Sicarii: Part I by Adrienne Wilder Genre: MM Romantic Suspense
When Ben Corbin’s uncle is murdered, he comes into possession of information about the man responsible for the death of his mother and father. A man his uncle appeared to be hunting. Now Ben wants to finish what his uncle began. Jacob Moser fell into a cycle of drugs and abuse. His will broken, his life destroyed, he had no hope of survival. But the man who saved him is no angel; rather, the remnants left behind when all the complexities of what makes a person human are stripped away, leaving the darkest parts of a man. Marcel Serghi lives by the rules of his House. Rules ingrained in him as a child under the most brutal conditions meant to hone him into a perfect killer. And throughout his life, he has made vicious enemies. Now innocent lives have been swept up into a storm of revenge against him. But Marcel isn’t going to save them. He’s going to change them. Because life is a gift.
*this series has a HFN and HEA
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Sicarii: Part II
When Ben Corbin’s uncle is murdered, he comes into possession of information about the man responsible for the death of his mother and father. A man his uncle appeared to be hunting. Now Ben wants to finish what his uncle began. Jacob Moser fell into a cycle of drugs and abuse. His will broken, his life destroyed, he had no hope of survival. But the man who saved him is no angel; rather, the remnants left behind when all the complexities of what makes a person human are stripped away, leaving the darkest parts of a man. Marcel Serghi lives by the rules of his House. Rules ingrained in him as a child under the most brutal conditions meant to hone him into a perfect killer. And throughout his life, he has made vicious enemies. Now innocent lives have been swept up into a storm of revenge against him. But Marcel isn’t going to save them. He’s going to change them. Because life is a gift.
*this series has a HFN and HEA
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Sicarii: Part III
When Ben Corbin’s uncle is murdered, he comes into possession of information about the man responsible for the death of his mother and father. A man his uncle appeared to be hunting. Now Ben wants to finish what his uncle began. Jacob Moser fell into a cycle of drugs and abuse. His will broken, his life destroyed, he had no hope of survival. But the man who saved him is no angel; rather, the remnants left behind when all the complexities of what makes a person human are stripped away, leaving the darkest parts of a man. Marcel Serghi lives by the rules of his House. Rules ingrained in him as a child under the most brutal conditions meant to hone him into a perfect killer. And throughout his life, he has made vicious enemies. Now innocent lives have been swept up into a storm of revenge against him. But Marcel isn’t going to save them. He’s going to change them. Because life is a gift.
*this series has a HFN and HEA
Goodreads * Amazon
I am a writer of contemporary and speculative fiction and artist of all things monster. I live to create new worlds and the people in them. Several of my books have been best sellers both nationally and internationally. I have also been a finalist in the LAMDA awards, the “Oscars” of gay literary works. I do my best to write original stories with powerful characters and emotion as well as a fast-paced plot. My goal isn’t just to deliver a good story but to take the reader into the story and let them experience the characters as if they are right there with them. While almost all my books have a romantic element, I will be the first to admit, they are not traditional romance. In fact, I’d like to think there is nothing traditional about them. And the stories I paint are done so way outside the lines of traditional genres. One of my favorite things to do as a writer is push the boundaries of what makes a story and to deliver the unexpected and maybe even change the perspective of the reader. My characters are more often than not, beautifully flawed, not always the good guy, and make mistakes. Their stories will take dark turns which, in the end, make the light at the end of the tunnel all the brighter. If you’re looking for something different, exciting, and unique, my books are for you. Website * Facebook * Readers Group * Twitter * Instagram * Bookbub * Amazon * Goodreads * DeviantArt * Patreon * Newsletter
When Marcel first allowed things to become physical between them, Jacob spent his money on the best
slacks and silk shirts.
Marcel didn’t give him a large allowance. The idea Jacob found a need to spend it in order to impress
him was pleasing, but not important. Jacob did not need fancy clothes to make him beautiful. Besides,
the fancy clothes had not erased his self-doubt, his thoughts of inadequacy, the secret fear he would
never, could never not be loved.
All of those things played in the way he moved, how he looked around a room, clenched his fists,
swallowed hard, the sweat on his brow, the jump of muscle in his jaw.
Marcel read these facts as if they’d been written in print. Just like he read Jacob’s past in the faint white
lines left behind on his body from years of mistreatment.
A man or woman of worth did not mistreat the lives given to him. Whether taken as a gift or sacrificed in
the flesh. They were meant to be cherished, each one special and unique.
No. Jacob didn’t need fancy clothes because you could not give more value to something already
priceless.
“Close the door.”
Jacob did.
The room was large enough to leave plenty of floor space between the king-sized bed and the wardrobe.
A full bathroom occupied the alcove on the right side. On the left, a set of windows.
From the outside, those windows appeared as any other in the house. But on the inside they were
covered just like the walls, ceiling, floor, and door, in acoustic paneling.
Even if someone stood right outside, a scream was nothing more than a muted hum.
All the pain, suffering, and hate festering in Jacob could manifest in ear-shattering pleas, and no one
would hear. Marcel had hoped to have emptied him of those feelings by now, but the well inside Jacob
was deep and reluctant to give up the terrible things it housed.
One day though, one day, Marcel would find a way to scrape the last of those festering thoughts from
Jacob’s soul and leave them in the sun to rot.
Not because Marcel cared, but because weakness was a terrible disease to be inflicted with. A sickness
no human should suffer.
Jacob exhaled a shuddering breath. The flush across his cheeks darkened. His lips parted. The bulge in
the front of his jeans strained.
But he would wait in silence, struggling to remain still, as long as Marcel wanted.
On occasion, it was hours.
Today wasn’t one of those days. Today, Jacob needed what Marcel could give him.
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