Danger and desire collide when a chance encounter between a doctor and an assassin sets off a devastating chain of events.
Bound by a connection that goes back a generation, to the interconnecting lives of their parents, Ian and Adam’s mutual attraction blossoms into forbidden love in this twisted, action-packed series. Contains the stories:
The Dead Don’t Lie: When Adam and Ian meet, the attraction between the doctor and assassin is immediate. But attraction takes a turn for disaster when Ian discovers they share ties a generation deep. Lost in a chaotic world, the lines between enemy and lover begin to blur, and both men will make a series of choices, choices leading them on a collision course with secrets that refuse to stay dead and buried.
The Dead Don’t Mourn: Three months later, Ian and Adam are struggling with the memory of that fateful night. But both men’s tenacious grasp at peace faces a new challenge when a dangerous assignment forces hidden jealousies to the surface. But when tragedy strikes, will Ian and Adam fight to build something real together, or will they find themselves torn apart once more?
The Dead Don’t Dream: To save themselves, their friends, and their love from Katherine’s deadly clutches, Ian and Adam must fight with everything they have left, even a`s fate steps in, revealing the most shocking truth of all. Their nightmare is far from over; it's only just begun.
Note: This series contains mature themes, including strong violence, substance abuse, mentions of suicide/suicidal ideation, and a brief flashback of sexual assault.
EXCERPT FROM “The Dead Don’t Lie”
Assignment completed, Ian glanced down at his coat, noticing a few questionable stains even black couldn’t hide. Sighing, he stepped into the adjacent bathroom for a quick wash. He was cleaning off the excess blood splatter when he heard the door open. He stopped and listened as a curious voice called out, “Hello?”
Ian reached for his handgun, quiet as he slid it into his hand. He edged forward, waiting for his visitor to discover Mr. Mallory was no longer among the living. Ian didn’t have long to wait.
“Jesus Christ,” the visitor swore, taking several steps backward where Ian waited in the shadows. Once he was close enough, Ian pressed the gun’s muzzle into the back of his head, stopping him in his tracks.
“Don’t move,” he ordered. Even in the darkened room, Ian knew he looked familiar. “Turn around.”
Slowly, the man turned toward him, shaking. Ian didn’t miss the shock of recognition when he saw who held him at gunpoint.
“Yeah, I remember you too. This is unfortunate,” Ian remarked and meant it. He didn’t relish putting a bullet right between those pretty eyes, but he’d seen his face. Not once. But twice now. And, unfortunately, he’d have to die for it.
“Wait,” the young doctor urged, his hands in the air. “You don’t have to shoot me.”
No crying. No begging. A statement. The doctor even met Ian’s eye when he said it. Ian couldn’t help but admire this guy's guts. A shame he had to kill him, but he didn’t have a choice. His finger twitched on the trigger.
“I’m afraid I do,” Ian answered, glancing at his name tag. “Dr. Adam Morrow,” he whispered under his breath, the name hitting like a sucker punch to the gut. “Your name is Adam Morrow?”
“Yeah, that’s my -- why?”
Ian wasn’t listening, rendered speechless as he studied the man. Pieces were clicking together in a hail of memories, memories he fought for years to keep hidden. Now they came rising to the surface one by one, swifter than he could recall them. All tied to the image of a child’s face. A child whose cheerful grin and name, Adam Morrow, had haunted him for the last fourteen years.
Ian snapped into the present. He charged forth, seizing him by the arm. Adam tried to shake him off as he propelled him toward the windows. Meager light from outside street lamps was enough to spy the lingering traces of that boy. One whose existence itself had been a terrible mystery he’d never wanted to delve too deep into, terrified of the answer awaiting him on the other side.
“Look at me!” he ordered, pressing the muzzle under Adam’s chin.
Adam hesitated but didn’t have much say so with a gun buried in his throat. One glance and the truth slammed into Ian like a bolt of lightning. A sweeping recognition. His eyes told him the entire story in an instant. They were remarkable, dark green, and flecked with gold, memorable -- her eyes. There was no way he’d be able to kill him. Not now. The implications of his discovery growing as they sized up the other, each of them unsure what to do next.
“Who the hell are you?” Adam asked, low and shaky.
“Who the hell are you?” Ian countered.
