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NEW RELEASE: The Hitman's Weakness (Hitman, 2) by Kelex

Tony and Carter are back for The Hitman's Weakness. A continuation of their story -- they're now in Europe, running from Tony's past and trying to make a new future for themselves.

Antony Rosetta has found freedom with his lover Carter at his side. Running off to Europe after retiring from his job as a professional hitman, he's sure he's hidden his tracks well enough…

Until a killer's gun is trained on Carter.

After they escape, they find an unlikely ally who helps them out of a rough spot. Tony doesn't trust easily, and his hackles stay up long after they need to be. Or have they?

Tony soon realizes he loves Carter too much to keep the man in mortal danger. Can he find the strength to send the man away?

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  Carter had had a little too much to drink, along with a bit too much dancing. He’d taken off his shirt about an hour before. Sweat glistened off his bare chest as he moved and swayed under the pulsing lights of the dance floor.

The smile on his face was the best part of all.

If only I could be that carefree.

Tony watched them moving from his spot in the shadowed booth. The pair moved in time to the music, writhing against one another much the same way he and Carter would later tonight, when they were back at their rented flat, alone together.

Seeing Carter like this was… stimulating.

It shouldn’t have been. The whole reason he’d paid for Carter’s remaining education was to ensure the man stopped his career as an escort. The thought of another man touching what was his…

But this was different.

Even though he wasn’t involved in the touching—and someone else was caressing his man—being a spy to it was a turn-on he struggled to comprehend.

After a moment, Carter’s stare moved in his direction. Did his lover know the thoughts going through his mind? Tony held that stare, even though he wasn’t sure his lover could see him in the dark. He hoped Carter could sense the lust he felt across the gap separating them. Suddenly, he felt quite sure the man could. Carter’s hips began to sway in a much more seductive manner. He licked his lips, the desire on his handsome face intoxicating.

Tony’s cock twitched. He moved slightly, adjusting himself as he grew thicker.

The song ended. Carter’s dance partner urged him to keep dancing, but Carter’s stare kept moving toward Tony. He stalked back to the booth, his body language setting Tony’s libido on edge.

His lover was horny, and it came off in thick waves.

Carter climbed onto his lap, straddling him.

There was no doubt they were both hard as stone. Carter pressed his lips to Tony’s, tasting of the sweet mixed drink he’d imbibed not long before. Tony moved his hand to the back of Carter’s neck and deepened the kiss, marking his claim.

When they were both breathless, they parted, gasping for air.

“Dance with me,” Carter mumbled into his ear.

Tony turned to look at his lover. The music was too loud, or maybe he was too old. He was barely forty, but felt like the old man out compared to the crowd in the club. He knew he was living vicariously through Carter. Tony had never lived a life where he could be so carefree and without looking over his shoulder.

There was a lightness to Carter. It matched Tony’s darkness.

He had an unexplainable need to be near the man.

It had nothing to do with his looks, although Carter was exceptionally handsome. Given where he’d grown up, Carter should’ve been harder, rougher around the edges. Something had allowed him to escape that place without a dark mark on his soul.

Like Tony’s suffered.

But then, Tony had been raised by a low-level mobster and mentored by a mafia boss. Everyone around him had evil in him.

Except Carter.

A wave of disco lights washed over his lover, illuminating the man in bright pinks and blues. They shifted to gold and then to silver. In any light, Carter was stunning. He only grew sexier as the days passed… as Tony felt the connection they had strengthening.

“I don’t dance,” Tony murmured against Carter’s ear.

“You dance every single night with me,” Carter answered back. He sat up straighter, his eyebrow continuing to rise even after he stopped moving.

Visions of what Tony had planned for later twirled through his mind. We’ll be dancing, all right. He grinned slyly.

“Come on,” Carter pleaded against his ear. “I don’t want to dance with other men. I want to dance with you.”

Coming 2/14/2018 - The Hitman's Weakness

NEW RELEASE - Hitman by Kelex

Wrong place, right time.

Carter O’Conner exemplifies the term wrong place, wrong time when he gets between a hitman and that hitman’s prey. Sure he’s the next to die, he steels himself, refusing to give the killer the satisfaction of seeing his fear, even though he’s shaking like a leaf on the inside.

Antony Rosetta can’t ignore the man’s interesting reaction. Accustomed to begging and pleading, he respects the male escort’s strength… and struggles to forget the man after he walks away. As the weeks pass, his fantasies propel him to search for Carter and see what makes the man tick.

Carter doesn’t want to head out on another assignment but, after weeks of denial, he’s nowhere closer to paying his tuition bill. Accepting the address from his handler, he winds up before the hitman, afraid he’ll face death after all.

Instead, he confronts a passion too much for him to handle. Can these two broken men become whole in each other’s arms?

Warnings: MM, Gay, Anal Sex, Bondage, Paddling, Spanking, BDSM, Forced Seduction, Exhibitionism, and Extreme Scenes of Violence and Murder

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Excerpt

The crack of palm on flesh reverberated through the air. Pain lanced through his face. The coppery tang of blood filled his mouth. Carter lifted a hand to his lip, knowing it was split.

“I paid for your time,” Enzo spat.

“You haven’t paid me shit,” Carter yelled back without thinking.

Another strike caught him on his left cheek, the pain blossoming strong. Old and small he was, but Enzo’s hands packed a wallop. The man was used to violence. Carter had felt danger coming off the guy in waves. Carter felt dazed from the second blow, his mind numb. He climbed to his feet, ready to get the hell out of the room, but Enzo was right behind him, quicker than Carter could’ve imagined.

Another hit came to his face. It felt as if he’d met a brick wall. Hard.

Carter saw stars. Enzo lifted his hand to strike him again…

And then a hole burst from the side of his temple, blood splattering from his head and coating Carter’s face. Enzo lingered there a moment, as if time had stopped. The hate and anger in his eyes melted into a numb, glassy stare. He fell to the floor, a lump of flesh, with tangled arms and legs jutting out at odd angles.

Carter backed away, staring at the mass that had, seconds before, been beating him.

The slider skidded open and a dark form emerged through the billowing curtains. A man stood in the opening, a handgun hanging from one hand.

The sounds of the city exploded, the open door letting it all rush in to him, the cold air cold. Not that he truly felt it.

Carter backed away more, until his ass met wall. He stood there trembling, knowing he’d traded one killer for another. The man walked over to what was left of Enzo, checked for a pulse, and then rose back to his feet. He lifted the gun and put three more shots into the body, each one making Carter jump with fear.

And then the killer turned back to Carter, his expression unreadable. A cold sliver of fear crossed him, but it soon faded. He wasn’t sure why… there was everything to fear.

The guy towered well over Carter, he could tell even from across the room. His body was thick, but in a way that suggested hard muscle hid under his clothes.

He was dark and dangerous.

His skin was deeply tanned, his hair and stubble black as the night he’d emerged from. His clothes were black as well, covering him from shoulder to feet. Even his hands were covered in dark gloves.

His eyes, they weren’t dark. They were the color of caramel and, when the light hit them, they shone with a brilliance that made Carter’s stomach twist in something besides fear. But the fear was too great for him to fully register the sensation in that moment. Later, when he was recollecting on this moment and trying to burn the man’s face into his brain, he’d think about those eyes and how beautiful they were. He saw a cold detachment there. Yet, when the killer stared at him, emotion swirled in the depths. Carter felt a kinship to this man somehow. He recognized the emotion. He saw it when he looked in the mirror.

Loneliness.

How much he craved to look into those eyes as the man slid deep into his body over and over again, forcing his own solitude away.

But he wouldn’t recall pondering all that until later. All he thought about in the here and now was the fact he was about to die. His heart thundered in his ears and he felt his knees wobbling under him, but he did everything in his power to hide his body’s responses.

The killer drew something from his pocket. A switchblade opened as his long legs ate up the floor. Carter sucked in a breath and watched the light shine along the knife, knowing it was about to plunge into his chest.

Or his neck, slicing open his throat. He’d feel the warm curtain of blood coating him any second. And then it would all be over. A pointless existence. Another tragic case where no one would miss the poor, dead whore.

The killer stopped when his body was millimeters from touching Carter. He lifted the knife and Carter steeled himself… only to watch as the man shoved the blade into the wall. He dug the blade in a few times… before extracting the bullet that had taken Enzo’s life.

He showed it to Carter, looking somewhat proud. Whether that was meant to scare him, Carter didn’t know. When the knife flicked closed, he startled. The killer shoved the bullet, and then the knife, into his pocket.

Carter looked down to the gun still held in the man’s other hand and saw his own cock—red, angry, and rock hard—lightly pressing against the man’s thigh. His strong thigh. The desire to rock his hips and enjoy the friction of the tight black denim encasing those thighs hit him out of nowhere. He hadn’t been able to get it up for his john, but there he was stone hard and ready for a killer. What the fuck is wrong with me?

He lifted his gaze and met those golden eyes. Up close, the man was handsome. Past handsome, he was heartbreakingly gorgeous, his features refined. A scar running along his strong jaw only accentuated his good looks instead of taking anything away.

It amplified the danger.

The killer said nothing. He didn’t move. He just lingered there, close enough that Carter could feel the heat coming off the guy in waves. He smelled good. Real good. Like leather and spice, and it filled his nose, making him want to lean in closer and fill his lungs. He knew he’d remember the particular scent for the rest of his life.

Which was insane.

Statement on the Closing of All Romance E-books

All Romance E-books will be closing on 12/31/2016.  

They abruptly made this announcement on 12/28 -- giving authors and readers only days to come to terms with what was going on.

Because not only did owner Lori James announce the closure -- she also emailed publishers and let them know that they could sign an agreement and receive 10 cents on the dollar for their sales -- as she didn't have enough money to pay out full royalties for Q4 2016 -- Oct 1 thru Dec 31.

So instead of my publisher receiving thousands of dollars at the end of this quarter they could either take a few hundred OR end up having to deal with lawyers and bankruptcy court. 

And it's not just my publisher.  It's many of the romance publishers many of you read.  It has impacted the whole genre and it has left many reeling.

To add another wrinkle, I had three books under contract with All Romance, as they'd gotten into the publishing arena a couple of years ago.  Two had been published -- Between Him and a Hard Place and Chained to the Tiger's Bed.  

A third, Hitman, was slated for a 2/1/2017 release.

In order to get my book rights back, I would have to agree to forego any royalties made within that time, or else, my contracts could be sold to the highest bidder or held by Lori for the full three years.  My books would then be considered assets to be leveraged against her debt to other publishers.

Unfortunately, I took the latter deal.  I won't have my work being held hostage.  I've lost a considerable about of money -- and writing is my full-time job. This loss is going to hurt.

BUT I have these books back.  After a tweak or two and new covers, TEP will be re-releasing the first two and releasing Hitman on 2/1/2017, just as originally planned.

Also... she has only given readers four days to back-up and download their books.  For many who were loyal customers, they literally have dozens of pages worth of downloads to go through -- and with many readers doing the same -- the website is doing down over and over again.

If you are a reader and have purchases there, I highly suggest you get on before the site goes dark and DL your titles.  TEP has announced that if anyone struggles to DL one of their titles, send them a copy of your purchase -- a receipt, a screenshot, whatever you can to prove you purchased the book -- and they will ensure you get a copy from them.

It is reprehensible what this woman is doing to the author and reader community. I hope she's held accountable for her actions... 

Too many have taken advantage of authors.  A multitude of publishers have closed over the year, many of them leaving behind month upon month of pain with non-payments, refusal to return rights to authors, and simple bullshit behavior.  For a retailer -- a retailer many held to a higher standard -- one that had been in business for a decade without showing any outward signs of issues -- it is a hard pill to swallow.

We will survive.  We always do.

And I would imagine there will be a lot of villains named Lori in many a book to come in the near future... and I suspect they will die a long, torturous, and painful death by the end.