Saint View Psychos, #1
“Do you want some Goldfish crackers, Bliss?”
Those were the last words my brother said to me before he was shot execution style. A childhood code only he and I knew, and one that had a single, clear meaning behind it.
I’m not going anywhere. Not when his murderer is still out there.
To catch a killer, I put aside my life of money and luxury and take over the running of Psychos, a dive bar in the seedy underbelly of Saint View.
But Psychos delivers more than I ever could have bargained for and three men I never saw coming.
Nash, my brother’s best friend. Older and more experienced, he still remembers me as the neglected child he once saved.
War, heir to a biker gang throne and searching for the man who left his mother in a coma. Bonded over a common goal, he introduces me to a world of after-hours clubs, danger, and violence.
And Vincent, the quiet new guy nobody seems to see except me. He’s sweet and quirky, but there’s a darkness in him just waiting to be unleashed.
With every lie we uncover, every secret we expose, the danger mounts.
Until there’s only one thing we know for sure.
The killer is still out there.
And we’re his next targets.
Start a War is an adult, #whychoose romance, meaning the main character has more than one love interest. This book contains romantic suspense / dark themes that may trigger some readers. It is the first book in an ongoing trilogy.
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“Go home, Caleb. I told you, we’re done—”
“And I told you we weren’t and that you needed to be by my side tonight.”
“We’re not together, Caleb! You don’t get a say in what I do anymore!”
A shadow fell over me. Nash’s eyes were fire, his entire body ready for a fight even though the fight was miles away, standing on my doorstep. “Is everything okay? The entire bar can hear you shouting.”
“Who the fuck is that?” Caleb growled. “Is it him? The piece of trash you’re sleeping with?”
“Oh if that isn’t the pot calling the kettle black. Did you forget how your dick accidentally fell into Lucinda?”
“Because you’re a frigid bitch who couldn’t please a man if you had a guidebook by your side. You think he wants your used up pussy? You think any man is going to want you when you don’t even have the self-control to stop putting food in your fat fucking face? You ugly bitch, no man will ever want—”
Nash yanked the phone out of my hand. “You want to know where she is, rich boy? She’s at my bar. Spread out naked on my desk. I stripped every piece of clothing from her body, and then I worshipped every inch of her. I erased every trace of you with my tongue. I went down on her, licking her sweet, wet, juicy pussy until she screamed my name loud enough for the entire bar to hear. My name, fuck boy. Not yours. Has she ever even uttered a sound when you fucked her with your tiny dick? You could never even get her wet, could you? And yet you call her frigid because you don’t know how to please her. You’re an embarrassment, Caleb. You’re a little boy, with a small dick, trying to play with the men. She doesn’t need you. She doesn’t fucking need anyone.”