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******WARNING******* This is not a story about a hero, or some bad boy-badass-antihero. This is a love story between two monstrous villains and one valiant kid, held together by their entwined heartstrings. It won't be pretty. It won't be pleasant. There's no fluffy good feelings about it. It will rip out your heart and never give it back. Breno Hades el Oscuro took no bullshit from anyone. He ruled the crime world of the United States. When the King fell, what was left in the ashes was not the small boy that grew up without his father, not the same kid that chose a life of crime at seventeen, nor was it the King who had killed and clawed through a river of blood to stand at the top. The King was dragged from his throne of bones into a deep dark pit, leaving only the raw flesh of a savage monster to crawl out of Hell. One that knew love, but didn't want it again. Kemono Orochi was destined to inherit the legacy of his father, known as The Dragon's Tongue. It was an inheritance he never wanted it, never desiring the power that came with the title of Dragon. Kemono ended it all by tearing off the Dragon's head, watching the serpent's remains be consumed in hellfire. Now tormented by the scars of his past inflicted by his father, he is struggling to come to terms with the Akuma he has become. One that wants to devour everyone in his path to protect the only one that matters to him. The only person that had ever made his icy heart beat. His heart. His love. His beautiful pride. Rex Hunter dreams of becoming a principal ballerino...all fierce, like a Phoenix. But this Phoenix has lost his wings and fallen prey, straight into the clutched claws and callus hands of two vicious beasts. Each bore the blackest of hearts, each desiring to keep him safe, cherished and loved unconditionally. Or was Rex just destined to be the goo that would stick two shattered souls together and prevent them from forever falling to pieces? There will be blood, gore and nasty shit. There will be watersports, crude, angry, sometimes sensual and other times just downright dirty and dysfunctional sex. BUT... There will always be LOVE... Because even villains understand the tortured scars love leaves in its wake.
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.)
