Reckless Roulette by Alice WintersSummary:
RATING:
The Elite #1
Seven days until game over.
Len
Kade has seven days left to live… unless I do something about it. I am one of the best assassins around, after all. But… I’m not sure I exactly care what happens to Kade. He’s rude, only cares about himself and his casino, and did I mention he doesn’t know a single thing about video games?
Okay, okay. Maybe that’s not enough of a reason to watch him dash headlong into danger while I kick back and enjoy the show.
It’s kind of fun though.
Now I know what you’re thinking… doesn’t that make me the selfish one? See, I don’t mind helping people—it’s kind of my thing. But the ones I help aren’t anything like Kade. They’re people who have nothing left who are willing to go to great lengths to save those they love, even at the cost of losing themselves. Still, maybe Kade can show me that beneath his icy exterior is a man worth saving. A man worth loving. And maybe even a man worth risking everything for.
Issue is… he only has seven days to do it.
Reckless Roulette is a part of the multi-author series The Elite. Each book can be read as a standalone and in any order. What links these books together is The Anonymous, a club beneath the gritty city where only the elite are welcome.
Original Review August 2023:
Gotta start by saying I have loads of Alice Winters books on my Kindle & TBR lists but have only read a few. I love her ability to write humor and to make it such a huge part of the story. Many authors will write great comedy moments but few can add so much to the story that it borders on rom-com status. I don't know if the author considers her works to fall under that category but I place every one of her books I've devoured in the genre.
I mention the above statement because even though I have all entries in the multi-author series, The Elite, on my kindle I have only actually read Davidson King's book, Dealer of Secrets, so when I needed something dangerously snarky to combat the miserable no AC heat and seeing as it was the first entry in the series, it was a no brainer that Alice Winters' entry would be next up.
On to Reckless Roulette.
I've never been a gamer or into anime and my comic book knowledge is limited but as a lifelong devoted Star Wars fangirl geek, I loved, appreciated, and 150% respected Len's devotion to his geekness. As for going against the stereotype and making the geek and the not-so-squeaky-clean-Robin-Hood-ish one in the same was fresh and exciting.
As for Kade. Well what can I say about Kade? At face value you completely understand and don't mind the fact that he's only got 7 days left to live per the threat that sends him to Len's door. Let's be honest, he is not the most likeable guy on paper HOWEVER you know there is more to the man underneath and Len may just be the guy to poke holes in that basement floor to give the good guy hiding a chance to break free😉.
That is about all you're going to get out of me as this is a spoiler free zone and I'm a no spoil kind of gal😉. Just know this: once you start Reckless Roulette you won't be able to put it down, you'll be left surprised a couple of times, shaking your head "I knew it!" once or twice, and totally sad when you reach the final page because you just never want it to end. I wish I had read it slower to savor all the snark and cuddle goodness but in truth there was no way I could have slowed because I just had to know what was on the next page.
Dealer of Secrets by Davidson King
Summary:The Elite #6
If you have a secret you don’t want anyone to know, Zaire Vicario can find it. And if it’s worth something? Well, that’s currency to him. When things get desperate, the shadiest people call him in, and he makes their troubles go away with all the knowledge he’s acquired. He’s confident, powerful, and ready for anything. At least, he thinks he is. All it takes is one evening at The Anonymous and a man cloaked in lies to change Zaire’s whole world.
Carter Merrill enjoys his life healing people. As a traveling nurse, he brings light to a dark and gritty town. Until one phone call changes all he knows and all he is in the blink of an eye. Carter has never used his hands to harm, but when his twin brother is brutally murdered, he makes the decision to uncover who did it and seek revenge. The only problem is, he has no idea how to do that. When a stunning man approaches and offers to help, Carter has no other option but to walk into the lion’s den.
Deep dark lies, unrelenting lust, and dangerous liaisons thrust Zaire and Carter into treacherous territory and unfamiliar circumstances. They find their lives connecting, as well as their bodies, when one secret reveals layers of atrocities neither of them ever expected. Can they survive the savage storm ahead or are they doomed to the same fate as Carter’s brother?
Dealer of Secrets is a part of the multi-author series The Elite. Each book can be read as a standalone and in any order. What links these books together is The Anonymous, a club beneath the gritty city where only the elite are welcome.
Original May Book of the Month Review:
All authors have one genre they excel at, no matter how great their writing is across the board, there is one category that speaks to them on a little higher level. For Davidson King, that genre is mafia-level mayhem. Seriously, she writes danger and mayhem so fluently I can't help but wonder if she isn't living a created life in witness protection due to flipping on her mob boss to keep her family safe. How can one create so consistently without having lived in that world at some point in her past?😉😉
For reals though, time to talk Dealer of Secrets.
I don't want to say too much about the intricacies of the plot, I won't squash any adrenaline that comes with self discovery. If you've read Davidson King before you know she's all about the HEA but the getting there is high octane, dangerous, thrilling, dramatic, mystery and that is where the meat and potatoes of this reading meal fills you up. There isn't a single thing that is simply page filler, every character, every morsel of info plays a part.
As for Carter and Zaire. They definitely fit the opposites attract moniker and yet they mesh instantly, attraction is palpable with potential for so much more. Carter's heartache over his brother's death breaks your heart and the warring within to follow his brother's instructions versus finding the truth made me want to crush him in a huge Mama Bear hug. I wanted to give him a strong whack to the backside when he wanted to find answers because you know he's not capable(I don't like the word "capable" here but a better word isn't coming to me right now) of doing so and yet you also know when he cashes in his brother's invitation to The Anonymous, intending to or not, he will find someone who is in the know and being in his position I'd want answers too so I can't make that backside whack too hard😉.
Zaire. What can I say about Zaire? I know that I picture a collector of intel as someone who hates crowds and loves to hide behind a computer screen, an introvert, but I think at the core he is quite the opposite actually. Don't get me wrong, as a collector of secrets he probably spends plenty of his time being Alice navigating many rabbit holes but he also craves flesh. Okay, that makes him sound like a vampire or cannibal😉, but what I mean is he craves personal connections, face to face interactions. I appear to be making Zaire sound kind of pervy but he's not, he is absolutely the kind of man I would want in my corner if I was Carter, personally and revenge-wise.
Together they work. Coincidence, happenstance, fate, call it what you will but meet they did, perhaps it was a way to give Carter some goodness to come out of the heartache of losing his twin. Not saying Zaire is a consolation prize but sometimes the powers-that-be know exactly what they're doing.
I can't forget about Audrey. Audrey might be where Dealer of Secrets has a bit of a Jetsons' element, is it possible for something like Audrey to exist? Sure. Does something like Audrey exist already? To some degree. She's very much like one of those homes-of-the-future shorts & cartoons Hollywood would show before the movie started back in the 1940s(and no I'm not old enough to recall those shorts actually in theaters but I watch a lot of TCM and they run lots of them to fill in time throughout the day's programming). What I do know is I would very much love to have an Audrey.
I have not read any of the other entries in the multi-author series, The Elite, but I certainly intend to. This is a series of standalones where the only connection is the club The Anonymous so there is no set reading order, the series order is only by release date not any need-to-be-read-by order.
Dealer of Secrets by Davidson King is an amazing piece of storytelling that even though we may not deal with the violence and mayhem, I do think most of us would feel the way Carter does and can understand his need for answers. With Dealer and the characters, especially Carter, King has created a world that is both highly fictional and yet very relatable. A delicious gem not to be missed.
On a personal note I just want to thank Davidson King for doing it again. A couple of years ago she released a book in May that I read right after Star Wars Day which allowed me to live out the Poe/Finn ship that should-have-been-but-never-was as their faces became the characters of that story in my head. With the release of Dealer of Secrets in May and having received an ARC earlier in the month, she allowed me to give life to that ship and though Carter and Zaire don't appear anything like Poe and/or Finn on paper, in my minds' eye they did. So thank you, Davidson King for letting me live out that fantasy once again.
Love for the Reaper by Charlie Cochet
Summary:The Elite #8
Devlin “Dev” Espinosa lives in the shadows of the criminal underworld. As a Ferryman, his job is to safely transport “the dead” to their new lives, no questions asked. With no one to answer to, lots of cash, and access to The Anonymous–an exclusive club for the elite–Dev is loving life.
Until Remy Corbin gets into his car.
Remy is just a regular guy working a regular bartending job. At least, that’s what he thought before walking in on his boss taking someone out. Witnessing the assassination paints a target on Remy’s back, and when the bullets fly, he jumps into a stranger’s car.
Dev has no intention of getting involved in Remy’s problems, but something about the guy brings out protective instincts Dev didn’t know he had. Going against his better judgment, Dev vows to keep Remy alive.
Can wild nights fueled by danger and explosive passion lead to more? Or will the hitman on their tail cut their romance–and lives–short?
Love for the Reaper is a part of the multi-author series The Elite. Each book can be read as a standalone and in any order. What links these books together is The Anonymous, a club beneath the gritty city where only the elite are welcome.
Original Review September Book of the Month 2023:
Generally multi-author series isn't really my thing(I don't avoid them I just don't go looking for them) simply because the tendril that connects them is minimal, a town, a holiday, an event or in the case of The Elite, a club called The Anonymous.
The Elite is definitely worth looking for.
Love for the Reaper, Charlie Cochet's entry is definitely worth taking a chance on. Talk about wrong place, wrong time or perhaps right place, perfect time . . . depends on what side of the coin you look at. Remy has found himself falling head first into the pickle jar when he goes back for his paycheck and Dev holds the tongs to pull him out. Remy is certainly not what Dev was sent there to transport but when bullets start pinging off his car, he finds his plans changed, like it or not he's got to go.
That is the extent of plot points I'm going to touch on so as not to spoil Reaper. Just know that the author throws in a bad guy or two(some badder than others), high danger, a friend or two(both obvious and unexpected) and what you have is a twisty tale of "HOLY HANNAH BATMAN! I NEED MORE!!!" The characters are well defined, well scripted, and completely likeable(or hateable depending on your bad guy views😉).
Once again Charlie Cochet hasn't let me down, topnotch reading. Friendship, danger, humor, enemies, lust, mayhem, and of course heart. Love for the Reaper is the whole package.
With the month of all things spooky nearing closer and closer, it's probably a safe bet that this is the last of The Elite series entries I'll get read in 2023 as the last 3 months of the year are my most "theme oriented" reading blocks. Trust me when I say I will return to The Elite because if the remaining entries are only half as good as the 3 I've read, then the probability they will all be grab-my-attention, hold-on-to-my-seat, and never-let-my-heart-go reads is off the charts high. And I look forward to every word of them.
Reckless Roulette by Alice Winters
CHAPTER 1
KADE
This isn’t the first time I’ve had a gun pressed against my head.
It probably won’t be the last.
Irritation rolls through me when the man clanks his gun against my skull again as he holds a hand around my throat to keep me from going too far.
A sigh escapes me as I grit my teeth to keep myself from doing something… unreasonable. Three of my guards are currently lying dead at my feet, telling me that whoever decided to rain on my damn parade is skilled.
Doesn’t make me any less irritated. There are two men, a sniper who is the more skilled of the two and the gunman behind me who seems to think he needs to be uncomfortably close for his gun to work.
“I’m sorry, am I bothering you?” the man asks.
“Oh? How did you guess?” I ask as I lower my hand.
“Get your hands up,” he growls.
“I just want a cigarette, and it’s not like you’re going to shoot me. If I was supposed to be dead at the end of this, you wouldn’t even be here. Your sniper doesn’t need you—you’re fodder. You’re here to tell me something that’s going to annoy me,” I say as I take out a cigarette and light it. “I mean, really, why else would they send someone who has a quiver to his fingers?”
“Fuck you,” he says as I aim the cigarette for my lips again before thinking better of it and cramming the lit end into his eye.
He howls out and releases me, not shooting me, of course, because he never took the safety off. It wasn’t because he made a mistake, it was because he knew that if he shot me, even accidentally, he’d be better served crawling in a ditch somewhere and offing himself.
He lets out a growl as he shoves me forward and just as I turn around, he punches me in the face because that’s something hecando. I drop my cigarette as I grit my teeth in irritation.
“Sell it,” he orders.
“Oh?”
“You need to sell out to Norn if you don’t want to be dead at the end of this. He’s kindly decided that starting tomorrow, you have seven days to get your affairs in order and transfer ownership to him, and if in that time you don’t, he’s going to raze everything you’ve built up to the ground.”
“I can’t wait,” I say dryly as I pull out a different cigarette since his eye rudely destroyed my last one. He’s quite squinty, and it’s kind of hard to give him my full attention when he’s leaking tears the way he is.
I step up to him and jab a finger against his chest. “You tell your boss that he’s going to regret fucking with me because it’s the very last thing he’s going to do.”
Fuck, just hearing that man’s name makes me irritated.
The gunman is just staring at me as I walk past him and continue toward the casino. Mostly employees park out here, but the mess will have to be cleaned up before anyone else stumbles on it or it’ll raise some attention… not that this city isn’t used to guns and bodies.
Fuck, would I love to knock down that damn sniper who killed my guards, but gun wielding is not my specialty. My father raised me with the mindset that we were always going to be taken care of by those beneath us and that shooting those who defied us was not what we did.
He was a fucking idiot.
As I walk through the casino, the noise pounds around me. It’s something that’s been an integral part of my life since I was a child when my father built the place, so it’s nothing more than background noise anymore.
I push through the doors into the back room where a group of my men are loitering. When they see me enter, they look surprised, having thought I’d gone home for the night.
“There are two fuckheads who targeted me when I was in the back parking lot. A sniper and a gunman. They killed my guards. Someone go kill them and clean up the mess, please,” I say as I sink down in a chair and lean back while my financial advisor, Harker, raises an eyebrow. A couple of my security guys head out the door, presumably to do my bidding.
Harker is a man I’ve gotten to know through the business side of things, but he’s also probably as close to a friend as I’m going to get. It doesn’t mean we actually do much together, it just means I tolerate him more than the rest. And while his title is as my financial advisor, he does a lot more than that.
He’s about five years older than my thirty-seven, with brown hair speckled with gray. His dark eyes are currently watching me in concern behind blue-framed glasses. Honestly, he’s probably one of the only ones who’d care if something happened to me.
“You hurt?”
I shrug dismissively. “It’s Norn Peterson.”
Harker whistles as he leans back in his chair. “Well… we knew this day would come; he’s been watching you for a long while. It was nice knowing you with a head on your shoulders. Next time I see you, I’m thinking you might not look so pretty.”
I glower at him because of course this is what he has to say. “You’re a fucking irritation, you know that?”
Harker laughs, clearly amused by his own idiocy. Everyone else in the room is dead silent because they all know better than to laugh or ridicule me, but none of them have known me as long as he has. Harker, knowing that I’m not enjoying a lick of this, sighs. “Well, they left you alive. What do they want?”
“For me to sell to him.”
“You’d be absolutely stupid not to.”
I raise an eyebrow, surprised that he’d believe I’m such a pushover. “You honestly think I’m just going to say, ‘Here ya go, I hope you enjoy taking everything I slaved over for the last twenty years of my life’?”
“Yeah, I think you should. He’ll give you enough money for it. You take it and go do something else with your life. You’re not going to win this game.”
“There only needs to be one man dead for me to win this game,” I say.
Harker seems to think I’m hilarious now as he contemplates this. “Yeah. You seem to forget that Norn got his rise to power as a hitman. He literally controls a chunk of the network.”
“So then I need someone better. Simple as that,” I say.
“So fucking simple,” he says dryly.
“I know you have a guy.”
“I don’t have a guy, Iknowa guy,” Harker corrects. “And let me just save you the time… he’s not going to work for you.”
“Call him. He won’t refuse when he hears my offer.”
Harker slowly shakes his head before taking his phone out. “Alright… donotcome bitching to me about your time being wasted when this is over with.” He taps some buttons and holds the phone to his ear.
“Hey, Kade Morris wants to hire you… yeah, I told him that… yeah, I know you’re busy but you’re the only one I can think of… just… fucking hell, he’s not going to go for it… fine. Yeah, bye.”
I stare at him, already not impressed.
“He said he wants to meet you first. He only works for guys he likes, Kade. And you’re not a likeable guy,” he says.
“I’m goddamn Mr. Rogers,” I growl.
That makes Harker laugh as he shakes his head. “Oh, you’re going to die so hard.”
“Fuck off.”
“With that attitude, I’ll be the only one at your funeral.”
I glower at him as he laughs like he thinks he’s hilarious. Everyone else in the room is watching with wide eyes and remaining silent.
“Come to my office tomorrow. I’ll take you to see him,” he says.
“There is absolutely no reason that I need to go.”
“He’s not going to work for you if he doesn’t like you.”
“This is a pain in my ass.”
Harker shrugs. “Be there by ten in the morning. Don’t be late. He doesn’t like it when you’re late, either.”
“Is there anything this person does like?” I ask.
“He’s still ten times more pleasant than you. If I had to be stuck on an island with you or him, I’d pick him or drown myself.”
“You wouldn’t have to do it yourself, I’d do it for you,” I assure him.
“Perfect.”
Dealer of Secrets by Davidson King
CHAPTER ONE
Zaire
I was good at what I did— some might say the best. My choice of poison wasn’t guns, knives, or drugs; I didn’t threaten an enemy with a Glock, repeat some cheesy one-liner, then shoot them between the eyes. No, that wasn’t my style. I was the Dealer of Secrets. Knowledge was my weapon, and secrets were the bullets.
The man in front of me thought he had the upper hand, but my client had hired me to delve into this guy’s life, grab on to the dirtiest of skeletons, and use it to get what he wanted. The information I obtained in the process was mine and mine alone. I never shared with my clients any tidbits I found, and while that could be seen as dangerous, putting my life on the line, I had a plan ensuring that killing me would be the fastest way to release their secrets out into the world.
“Mr. Tolland, the land you are refusing to sell isn’t truly yours; you and I both know that.”
The large man scoffed, sat back in his chair, and attempted to stare me down. “Is that the best you got? Land’s mine. Tell Grainer to fuck off.”
Smirking, I removed my phone from my pocket. “See, yesterday I paid a visit to a gentleman by the name of Ferdinand Harper.”
Tolland’s eyes widened, and I realized I had him.
“Who?”
“This isn’t kindergarten, Tolland. Let’s not play games. You wanted that land for whatever failed business you’re attempting to conduct. However, you couldn’t pay for it. When you threatened the owner of the land, they laughed at you, and what happened then?” I raised a brow, glaring at the man as sweat began to drip along his temple.
“I’ll tell you. You killed him. You killed Harrold C. Tolland. Funny… isn’t that your name?”
“Fuck you and—”
“Ferdinand was the man you paid for Mr. Holland’s identity.” I tapped the screen of my phone. “And he told me all about it. He also revealed who you really are. Vito Nucci. A known snitch. The Esposito family would pay good money to know your whereabouts.”
Vito narrowed his eyes and his round cheeks trembled with anger, but he was powerless. He knew if he didn’t hand over the deed to the land to me for my client, he was a dead man.
“You’re a piece of shit, Zaire Vicario.”
I smirked again and slipped my phone back into my pocket. “You could have actually earned money off this land, but you went and made it ugly.” I lifted a shoulder before shooting him a grin. “Don’t worry, Vito. Give me that deed, and I promise”— I placed my elbows on the table and stared him right in the eyes—“ your secrets are safe with me.”
An hour later, I was handing my client the deed to the Tolland land and smiling as the large transaction showed up in my account. It was a good day.
That night, dressed in my black Tom Ford cooper hopsack suit with a black turtleneck underneath and my leather oxfords, I made my way to The Menagerie Hotel for an evening at The Anonymous. Since receiving my invite from there a year ago, I’d indulged several times.
The Anonymous was a club for the unsavory.… I supposed that would be the appropriate word. It was secure in that it didn’t allow weapons or violence. To break the rules was to forfeit your life, something I was sure had been carried out at some point.
My Ferrari 296 GTB was my baby. Deep silver with sleek designs, it never failed to turn heads. I loved the wide-eyed smiles valets got as soon as I handed them the keys to park it.
“Take care of her,” I warned the driver as I watched him drive away with her.
Ahh, The Menagerie, the most elegant and glamorous hotel in Old Defiance. Even the air surrounding the establishment was rich.
Built in the 1800s, it was ten floors of pure luxury— twelve, if you counted the two below the lobby that The Anonymous occupied.
The doors were held open for me and I entered the hotel, immediately grinning at the opulent foyer. I’d traveled the world, and no place I’d ever stayed was as stunning as The Menagerie.
I was an educated man, but when it came to architecture and design, I wasn’t fluent in description. My favorite part was the stained-glass windows in the ceiling. They mesmerized me with their subtle colors and grand composition.
“Good evening, sir.”
I snapped my head straight ahead and came face-to-face with the concierge. In the times I’d been here, I’d been greeted by this man twice. He likely knew who I was but wasn’t taking any chances.
“Evening.”
“How may I help you this evening?”
“Code seven-two-two-four.”
With a nod, he led me toward the private elevator which would take me down to the club.
As soon as the doors opened and I stepped out, I felt more relaxed. This place was a godsend.
I wanted a drink, but I was thinking of going to see what live performer there was and imbibe there. As I walked across the floor, I saw Dio Capelli lounging in a booth, his men surrounding him.
I’d never been hired by the man but was very aware of who he was, and judging by his curt nod in my direction, he was familiar with me as well.
The club was busy, but because it was so large and had two floors, it wasn’t obnoxious. I was glad no one stopped to talk to me. It wasn’t that I had no desire to speak to people— I was eager for a drink, a table, and some delicious music.
Upon leaving the bar area, I turned right and headed toward the entertainment room. The space was intimate: a small bar, a crescent-shaped stage, and several tables were scattered around the floor.
The woman on stage had a velvety soft voice and was brilliant as she sang the cover for Etta James’s “I’d Rather Go Blind.”
Once seated, a server came over. “Good evening, sir. Can I get you a drink?”
I smiled at the slight man. He was adorable with a button nose, curly blond hair, and a delectable, lithe frame. Jimmy was his name; I remembered spending a debauched night with him a few weeks ago.
“Peat Monster, please.”
His professionalism was commendable. Aside from the modest blush over his creamy white cheeks, he didn’t leer or flirt. It had been a one-night thing— an amazing night where I’d explored every inch of his skin, loving how his pale flesh had entwined with my russet tone.… Damn. I was getting hard. Maybe a repeat sometime, but long-term wasn’t my way. Relationships weren’t something I could afford in my line of work, so I scratched my itch whenever I could.
The singer took a break after three songs, and I was on my second drink. I enjoyed its smoky flavor and how I was finally feeling the stresses of the day wash away, when someone caught my eye.
They stood off to the side, stiff, eyes darting this way and that. His hands were at his sides, but the pointer on his right hand was tapping against his pants. In everyday life, seeing someone so nervous wouldn’t warrant my attention, but at The Anonymous it made no sense.
This was a place where those who spent a good portion of their lives looking over their shoulder could breathe, be themselves, and decompress. Whoever this was didn’t belong at all. A man with secrets. I smiled at the thought. My specialty.
Love for the Reaper by Charlie Cochet
Logically, this was not a sound decision, but Remy was short on options right now. Running for the car, he grabbed the handle of the backseat and said a little thank you when it opened. He jumped inside, slammed the door shut, and locked it.
“Go!”
The driver slowly panned to stare at him. “Does this look like a fucking taxi to you?”
“Please, you need to go! Now!” Remy carefully craned his neck around the front passenger side seat to peek out the front windshield.
“Get out of my car,” the guy growled.
“You don’t understand; I just saw my boss kill someone and—”
“Congratulations. It’s a day that ends in ‘y’. Get. Out. Of. My. Fucking. Car.”
Was he serious? Did he not see the distress Remy was in? It’s not like he was asking for a free ride. He was asking for help not dying! “I need help.”
The guy paused for a second as if he was thinking about it. Then he shook his head. “Not my problem. Get out. Don’t make me—”
A shot pinged against the wall somewhere to the left of the car, and with a loud curse, the guy put the car in Reverse and hit the accelerator, the screeching of wheels was followed by the vehicle lurching backward and reversing out of the alley at full speed.
“Son of a bitch. Did that asshole just shoot at my car?”
“That’s what you’re concerned about?” Remy asked incredulously.
The car reached the street, skidding to a halt only long enough for the man to put her in Drive and shoot forward. Thank goodness he seemed to be a really good driver.
They sped through the city streets, a sharp turn throwing Remy across the backseat and slamming into the door.
“Seatbelt!” The driver snarled. “Put on your fucking seatbelt!”
Remy scrambled back and quickly fastened his seatbelt, just in time. The car made another sharp turn, bystanders diving out of the way as they sped down a side street.
The sound of rapid gunfire filled the air, and Remy threw his hands over his head. “They’re firing at us with a machine gun!”
“No shit! Keep your head down. If they shoot out my windows, I’ll kick your ass!”
Remy supposed an ass-kicking was a better alternative to being dead. How the hell had this happened? Why was this happening? All he wanted was a quiet life, a fresh start, yet somehow he’d walked into…who the hell knew what?
Now his boss wanted him dead. He obviously couldn’t go home, and the only chance he had was the grumpy stranger driving the getaway car. Remy knew the man hadn’t been in that alley for any good reason. For all he knew, this guy would try to kill him too.
“Please don’t kill me,” Remy blurted.
“What? Are you serious right now? Someone’s shooting at you, you jump into my car, and you think I’m the dangerous one here?”
He had a point. The car’s engine roared. As they took an on-ramp to the highway, Remy had to ask. “Who are you?”
“I’m a Ferryman.”
Remy shook his head. “I don’t know what that is.”
“A Ferryman. Like in Greek mythology. The guy who transports the dead.”
Oh. Fuck.
Well, that couldn’t be good.
The Elite is multi-author series.
Each book can be read as a standalone and in any order.
What links these books together is The Anonymous,
a club beneath the gritty city where only the elite are welcome.
Saturday Series Spotlight
Alice Winters started writing stories as soon as she was old enough to turn her ideas into written words. She loves writing a variety of things from romance and comedy to action. She also enjoys reading, horseback riding, and spending time with her pets.
Davidson King, always had a hope that someday her daydreams would become real-life stories. As a child, you would often find her in her own world, thinking up the most insane situations. It may have taken her awhile, but she made her dream come true with her first published work, Snow Falling.
She managed to wrangle herself a husband who matched her crazy and they hatched three wonderful children.
If you were to ask her what gave her the courage to finally publish, she’d tell you it was her amazing family and friends. Support is vital in all things and when you’re afraid of your dreams, it will be your cheering section that will lift you up.
Charlie Cochet is the international bestselling author of the THIRDS series. Born in Cuba and raised in the US, Charlie enjoys the best of both worlds, from her daily Cuban latte to her passion for classic rock.
Currently residing in Central Florida, Charlie is at the beck and call of a rascally Doxiepoo bent on world domination. When she isn’t writing, she can usually be found devouring a book, releasing her creativity through art, or binge watching a new TV series. She runs on coffee, thrives on music, and loves to hear from readers.
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