, leaving them lagging behind in this ever-turbulent struggle for a governing seat in the Crime Kingdom. That is not the case for the Eisenbacken. When the youngest heir of one of the most powerful—last remaining—German crime families comes out as gay, they don’t forsake and shame him as so many crime families before them have done. They grasp this opportunity to regain the iron jaws of power promising him as a husband to the M53s’ leader, Max Donovan’s younger brother. Zion Donovan. It's not personal, purely political. Ansgar Weiß doesn't see it that way. He loves his family and there is no one he adores more than his ruthless, cold-hearted, older brother—the head of their ancient family. But Ansgar’s not sure if this false marriage is the right way to go. Three years into the union, he couldn't have been more wrong, but for a completely different reason. Zion frightens him, but... Ansgar never anticipated feeling such a wild attraction to his husband, a man four years younger than him, who he knows nothing about. They live in the same home, but never speak to one another. It's just a façade they put on, two unlikely families joined by marriage to secure more power. Zion Donovan doesn't care for this bullshit, but he gets why it has to go down. More money, more control, more intimidation than they need to remain in first place. Besides, it just pseudo right? Yeah, he thought so too, until his brother married him off to a white boy. Bitch is all pale with his blond hair and blue eyes. Boxed and shipped straight outta Nazi land. Zion doesn't really give a shit. He’s here to bide his time, waiting for his older brother to pull out his cards and retire. Then Zion can take his rightful place in the family ‘business.’ There are a few spines that need ripping out. ’Cause he likes d*%k, most men believe he’s not a force to be reckoned with. F#$%ers got another thing coming. He’s the beast, standing behind the curtain, while his brother’s nothing more than the mirage face of deception. He’s the choler and bile, blood and guts, the true Motherf#$%in’ King of the M53s. He calls the shots. He snips the strings. He doesn't have time for blue eyes swimming in tears. Blue eyes stained red from concern over him. Blue eyes that’s been f#$%in’ loving on him for the last three years.
Author
They come to me in the night, creeping into my head. Their voices are all different, their stories all dissimilar, but they keep saying the same thing... “Show us, tell us to the world. Bring us into yours, and make us known.” Then I sit and they take over. They tell their tales of love, loss and sinister misfortune, not all of them get a happy ending, but they are pleased when their part is written. I sometimes find myself lost in my own mind; a world very similar to our own yet so different. Things don't go bump in the night—they squeal, and crawl under your skin, making you grind your teeth, and your stomach turn over and put your nerves on edge. Then there's the drama. Oh, the drama! I write because I must! There is so much inside of me that needs to get out. So many stories to tell, characters that want to be heard, and hearts lost and won. Words and art are my way of bringing my world to others. I enjoy telling tales of the human condition but working in elements of the supernatural. Werewolves, Vampires, Zombies, Witches and the unexplainable all set against the human world or worlds of their own. I was born and raised in Cape Town, South Africa, grew up in a working class family and enjoy writing, cooking and spending my husband's money! Yeah I’m a cocky little brat too :) (and proud of it, spankings included.)
