A Handsome Devil

They wanted justice.
They settled for revenge.

TRUMAN: Morphing from a mild-mannered, upstanding citizen into a community leader in social work, I founded the Establishment Club, a safe house for addicts looking to escape the life. When Alessio Medina orated from the roof, bellowing in opposition to The System, my sensible existence ended. Who could hold out against this hypnotic, black-haired composer with such a luscious ass?

ALESSIO: The bus from the halfway house puked us out, and I had no idea why I ran to the roof—my legs just took me. I made the speech of my life to the openmouthed crowd below. When the drugs took hold, Truman swept me up in his arms. My down-to-earth, sculpted savior spirited me away to his house . . . After I told him I’d certainly be arrested for murder.

TRUMAN: That seductive musician had been violated by authority figures he’d been told to trust. Alessio came to me in pain, his spirit crying out for justice. But he’d be okay with revenge, too.
We were the same in many ways.
Well, mostly in one way. We both wanted to wipe out the poisonous traitors who had damaged our souls.
Publisher’s Note: This book is not for the faint of heart. It contains scenes of graphic gay sex, illegal doings, themes of drug abuse, mutual masturbation. There is no cheating or cliffhangers, and there are HEAs for all.