“I chose to live my life in the shadows, and one day it could get me killed.” Obliterate. Extinguish. Repeat. Serving justice was my specialty. I was a ruthless monster, a fierce hunter, a mad sadist, and the list went on. But one thing I wasn’t… hunted. A failed ambush had me questioning everything I knew, and I would track whoever was responsible for the attack on me if it was the last thing I’d ever do. Then I met the vagabond priest, drifting from one mission to the next, looking for a place to call home. The innocent and divine priest turned out to be anything but. I was addicted, and once I had my claws in something, I stopped at nothing to get what I wanted. One problem. The sinfully beautiful Father Saint James forced me to face my fears and I held nothing back. He was a forbidden fruit and after I had a bite, he had me spilling my darkest secrets including a labyrinth of an underground society with a questionable moral compass. Too bad I had to kill him now.

I used to live on the fringes, creeping through the shadows, however being incognito was no longer an option. We’d started a war and there was a price tag hanging over our heads. Our next move had to be swift and calculated or we could perish at the hands of The Firm. That was the plan until a phone call changed everything, planting me in a cult in the middle of Wyoming where I was reacquainted with a boy I knew from my past. Only, Abel was no longer a kid. He’d grown into a man who’d uncoiled a well-tied knot I’d been guarding for years. He. Was. Off. Limits. Those four words should deter me from placing him up front and center in my wildest fantasies. I could do that. I just needed to figure out a way how. Author's The Cult is book two of Men in the Shadows series. There’s a major spoiler from The Reaper (Men in the Shadows Book One) in this book. Although each book has an HEA there’s an overarching story in this trilogy.