Book Title: Long Past Dawn
Author and Publisher: J.K.
Release Date: March 23,
Tropes: Forbidden love,
friends to lovers, Gang Romance, High School Romance
Themes: Coming out, drug
addiction, abuse forgiveness
Heat Rating: 4 flames
Length: 54 858 words/250
It is a standalone story but
has a soft cliffhanger.
Buy Links – Available in Kindle
Delinquent. Savagery runs hot in his veins. Miguel
González doesn’t have any memories that don’t include cruel fists raining down on him. The
only light in his life had been his younger sister Valeria, who was slaughtered during a drug
run by the Gulf cartels.
Vengeance is the only answer.
War is brewing between the Gulf cartels and Los
Zetas. With it, a rising drug lord threatening to destroy everything he’s working towards.
Miguel will need to claw his way to the top if he wants justice.
It’s a new school year. There are a bunch of new
faces, fresh and eager to learn as they navigate through high school. Most people fear
Then there’s him.
Javier Hernández isn’t afraid.
There’s something strange about Javier, something
lethal. His gaze is deep, penetrating. Like two blades covered in frost, sinking into his
Javier breaks beautiful things.
But Miguel begs for it.
Warning: Novella, gang wars, deals with
alcohol addiction, substance abuse, HFN ending.
St. Augustine, Florida
Miguel storms across the sea of bodies, shoving his way to the bar. He barks his order,
choking back something sweet and citrus. Fists pound in the air as raucous party-goers sway
to the music.
Where’s Mateo? He was supposed to be here.
The bruise on his eye throbs, blood still trickling down his brow from where his foster father,
Felipe, had punched him earlier. He can’t even remember what he did to piss Felipe off. It
started with a few jeers here and there, scathing comments about being a freeloader, then it
ended with Felipe’s fist raining down on him.
Fucking bastard. Miguel knows he shouldn’t have left Valeria alone with him.
It’s all the same shit. Guilt rakes up and down his body, but he pays at the counter, not
bothering to flash his fake ID before he downs his drink.
Shit. No sign of Mateo. Oh, well. He can’t wait forever.
Miguel fights his way through the crowd, desperate to get home soon. It’s late. Valeria will
be worried. That’s enough motivation to keep him moving faster. He’s only about halfway
across the room when he finally loses his patience and shoves into the next person blocking
The man turns, a deadly glint in his eye as he checks who just pushed him. Miguel glares
back defiantly, the stranger looking barely old enough to be allowed in a club at all.
He’s handsome. Devastatingly so. Miguel’s heart jams in his throat as the man smiles, sleek
and cool. Deadly. A shiver runs down his spine and he banishes it with the hot flood of
disgust that washes through him. This is not the time or place. Valeria, his younger sister, is
waiting for him.
The man’s gaze morphs into something softer, steel melted down with fire. A smirk drags
across his face and he steps closer. His hair is wild auburn curls, his skin ochre like the setting
sun. The stranger’s eyes are a swirling mix of greens, blues, and browns, a smoky hazel. He’s
wearing a neon green sheer top, his pierced nipples flickering in the strobe lights, and his
black skin-tight jeans make his legs look endless.
“Can you back the fuck off?” Miguel tries to say but his voice gets lost in the heavy,
pounding bass. He huffs out a breath and turns to continue elbowing his way through the
crowd. He barely manages a step, when a hand encircles his wrist, the strength in that grip
forcing him to stop.
He whips his head around to look back at the man who is impeding his escape. The fiery
look is still there, as Miguel glowers at him. The man just grins lazily, tugging on his wrist
until he trips forward.
The move causes Miguel to press up against the man, both of his hands splaying across his
chest and his face nearly buried in the crook of the man’s neck. What the fuck? He tries to
wrench himself back, to regain some distance from the man, when the other bends slightly
to brush his lips against the shell of Miguel’s ear.
“Leaving so soon?” His voice is hot and wet against his earlobe. Miguel shivers and he feels
the other man smile. “Dance with me.”
Fuck no. The way their bodies move is not what Miguel would call dancing. It’s too slow to
match the beat of the song. The stranger slots one of his thighs between Miguel’s legs and
presses forward, rolling his hips indecently. Miguel sucks in a sharp breath. With half a mind
to punch the man in the throat, he leans back slightly only to find his movement being
followed as a pair of lips attach themselves to his throat.
About the Author
Heaven and hell, demons and angels. J.K Jones has always had an affinity for otherworldly
things. From her debut novel, it’s easy to see she loves all things crawling in the shadows. As
it so happens, J.K Jones is the author of a gritty, fun, action-packed, soul-rending novel. Her
characters are so dark and twisted they defy the dimensions of this world. She does not
believe in HEA, she does believe in writing a suitable ending for her characters. Never will
you read any of her works where the characters ride off into the sunset together. Not going
to happen. There is nothing J.K. Jones loves more than a tragic ending. She is an avid reader,
poet, and LGBTQ activist. She is a University graduate with a BA in Sociology, also has a
TESOL certificate for teaching English as a Second Language.