Malcolm Tate hung up his flogger when his submissive sought out another Dom and landed in the hands of a serial killer. Convinced his lack of dominance sent his sub away, Mal has spent two years blaming himself for what happened. But when his best friend finally convinces him to go back to the local dungeon, Mal’s grateful. Especially when he wins beautiful, submissive, firmly closeted Kyle Bingham in a charity slave auction.
College grad Kyle hasn’t earned enough to move out of the loft his conservative, homophobic parents bought, much less to buy any of the other things still in their name. When he’s won at auction by the hot, amazing Mal, he’s shocked that anyone would want him. No one else seemed to—not his parents, his former Doms, or any of his disastrous dates.
But Mal does want him and Kyle lets his guard down, only to be outed to his parents. With his world crashing down, he must find a way to trust Mal—and their developing relationship—or risk losing everything.
“ARE THERE any stores that don’t decorate for this damned holiday?” I grumbled, stepping around another display of ornaments. “Or this fucking early? It’s barely November.”
All I wanted to do was collect the groceries I needed and get home, away from the repetitive music, garish displays, and ridiculous cheer. Because I certainly didn’t have anything to be cheerful about. I hated this time of year. All it did was remind me of what I’d lost, what I didn’t have, and what I’d never have again.
I moved through the store with single-minded determination to avoid as much Christmas stuff as possible. I kept myself focused on the things I needed, and within a very short time, I was moving through the self-checkout.
Just as I was about to escape, arms wrapped around me from behind, and I groaned. Only one person would risk doing that; only one person could get away with it.
I sighed. “Cam,” I growled in warning.
“Mal,” he mimicked me, dropping his head onto my shoulder, his blond hair spilling over my arm. “I’m glad I caught you here. I was about to go to your place, but now you can drive me so I don’t have to deal with the bus,” he said, oblivious to my mood. Or maybe he wasn’t. Cam never seemed to care how grumpy I was. He grinned when I turned my head to try to glare at him.
“I’ll drive you home,” I said, hoping he’d take the hint that I wanted to be alone. The glare was wasted, of course, as was the pointed reply.
He dropped a big smacking kiss on my cheek. “I know what’s going on.”
I sighed again and turned around, then realized we were taking up space in the middle of the grocery store entryway. I turned on my heel and headed out the door. I didn’t bother to look behind me. I knew Cam would be following. “What’s going on?” I asked, knowing full well he was about to give me crap for my hermit tendencies at this time of year.
“You’re hiding again. It’s not healthy.”
“What do you know about healthy?” I poked his soft stomach. “You think coffee is one of the food groups. And sugar is the other.”
He laughed, blue eyes twinkling. “Yeah, and? Sammy likes me this way.”
I rolled my eyes. “Duh. Sammy’s the one who bakes up all that sugar at work and happily brings her leftovers home for you to eat.”
“Exactly!” he agreed.
I shook my head and hit the button to unlock the car doors. “Okay, lecture delivered. You can go tell your wife you’ve harassed me for today.”
Cam shook his head. “Nope.”
I blinked at him. “Nope?”
“Nope.” He shook his head again. “I’ve been ordered to bring you home for dinner after we stop at your place.”
I sighed and closed my eyes. “I’ve been eating just fine, Cam. You guys don’t have to babysit me. He’s gone. I’ve grieved. It’s been two years. I just don’t want to go out. What’s so wrong with that?”
Cam just laughed, making me open my eyes and glare.
“I fail to find this funny.”
His grin widened. “It’s not funny. But it’s not about feeding you, though Sammy always wants to feed you.”
I grunted in acknowledgment of that.
“It’s about getting you back to the club. When was the last time you swung a flogger, dude?”
I frowned. “You know the answer to that, Cam. I don’t want to. I’ve put my toys away. You know why. We’ve been over this more times than either of us could count.”
He didn’t bother arguing the last part of that, because he knew it was true. “Do you really think you’re going to be able to give that up for the rest of your life? Are you planning to stay alone for the rest of your life too?”
I scratched at my beard as I tried to figure out how to explain it again, or maybe differently. Or something. “No. I’m not going to stay alone. Blake wouldn’t have wanted that. And someday I will find someone. But that… the Dom is gone. I can’t do it again.”
Cam sighed, finally losing his grin, and put a hand on my arm. “Do you really still blame yourself for that? I thought, after all this time, that you’d let that go.”
I hesitated. I’d told him that much, that I blamed myself for what happened, but not the hows or whys. If I told him the truth, he’d realize how flimsy my excuse was for not taking on a new sub, for not playing. But I didn’t lie as a rule, and less so to Cam. We’d been best friends most of our lives and he’d support me, like always, but I still wasn’t sure I wanted to tell him. I’d kept this under lock and key for a reason.
I considered it for a long moment, then decided to go for a partial truth, to give him a little more in the hopes he’d leave it alone this time. “I never told you this…,” I said, leaning back against my car. Cam raised an eyebrow, and I cleared my throat. “I pushed him to Stevenson.”
Cam blinked at me. “You… what?”
I nodded. “I pushed him. I’d heard plenty good about the guy—we all had. And, well, while I didn’t say ‘hey, go play with him,’ it wasn’t far off. I dropped his name, hinted at the stuff he did. If I hadn’t, if I’d….” If I’d been a better Dom. If I could have handled Blake, given him what he wanted, he’d never have gone to someone else. Never would have gotten killed.
I should have known he wouldn’t just accept that. I blew out a breath, then forced the words out before I could change my mind. “I wasn’t enough for Blake.”
I couldn’t look at him. Cam, though as straight as they came, had submitted to me a few times for play. He’d never seemed to have a problem with me as a Dom, and it was probably stupid, but I never wanted him to know this. Even if I never picked up a flogger again, I wanted him to keep the idea that I’d been a good Dom, done for him what he needed. I’d made him fly, and as ridiculous as it was, I didn’t want those memories tarnished by the truth. I couldn’t handle it. I couldn’t handle my own sub, the one I’d trained, the one I’d discovered kink with. But it was out now. I had to tell him.
“I wasn’t enough. I sucked as a Dom. I had hard limits he couldn’t handle.”
Cam raised an eyebrow. “You had limits he couldn’t handle?”
“Yeah.” I swallowed. “There were, well, there were a few things he wanted that I wasn’t willing to give him. For one thing… he wanted me to burn him. Not safe pain. Not the stuff I’ve given you. He wanted the kind of stuff that broke skin and left scarred tissue behind. He wanted single tails and bullwhips, stuff I’d never used.” I cleared my throat. “He showed me how much I lacked as a Dom. I pushed him to Stevenson.”
Cam dropped his face into his palm and sighed, then looked up again. “So, let me get this straight. Because he claimed you… what was it? Sucked as a Dom?”
I nodded. That was close enough.
“Because he claimed you sucked as a Dom, he went to someone else. A relative stranger. He agreed to a private scene in a private home for his first time with him, ignoring every safety protocol imaginable, then got himself strangled with a string of Christmas lights by said stranger, who turned out to be none other than a serial killer. And you blame yourself for that.”
I just looked at him for a moment, not quite sure how to take that. Or answer it. I’d never considered it from that perspective before. “Uh….” It was all I had.
Cam simply stared at me. “He was a motherfucking jack-ass-hat of a moron.”
I blinked at him in shock. “What?”
“He was an asshat. Dick weasel. Fucktard. Douche nozzle. Pick your insult.” He shook his head. “And all this time, you’ve been blaming yourself for pushing him to Stevenson? He was the fucking idiot. I thought you knew that.”
I couldn’t figure out what to say. That was the last thing I expected to hear. I squirmed inwardly, caught between defending Blake’s memory and wanting, maybe a little too desperately, to believe my best friend.
“Shouldn’t I? Blame myself?” I finally asked quietly.
Cam was shaking his head before I finished. “Oh fuck no. Setting aside your limits for a moment, in the end, it’s on him. He ignored the safety protocols. Did you even know he’d gone?”
I shook my head.
“Did he tell anyone?”
Again, I shook my head.
“No phone numbers. No checking in. He went home with the guy, alone. Played for the first time, alone.”
I dropped my gaze to my shoes and took a deep breath. A weight I’d been carrying around for two years seemed a lot lighter all of a sudden and I wanted to kick myself a little for not telling my best friend—the one I should have known would understand—more than I had.
“All this time…,” I whispered, closing my eyes.
“One more thing,” Cam said, drawing my attention.
I raised my eyebrows. “Oh?”
“Yeah. You didn’t suck as a Dom. In all the time we’ve been playing, Sammy’s made me fly a handful of times. You? Every fucking time. Blake’s problem wasn’t that you weren’t a good Dom, Mal. Blake’s problem was that he wasn’t a good sub. He wasn’t a sub.”
I scowled. “Of course he was a sub.”
Cam shook his head. “No, he wasn’t. I thought you knew that. He subbed for you because he wanted to play with you. But he told me he’d realized he wasn’t.”
“Well, fuck,” I said, frowning. “Why didn’t he tell me that?”
“Who knows?” Cam shrugged. “Maybe he thought you’d stop playing altogether? I don’t understand why he’d sub for Stevenson if he knew he was a Dom, but maybe he just wasn’t comfortable Domming. Or maybe he was more switch than he told me. Or maybe he never got a chance to play. Or… who knows? But it wasn’t because you sucked. You didn’t.”
While a lot to digest, it explained so much: why Blake never went into subspace in all the times we’d played; why he never seemed content with what we did. It brought up another problem for me, though. All that time, I’d thought I knew what to look for in a submissive, that I recognized submission. If Blake wasn’t….
I cleared my throat and looked up at Cam. “I… I have to think about this.”
Cam frowned. “Mal, you’ve had two years to—”
“Not this. This is… I haven’t thought of any of it like this. I need a little time.” Cam sighed, and I knew he was giving in. I stepped back and opened his door for him. “Come on, I’ll drive you home.”
With a disgruntled look at me, Cam slid into the seat. “She’s gonna beat my ass over this,” he muttered.
When I got in on my side, I snickered. “If you weren’t such a masochist, I’d put in a good word. But you love it and you know it.” I paused thoughtfully. “Maybe I will put in a good word and she’ll beat you even harder for it.”
Cam rolled his eyes. “Just drive, asshole.”
IT TOOK me another month. I let the things Cam had said to me roll around in my head, looking at them from different angles, but I kept coming back to the same things.
Blake’s death had hit me so hard because I blamed myself. We hadn’t been in love. We’d dated now and again, had been good friends—he was the closest to me after Cam—and roommates with benefits. We’d cared about each other, maybe even loved each other, but more in a close-friend way than as boyfriends, and that was it. It hurt and I grieved, but more than that, it was the blame I’d placed on myself that had gotten to me.
I wasn’t at fault, though, and I could accept that now. Cam had made me see it objectively.
So for the first time in a long time, I stood in front of the full-length mirror in my bedroom, wearing snug leather pants, a leather harness, armbands, and motorcycle boots. My long black hair was brushed and left loose, the wild curls giving me a bit of a dangerous look, made more so by the neatly trimmed goatee. A flogger hung from my belt, and my travel bag was packed with the rest of my typical toys.
I didn’t know if I’d play tonight. I still wasn’t entirely sure, but I felt better—a lot better—than I had in a long time. With one final glance, I headed out.
OUR PREFERRED local dungeon wasn’t exactly the prettiest center for kinkiness in the US. Despite living in a relatively large metropolis, there were only three dungeons in the area. One irritated me for its attitude about looks—Cam and Sammy, overweight as they were, wouldn’t have been welcome, so I refused to give them my money. Another was nice but more expensive, and though I was certainly not hard pressed for money, Cam and Sammy were far from rich. And I was damned sure going to be there on a night they were.
Besides, Cam had made more than a few pointed comments about being under my flogger. If nothing else, I could tie him down and work him over. Sammy never minded reaping the benefits.
The Asylum had been around for ages, and it showed in places. But I wasn’t there to admire the plasterwork or the door to the smoking porch.
I signed in, paid the fee, and turned off my phone before I stepped into the social room. The place was packed, which surprised me. Not that the Asylum didn’t get a lot of traffic—it did sometimes. But this seemed way more than I was used to.
I found Sammy perched on the end of a couch in a tight corset, short black skirt, fishnet stockings, and heels that made my feet ache just looking at them. Cam knelt at her feet in his collar, leather chaps, thong, and nothing else. I’d once harbored a crush on him, and even with the little extra padding—which looked good and wasn’t as much as I gave him shit for—I still thought he was hot. If he’d ever even hinted at experimenting with guys, I’d have jumped at the chance. But he was happily married and collared.
Sammy beamed up at me, holding her arms out. I gave her a hug, stepped around the end of the couch, and squatted out of the way. “I’m so glad you came!” She nearly cheered.
“Not yet,” I said, winking, and she laughed.
“Well, I do hope we can change that tonight!” She reached out and petted Cam on the head, which was the permission he needed to look up and speak.
“Damned straight. Don’t make me have to test my sexuality just to get you something.”
I snorted. “Thanks, but I don’t want a pity fuck, even from you.” I smacked Cam in the back of the head.
He smirked at me. “All the fucks you’re gonna get.”
I flipped him off and turned to Sammy. “Why’s it so full?”
“Oh, didn’t he tell you?” she asked, glancing at Cam, who blushed.
“It’s the Christmas party.” Sammy glared at Cam, who suddenly looked very uncomfortable. She leaned down, but I could still hear her clearly. “Boy, do you want out of that cage?”
“Yes, Mistress,” Cam said, whimpering.
“Then you better apologize to Master Mal really damned fast and mean it. Or your cock won’t get anywhere near me tonight.”
“Yes, Mistress.” Cam looked up and really did seem apologetic. “I’m sorry, Master Mal.”
I nodded. “Accepted, boy.” I knew why he hadn’t told me. He was afraid it would keep me away. I wasn’t sure I appreciated the omission, but I did understand. “It’s fine. I know why.”
She smiled up at me. “Doesn’t make it right.”
I couldn’t help but chuckle and glance at Cam. “So, boy, you been without for a while?” I couldn’t stop the evil grin.
Cam groaned. “Yes. Mistress has had me locked up for two weeks. I haven’t been allowed to fuck her with my own cock for almost the entire time.”
Sammy beamed at him. “And do you want to tell Master Mal what you did instead?”
Cam’s face heated. “I fucked her with her cock, strapped over my locked one.”
I could imagine just how frustrating that would have been. I would have felt more sympathy for him if I didn’t know he reveled in that stuff. “Well, then, I suggest you behave tonight, boy, so you can get that cock back in use.”
He swallowed, looking up through his eyelashes at me. “Yes, Sir.”
I turned to Sammy, deciding to help him out a bit. “Have a bit of mercy on him. He helped me a lot. I wouldn’t be here without that.”
She studied Cam. “If he behaves the rest of the night, we’ll leave the cage off for a few days.” She grinned a little evilly. “I might even let him fuck me more than once.”
Cam looked so hopeful, I almost told her to leave him in it. The sadist in me was coming out to play, apparently. It felt good.
“I’ll be good, Mistress!”
“I didn’t say I’d let you come more than once, boy.”
Cam whimpered and swallowed. “Yes, Mistress,” he murmured, sounding pitiful.
“I didn’t say I wouldn’t either.”
He grinned at that. “I’ll be good, Mistress!” he promised again.
I chuckled and stood, trying to decide what I wanted to do. It was so crowded, I wasn’t sure I’d find anyone to play with, even if I wanted to. I looked around but saw mostly straight couples sitting together.
Sammy pulled on me and I turned to her. “The dungeon isn’t as full,” she said, accurately reading my expression. “And the slave auction is starting in a few. You might want to go check it out. The slaves up for auction are in cages in the event area.”
“Okay. Are you guys coming in?”
“We’ll watch the auction, then probably look for a place to play.” She patted my hand and waved at the door. “Go! Find a pretty little twink to torture.”
I rolled my eyes, laughing at her word choice. It killed me just how much she knew about gay culture. Not for the first time, I wondered what she read on that Kindle of hers. I patted Cam’s head and turned to make my way through the crowd.
I didn’t usually go for twinks. There was a reason Blake and I spent plenty of time fucking. Something about having a big guy submit to me got my blood going.
Somehow I didn’t think there’d be a lot of big gay submissives up for auction tonight.
The change from the social area to the dungeon was almost jarring. Where the social room was loud, crowded, and warm, the dungeon was quiet, open, and cool. It was divided into two sections. The farthest section contained the play areas. The closer section—the one I stopped in—was for events, painted dark red and with a huge oriental rug on the floor. One end held a low, small stage usually for demos, and the rest was normally empty.
Tonight, a guy in a suit was already on the stage, fussing with a microphone. To my left, a row of cages—taller than normal dog cages, but not by much—lined the wall. I counted six in all, all filled. On top of each cage, there was a card and, inside, a mostly naked person.
I stepped up to the first and looked at the card before turning my attention to the cage occupant. The man inside was older than me by a good twenty years. His hair was silver, and he wore a thong, a wide leather collar, and nothing else. He sat with his legs crossed and head down. While he wasn’t bad-looking, I didn’t usually go for that much older than me. I was slightly relieved when his card listed, along with a number of activities, a preference for women.
The next three cages held women, so I skipped those. Woman bits never interested me in the least. I liked my lovers with their genitalia on the outside.
The fifth cage made me stop. Smaller and a bit younger than I’d ever played with, he knelt, head bowed, hands clasped behind the small of his back. It was difficult to tell with him in that position, but I’d have guessed he was still plenty tall. His chest had lean muscle and his abs were tight, if not overly defined, which was what I liked. His legs had more muscles. I pegged him as a runner or swimmer. Soft brown hair hung over his face, and he wore nothing but a tiny black leather jock. He had rings in both nipples, and I could clearly see the outline of a PA in his dick, which looked quite substantial for his size, even flaccid.
On his card he’d listed service, impact, sensation, wax, and fire play as options, though what really caught my eye was in parentheses at the end: “Other options available within hard limits.” I was impressed that he was willing to enforce his limits. It listed his age as twenty-three. Eight years difference wasn’t that bad, not that it mattered for just a play session. But what really got me was the next line: “Preference: male Dominant.”
I squatted in front of his cage. “Boy, look up at me.” I put every bit of Dom I had into my voice.
He lifted his head immediately, and a shiver went through him. His gaze never went above my neck, and the show of submission called to every Dominant cell in my body. I wanted him. It was that fast and that simple, and it rocked me more than a bit.
It also let me know I did, in fact, know how to recognize submission. Maybe I’d just been blinded all those years by my knowledge of Blake. Maybe he’d been good at pretending. I didn’t know, but this boy looked a lot more honest, somehow. I pushed the worry off for later and considered him.
One look at him left me a little breathless. His round face had full cheeks, a tiny chin, and an almost button nose. He put me in mind of an elf or fae creature. I probably wouldn’t have been surprised if he’d had pointy ears. His green eyes filled his face, and his mouth… dear God, it was a mouth made for sucking cock. Full pink lips that I could tell he was struggling to keep from biting.
“Why do you prefer men, boy?” It was entirely possible he wanted to simply avoid sex, and I didn’t want misunderstandings. If it was just for that, I’d certainly play with him… then go home and jack off until I was sore. But I wanted it clear before we went into anything, and I could admit I was hoping that wasn’t the reason. Of course, I was assuming I’d win the auction, which I was pretty sure I could guarantee.
While I might not be called “wealthy,” I did more than all right for myself. My tech security firm had paid off my modest house early and made sure I had a good car at all times. I never had to worry about the lights getting shut off in the winter, like I had growing up. It had also allowed me to build up a tidy savings account, should anything go wrong.
I could afford to win this boy.
He blushed, and the color on his cheeks went straight to my dick. He swallowed and bit his lip. “I prefer men, Sir, because I’m….” He glanced up at me so quickly I’d have missed it if I wasn’t watching his green eyes. “I’m gay,” he finished softly.
Gay. Oh fuck, this boy was going to kill me. “In the closet?” I asked, taking the harshness out of my voice for the moment.
He nodded. “Yes, Sir. My family would disown me.”
I winced. My parents hadn’t understood, exactly, but they tried their best. I couldn’t imagine losing them over my orientation.
I wanted to ask more, but just then the guy on the stage tapped the microphone, and I realized the room had filled in around me while I was eyeing my boy.
That thought brought me up short. My boy. I shook my head at myself. I’d never actually collared Blake—we had one he wore for scenes, but it came off when it was over. I didn’t think of him as mine. That I had with this boy kind of threw me off.
I turned my attention to the emcee and listened to the rules. Every winner would sign a contract, promising to abide by hard limits and to keep the scenes “safe, sane, and consensual,” or at least within the realm of “risk-aware consensual kink.” He explained about payment, pointing to a lady at a table by the stage, then announced the first slave.
One of the Doms who helped run the dungeon stopped at the cage next to my boy’s. He released the girl and led her onto the stage. I didn’t pay much attention, except to listen to how high the bidding went. She topped off at five hundred, but I suspected that was because she was only the first of the night.
I stepped to the side when they led her off stage and then they came over to my boy’s cage. The Dom unlocked it and my boy crawled out. When he stood, he immediately set his feet shoulder width, straightened his back, and clasped his hands behind him at his waist. He glanced my direction briefly, then lowered his gaze to the floor. My cock twitched again.
I was thrilled to see he came up to just under my chin. I wasn’t the tallest man in the world, but I still had a respectable few inches on the topside of six feet. This made him just slightly smaller than me overall, and two years ago, I’d have laughed at someone suggesting I’d want a boy like this.
In that moment, however, I couldn’t imagine wanting anything else.
Something in those deep green eyes called to me, made my cock stand at attention and my stomach jump in a good way. His pale skin just begged me to leave lovely welts and pretty purple bruises on it. Those nipples were made to be tormented, the rings pulled on.
Oh yeah, he was mine. And I started to realize I was thinking far beyond winning the auction. Somehow, though it probably should, that thought didn’t bother me one bit.
I have to say this is one of those books that grabs you since the first page. Beautiful boy it’s a story of discipline, trust, understanding and love.
In each page you can read the way both characters, Mal and Kyle, learned from each other and how they become more than a Dom and Sub, they really become partners.
The way they understand each other but sometimes struggle with fear made them closer and sometimes that was the clue that they needed to admit their love for each other.
This is a well written book. Excellent.
I can't begin to imagine suppressing a fundamental part of myself, of who I am, for two years. Yet that is exactly what Mal has done. He's blamed himself for not being a good enough Dom, and his sub went to someone else and ended up killed. However, his sub asked Mal for things he wouldn't do, and then broke all safety protocols when he met with the other Dom. Mal can't seem to get past this, or recognize his innocence, but he needs to, and his friends are more than willing to help him get back to where he belongs.
"You didn’t suck as a Dom. In all the time we’ve been playing, Sammy’s made me fly a handful of times. You? Every fucking time. Blake’s problem wasn’t that you weren’t a good Dom, Mal. Blake’s problem was that he wasn’t a good sub.”
I almost hesitate to say this, but it was beautiful watching Kyle and Mal meet, and then do a scene together. The dynamic between them was so strong I could feel the heat and chemistry coming off the page. Not to mention seeing Mal regain his confidence with a young man who is perfect for him, and watching Kyle get appreciated not just for his submissiveness, but also for who he is, was an incredible introduction into what I strongly suspected would be a powerful partnership.
One of the things I really liked about where the author took this storyline, was that even though Kyle and Mal clicked immediately, you might even call it insta, she still spent a considerable amount of time on them learning about each other. They went on dates, they talked about their likes and dislikes outside of the BDSM realm, and they communicated. There was quite a large part of the novel dedicated to their D/s relationship, but since they were essentially living it 24/7, I appreciated that, and the learning they both did within that dynamic.
Another thing that surprised me and kept my interest focused, was that I knew there was going to be a confrontation with Kyle's parents. It's in the description, so I was aware it would happen at some point. However, the author didn't make it predictable. Instead, the majority of the book showed Mal teaching Kyle how valuable and beautiful he is, something his parents never did with their neglect. It left Kyle, realistically, thinking about his relationship, or lack thereof, with his parents and weighing the worth of it.
"I…. God, was I that unlovable? How could Mal love me if my own parents couldn’t? How long before he realizes I’m not good enough? Just like my parents."
I adored this book and these characters. The author's writing kept me hooked, and the pace kept me entertained. I definitely recommend this novel.
NOTE: This book was provided by Dreamspinner Press for the purpose of a review on Rainbow Book Reviews.
I have to admit, I’ve never read a book by Duncan before, and on that note as well, I’m not usually a fan of BDSM books. However, once I started this book I just couldn’t stop reading it.
Being able to follow along as the relationship between Mal and Kyle was just great. They were both just great characters, that I couldn’t help but start to feel for them.
Now, the main issue why I didn’t rate this book a 5 stars was because near the end of the book, it personally felt like there was just a lot of sex scenes happening. And while I do like the sex scenes as much as the next person, I just felt like there was too much of it happening.
Mal and Kyle were both great characters though, like I mentioned above. They were both so different yet at the same time so alike that I was drawn into their story and just couldn’t put it down. The pain that Kyle was going through in regards to his family was just horrible. And the suffering that Mal was dealing with was equally as bad. I do have to give Duncan complete props for the fact that they were able to put such strong emotions into the characters.
Even though they were both strong men, and they were, they both needed each other. And them being together made them both stronger for it.
Overall, I will say that I will be looking for more books by Duncan in the future!
Reviewed by Crystal Marie for Crystal’s Many Reviewers
*Copy provided for review*
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