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351 pages, Kindle Edition
Published May 8, 2017
Something happened when they got in the same room. When their eyes met. When they breathed the same air. A dangerously potent something.


“Your touch kills me,” Daniel confessed through the thickness in his throat. “It’s the sweetest murder, and I want it again and again.”
They were connected, he and Stavros. Connected by blood, by death. By guilt and betrayal too. But also by this crazy unexplainable and emotional need they had to be near each other. Touch each other. Taste each other.
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I've been finding it quite tricky to come across a winner in this genre, where the balance between darkness and plausibility didn't cross the line of absurdity.



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Something happened when they got in the same room. When their eyes met. When they breathed the same air. A dangerously potent something.
“You like it when I bleed.” Even to his ears, his words were shakier than normal. Faint.
“You do it so well.” Daniel’s sounded weirdly proud, like he approved of the rivulets soaking Stavros’ hip and the tiny puddle congealing next to them. “Also it brings me such pleasure, watching you suffer.” Stavros was fading, but he brought his bloodied fingers to his mouth, licking the red away one by one—was it all his, or maybe some of Daniel’s blood was mixed up in there, too?—as he held Daniel’s gaze. “It brings me pleasure…” His voice got softer and softer, slurring, vision narrowing down to the man next to him who wore Stavros’ death mark tattooed around his neck. The man with impenetrable eyes and that beautifully cruel mouth. “Watching you try.”
I got ice in my veins, blood in my eyes.
Hate in my heart, love in my mind. *![]()


“It brings me such pleasure, watching you suffer.”
“It brings me pleasure…” [. . .] “Watching you try.”
CALL THE CORONER is a really weird book because the first 50% is torture porn and the second 50% is angsty romance.
“You like it when I bleed.” Even to his ears, his words were shakier than normal. Faint.
“You do it so well.” Daniel’s sounded weirdly proud, like he approved of the rivulets soaking Stavros’ hip and the tiny puddle congealing next to them.
“Hey, N-Nieto, have you noticed that you keep kneeling for me?" [. . .] “I like it.” Eyes swollen, teeth chattering loudly, he still managed to wink at Daniel. “You should always be on your knees.”
He was aroused by Stavros Konstantinou. By the way he spoke. The way he fought. The way he bled. The way he looked at Daniel.
“When I had my garrote around your neck and your struggling body underneath me, you stared up into my eyes,” Stavros said. “Remember that?”
He’d never forget.
“I had you near death,” Stavros confessed. “And you had me near orgasm.”
“You want to die tonight?” Daniel asked. “Is that it?”
Stavros licked at the blood on his bottom lip and the cut there stung. “I want what you want. Fuck me. Kill me.” He shrugged in Daniel’s hold. “It doesn’t matter.”
“My…lapse in judgment was an aberration.” One he still felt clear to his toes. “Nothing has changed.”
Syren laughed, loud and long, in his face. “Never took you for the delusional type, but hey…” He shrugged. “Good for you.”
“This tin man has a heart, diablo. And it is yours.” He caught Stavros’ hand and brought it up to his chest. Over his heart. “It beats for you.”
“I’ve never been tethered,” he said in a hoarse voice. “I’m forty-two years old, and I’ve never had someone feel for me what I feel for them. I’ve never been someone’s anchor, never had someone be that for me.”
*cracks knuckles*![]()
😱✨I N S T A - L O V E 😱✨
He’d touched Stavros. Not out of anger. Not out of revenge. To help him. To heal him.
Daniel dropped to his knees to be face to face with a sputtering Stavros. His captive’s lips were blue, teeth chattering as he wheezed. It was…beautiful.
“I forgave you the first time I kissed you.” [. . .] “You had my forgiveness—” Daniel gripped him tighter, speaking more forcefully. “With our first caress."
Why?” His voice broke, and that had Daniel’s eyes flying open. “Why do I get forgiveness?”
[. . .] “Because I needed you, and to have you I had to forgive you.”
“I live to die for you. I am here to die for you.”
“No.” Daniel shook his head. “No more dying. We live. Tú eres mi familia.” You are my family.“Family is you.”
Stavros kissed him. Soft bites. Stavros’ version of tender. “Family is you.”





❝I expect you to love me like I love you,❞ he whispered into that kiss. ❝I expect you to do right by me, because I will do right by you.❞ Stavros shuddered. His grip on Daniel faltered. ❝I expect you to take care of my heart, diablo, because I will take care of yours.❞
He’d been dead for years, and this man brought him back to life. His voice. His blood. His eyes. They brought Daniel back to life.
❝I’ve never been tethered,❞ he said in a hoarse voice. ❝I’m forty-two years old, and I’ve never had someone feel for me what I feel for them. I’ve never been someone’s anchor, never had someone be that for me.❞
❝The weakness you had a month ago is not the same one you have today. I saw it, and I was able to use it to get him away from you. Because I think hurting him will hurt you more.❞ His voice dropped, turning husky with a rough type of emotion when he said, ❝Killing him will kill you.❞
❝No, you should be on notice. Because this? Me as your captive? It is only foreplay for the inevitable main course, where I plan on feasting on you until I’m well sated.❞
❝I think, the way you beg—❞ Daniel put his mouth to Stavros’ ear. ❝Es espectacular.❞
❝This tin man has a heart, diablo. And it is yours.❞ He caught Stavros’ hand and brought it up to his chest. Over his heart. ❝It beats for you.❞
He wasn’t allowed to stay dead. Not yet.
But he was too tired. In too much pain. Too hungry. Too thirsty. Too everything. […]
[…] strong hands gripping his rapidly hardening shaft.
“I am yours. To fuck. To torture. To kill. I am yours.”
“[…] I’m afraid that what I feel for him might burn brighter, hotter, than what I felt for her.”
“We connected through blood and violence,” […] “We’re bloody, violent men.” […] “We deserve each other.”

“You like it when I bleed.” Even to his ears, his words were shakier than normal. Faint.
“You do it so well.” Daniel’s sounded weirdly proud, like he approved of the rivulets soaking Stavros’ hip and the tiny puddle congealing next to them. “Also it brings me such pleasure, watching you suffer.”
Stavros was fading, but he brought his bloodied fingers to his mouth, licking the red away one by one—was it all his, or maybe some of Daniel’s blood was mixed up in there, too?—as he held Daniel’s gaze.
“It brings me pleasure…” His voice got softer and softer, slurring, vision narrowing down to the man next to him who wore Stavros’ death mark tattooed around his neck. The man with impenetrable eyes and that beautifully cruel mouth. “Watching you try.”