Cash: An MM Mafia Romance (Ruthless
Author and Publisher: K.L.
Cover Artist: Charli
Release Date: August 12,
Genre: Contemporary MM Romance, Mafia Romance
Tropes: Interracial Couple, First Time Gay, Bad Boys Do It Better, Daddy
Kink, Kidnapping, Bad Men Doing Bad Things
Themes: Food is love, learning to trust, sex first feelings later,
Heat Rating: 5 flames
Length: 90 000 words
It is a standalone story and
does not end on a cliffhanger.
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Available in Kindle Unlimited
Cho “Brick” Brixton enjoys cooking, working in his yard, and
binge-watching television while living as an out and proud gay man in the heart of
downtown Raleigh, North Carolina. His parents had the perfect romance, having fallen in
love at first sight when they met in Korea, and Brick longs to find a love like that for his own.
Whipping up meals for one isn’t much fun, and the constant boredom is a drag.
Not to mention it’s miserably lonely.
All of that changes when a giant mysterious hunk named
Jules Price moves in next door. Jules has arrived on business of the not-so-legal sort, namely
to retrieve something that was stolen from his criminal family. When he’s not busy being a
vicious gangster, Jules is set on getting close to Brick and exploring his first ever attraction to
another man. Although Brick has been yearning for the excitement of meeting that special
someone, he soon realizes he may have bitten off more than he can swallow.
As their romance heats up, so too does the danger, and
Brick finds himself in the middle of a bloodbath in the making if Jules can’t get back what he
came here for. Luckily for Brick, Jules is the kind of man who will stop at nothing to keep him
safe, and he doesn’t care who gets in his way—or how high the body count gets.
CASH is part of the Ruthless
Daddies multi-author collab and a complete standalone. Expect to find a criminal Daddy,
a tough boy, high steam, and some dark mafia themes. Want more deliciously morally gray
Daddies and boys? Grab the whole series!
“Never met a guy that got me hard before.” Jules glanced
over Brick appraisingly. “Well, except you.”
Brick couldn’t have heard that correctly. “Excuse
“I’ve met some of the most fuckin’ fearless motherfuckers
on the planet. Nothing makes these guys flinch, not a fuckin’ thing.” Jules paused to sip his
drink, his dark eyes fixed on Brick’s. “And you…”
Brick’s face was instantly on fire from the intensity of Jules’s
gaze, and he was hyperaware of how very close they were right now. He couldn’t stop
glancing down at Jules’s mouth, fixated on a wet spot of liquor that he desperately wanted
“You’re just some fuckin’ translator. You’re just a regular
guy, but you didn’t hesitate a fuckin’ second to point that gun at those assholes. I saw you
fightin’ them before I got in there. You were gonna mess those fuckers up if they hadn’t
pulled on you.” Jules grinned. “It was fuckin’ hot.”
“Yeah?” Brick leaned in, gravitating as closely as he dared to
Jules. “And how many other guys have you tried to sell this shit to, huh? Oh, I’ve never ever
been with any dudes before, but you are so way hot, please suck my dick.”
“Hey. I didn’t say nothin’ about suckin’ me.” Jules’s tongue
flicked over his lips. “But if you wanna, I ain’t gonna stop you.”
“Who said I wanted to?” Brick fired back.
“Oh, baby boy.” Jules’s smile grew wicked. “You definitely
“You sure about that?” Brick couldn’t believe this was
Flirting with Jules was somehow even more insane than
having a gun pulled on him earlier tonight, especially since Jules was so eagerly flirting right
back. The energy in the room was charged, hot, and Brick knew he was in deep trouble
because the only thing on his mind was kissing this sexy gangster.
“Very sure.” Jules’s hand slid up Brick’s thigh to rest on his
hip. “I know a pair of fuck-me eyes when I see ’em. You wanna suck Daddy’s dick,
“I think you’re just really into this Daddy thing,” Brick
argued, seeking out Jules’s chest and rubbing over his thick pec. “You want some sweet little
thing to roll over and call you Daddy while he blows you, huh?”
“Can that sweet little thing be you? ’Cause I’m startin’ to
get into it.”
“I don’t know, Daddy,” Brick teased. “I still think this
isn’t the first time you’ve pulled this.”
“It is.” Jules touched Brick’s cheek. “Ain’t ever had any guy
get to my dick like this. You’re… pretty fuckin’ special.”
“And you’re not having any kind of weird identity crisis
wanting a guy to blow you?”
“I’m very well adjusted.”
“It don’t matter. Like I told you before, when I want
something, I go for it.” Jules’s lips hovered over Brick’s, and his breath was hot and smelled
of spicy liquor as he whispered, “And right fuckin’ now, I want you.”
Brick’s brain imploded. He could not think clearly when
Jules said shit like that, and touching Jules’s thick muscled chest was every bit as delicious as
Brick had imagined. Moving fast wasn’t new to Brick—hell, once upon a time he’d been
known to have some fun in the men’s room at the club when he couldn’t wait to get home.
But this was crazy, right?
Wanting to sleep with his attractive neighbor who was a
dangerous gangster, had saved Brick’s life, and also apparently just decided that he wanted
to sleep with Brick despite never having been with a man before?
Like, all the planets in the solar system had aligned in full
batshit formation just for tonight to ensure optimal levels of crazy.
“What if I say no?” Brick challenged.
“Mmm.” Jules hummed thoughtfully. “Then I get to be real
disappointed for a lil’ bit while I think up some way to change your mind.”
“You think it’s gonna be that easy?”
“Trust me. Daddy Jules is very, very convincing.”
“Right.” Brick scoffed, his pulse rising to an eardrum-
shattering level. He could deny it all he wanted to, but they both already knew what was
about to happen. “Sure you are.”
Jules smiled, slid his fingers into Brick’s hair, and pulled him
in for a deep kiss.
About the Author
K.L. “Kat” Hiers is an
embalmer, restorative artist, and queer writer. Licensed in both funeral directing and funeral
service, they worked in the death industry for nearly a decade. Their first love was always
telling stories, and they have been writing for over twenty years, penning their very first
book at just eight years old. Publishers generally do not accept manuscripts in Hello Kitty
notebooks, however, but they never gave up.
Following the success of their
first novel, Cold Hard Cash, they now enjoy writing professionally, focusing on spinning tales
of sultry passion, exotic worlds, and emotional journeys. They love attending horror movie
conventions and indulging in cosplay of their favorite characters. They live in Zebulon, NC,
with their husband and their children, some of whom have paws and a few that only
pretend to because they think it’s cute.
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