Book Title: Dysfunctional
Author and Publisher: Isabel
Cover Artist: Robin Harper
from Wicked by Designs
Release Date: May 25,
Genre: Contemporary M/M Romance
Tropes: Stalker, serial killer romance
Themes: Dark romance
Heat Rating: 4
Length: 67 666 words/190
It is a standalone story and
does not end on a cliffhanger.
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Ezra Hamilton hasn’t felt the warm spurt of blood flow
through his fingers or the indescribable feeling of pushing a knife deep into someone’s flesh
in a long time. Too long.
He’s been watching a man stalk women, curious as
to what he’s doing with them. Ezra’s never encountered someone with similar dark
tendencies before, and what starts off as genuine curiosity turns into much more when
Kaspian turns the tables on him.
As their chemistry builds, so does the mistrust.
They both know they can’t trust a killer, but their inner demons call to each other
When Kaspian’s impulsivity threatens to ruin Ezra’s
freedom, he knows he has to stop him. Kas appears to be fixated on Willow—a woman Ezra
works with. In an effort to not have to worry about her disappearance bringing heat on him,
he tracks Kaspian as Kaspian follows Willow into a cabin in the mountains.
There, in the middle of a blizzard, secrets will be
revealed and revelations made, but the chances of everybody making it out alive are
“Are you planning on killing me? Or is that just reserved for
I grin and take a sip. “I don’t plan these things. Not
“So, then maybe I should take care of you right now. I could
live in peace without the worry that you’ll run your mouth or decide to try to kill me one
“I wouldn’t kill you, Ezra.”
“You couldn’t kill me, Kaspian.”
I bite my bottom lip before a smile takes over. “Don’t
“Don’t play with me.”
“Like this?” I say, chancing a step in his direction as I slide
my fingers into his waistband again.
His hand is around my throat in an instant. “If you even
think about saying anything to anyone, I will end you before you even realize I’m a
“You’re always a threat.”
“Don’t forget it.” He eases his grip but keeps his hand in
place. It’s probably because he just likes touching me, but I don’t mind it.
“We could work together.”
“What we do is different, and I don’t work well with
My fingers unsnap the button before dragging his zipper
down. “We’re similar, you and I. It could be fun.”
“I don’t have a reason to anymore.” He struggles to get the
sentence out, long pauses between the words.
“Oh, you don’t think I believe that, do you? Maybe you had
a reason to kill the first two, but what about the others? Was there a reason? Or did you
simply have a need? An urge?”
I start to tug his pants and underwear down, and he keeps
“I told you. I don’t want to have to worry about moving
again. I’m fine with the way things are now.”
“Are you?” I question. “Really?”
He ignores me, because he knows his answer would be a
lie. “Now that you’ve gotten my attention, what’re you planning on doing next? Find more
girls to follow?”
My fingers wrap around his shaft. “Would that make you
He moans as I drag my fist down to his crown. “No. There’s
nothing between us.”
My nostrils flare when I look at him. “I wouldn’t say
His hand moves from my throat to my hair, yanking on the
strands until my head is as far back as it can go. “You want me now, huh? That’s what this is?
You’ve used the girls, you’ve killed them, and it’s my turn, right? You want me to take care of
you? I’m supposed to fawn over you, care where you are and who you’re with? You want me
to be the daddy you likely didn’t have? Is that it?”
I suck in deep breath through my nostrils, rage running
through my veins as I clench my jaw. “Don’t. Do not mention him.”
His lips curl up into a snarl. Hardly a smile, but he’s amused.
“Ah, I’m starting to understand. Daddy didn’t give you what you needed.”
“Shut up,” I say, releasing my grip on his cock and trying to
He tightens his hold on my hair assuring I can’t go
anywhere. He’s got maybe fifteen pounds on me, and it’s all muscle.
“Daddy didn’t give you any attention, did he? He didn’t care
about you. Wasn’t there for you. Maybe he didn’t love you. Daddy ignored you, didn’t he?”
His tone is nothing but mocking hostility.
“Stop it. You don’t know what you’re saying.”
His arm wraps around my back to keep me from fighting
out of his grip, pinning my arms down in the process. He smashes me into him, his
expression wicked. This isn’t Ezra. It’s Quintin.
“That’s why you need a man to obsess over you. You want
that father figure, right? I’m guessing dear old Dad didn’t discipline you either. You seek it
out in men. That’s why you like them dominant.”
“You couldn’t be dominant if you tried,” I sneer. “Mr. I-have-
to-have-reasons. There’s no fucking moral code to killing. You don’t get to make up an
excuse to justify why you did it. You did it because you fucking wanted to. If you can’t admit
I’m spinning. He doesn’t let me finish my rant, because he
releases his hold on me just to swirl me around and bend me over the kitchen counter. His
cock presses into my ass while his hand comes down on the side of my head, pressing my
cheek to the cold granite.
“Shut the fuck up.” His voice is like gravel—rough, and it
sends a thrill up my spine. “You like commanding men? Then do what the fuck I say and stay
He walks around me, his hand moving to my back while he
uses his other one to open up drawers.
“What are you looking for?”
“A knife? You gonna kill me?”
A drawer slams shut, and when he has to lean over to open
the next one, his hand on my back lifts slightly, so I take the opportunity and run.
About the Author
Isabel Lucero is a bestselling
author, finding joy in giving readers books for every mood.
Though born in a small town
in New Mexico, Isabel currently lives in Delaware with her family. When not completely lost
in the world of her next WIP, she can be found reading, or in the nearest Target buying
things she doesn’t need.
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