R. E. Bond

C. A. Rene

he Reaper is hot on your tail,What have you done?You've made it onto her list,Who did you hurt?The hunt is just the beginning,How far can you run?Your soul is hers to reap,Where can you hide?Watch out for her scythe,Why do you cry?The life of a vigilante is meant to be a lonely one,Roaming darkened streets and collecting secrets.Until the four of them forced their way into mine,Stirring up feelings I didn't know I had.But if they try to fuck with my plans,My pretty knife will be through their throats and my bloody scythe on their foreheads.

A Reaped Novella

The Reaper Incarnate

She fled in the dead of night,Where will she run?No stone left unturned,Who will feel my wrath?A few steps behind her every move,How many more will suffer?Her punishment will be severe,When will she be aware?With each swing of her scythe,Why does it make me writhe?When Selene left us in pursuit of her sister, She had no idea what she let loose.Now I hunt her day and night,Collecting her secrets in plain sight.She doesn't have long until her time runs out,It's her fault the four of us have feelings we can't ignore.If she finds out we've fucked with her plans,We might just find ourselves dead with her scythe on our foreheads.

Reaped

Hunting the Reaper

The Reaper is out for blood,
How fast can you run?
You’ve taken something that isn’t yours,
When will you learn?
There’s nowhere you can hide,
What choice do you have?
She can smell your fear,
Who can help you now?
You can’t avoid the scythe,
Why do you even try?

Family is who you make it and I’ve discovered blood means nothing,
Not unless I’ve slipped my blade into flesh and drawn my scythe with it.
Just when things were starting to look up and all the pieces of my fucked up life were coming together,
I’m once again thrusted into a war and this time I’m taking no prisoners.
This is it, the final showdown,
My scythe is sharpened and my boys are by my side.
We might just find ourselves dead,
But not before I’ve drawn my scythe on every one of our enemies’ foreheads.

Claiming the Reaper

A. J. Macey

Loxley Savage

K. A. Knight

Lucy Smoke

Mallory Fox

Suki Williams

Romance After Dark brings you their Bi-Annual Anthology.A collection of all new deliciously dark storiesWritten by deviously dark authors.It's going to be dark.It's going to be bloody.Not for the faint of heart.You have been warned...Violent Tendencies is Romance After Dark's Spring 2021 Anthology's Bloody Anti-hero collection. Each novel will be a brand new standalone, dark romance, with no cliffhangers. Violent Tendencies is intended for mature readers, containing material that some may find triggering. Full list of triggers for the included stories can be found inside the book, however readers should proceed with caution as this anthology may contain material that people could find offensive. Available for a one month only. Join Romance After Dark at www.romanceafterdark.com and follow @talknerdypr on instagram for updates.

A Bloody Antihero Anthology

Violent Tendencies

TalkNerdy2Me

Whitsborough Chronicles

To Redemption

I heard he was crazy, that his feelings were all dead. I heard the bad things he did was because of the monster in his head. He likes to deal out pain, reveling in his victims' screams. He likes breaking hearts, ripping them apart at the seams. Everything became better, because he went away. But none of that mattered, since a part of him stayed. Now he's back, looking for what he left behind. They all whisper the same things, about his affliction of the mind. People say he's broken, this man Brody Landry. But I think he's beautiful, a perfect Prince for me

His Affliction: A Desecrated Conclusion

I'm different.There's a darkness that stirs restless in my soul.It craves blood and violence then feeds off of my anger and despair.I can control it... most of the time.I can starve it, but I cannot starve myself.Because it's not just the darkness that craves these things... I do, too.My mother grounded me and helped calm the storm, now she's dead and everything changed.My life is now lived through red hued glasses and anger simmers just under the surface.Until him...Now my dark soul craves his and I won't let anything come between us, even if I have to kill... with my bare hands.

Through the Pain

Song of Tenebrae

The Varga Princess. Daddy's little girl. Being the only daughter of a motorcycle club's president means I'm untouchable. Add an older brother to that equation, and now you've got an impenetrable vault. No one can get to me. The Varga name has given me armor along with an invincibility complex. Until it's all shattered. I'm faced with an impossible situation, and no matter how it ends, there will be casualties. I've been dodging threats my whole life, but what no one prepared me for was the threat of my own family. Betrayal burns deep when it comes from inside the safety of your own home. Too many lines have been crossed, and forgiveness isn't an option. It's an all-out war, and I'm on the front lines. I am the Dragon Slayer.

Dragon Slayer

TalkNerdy2me

Hail Mary Duet

Blue 42

Sacrificial Lambs

Sing Me A Song

Finding the Light

The Chronicles

Whitsborough

Whitsborough Progenies

Gabriel's Deception

A Verse for Caelum

Zander with his looks so fair, Darius ties his ropes with care, Santos has a psychotic flare, And Blaze holds a devilish glare. Selene holds all their hearts in her hands, Make one wrong move and your neck will be where her scythe lands. They are the Reaper Incarnate.

What happens when your only source of warmth and light leaves you?The dismal shadows once kept at bay, begin to seep back in and coat everything the light once touched. All feeling becomes saturated in their inky grasp and escape becomes impossible. She left me here in the dark, alone and awaiting the impending destruction.Who do you turn to when you feel all is lost?His presence isn't welcomed, and his anger scorches my insides, but at least he never leaves. Now that I'm truly alone, his claws sink deep and trying to flee would be futile. We are one, him and I. There's nothing I can do but watch the storm clouds roll in.How do I warn them if the warning is me?I can't control him once he has something in his sights, his determination knows no bounds, and his wrath is an addiction I know too well. There's no stopping the lightning if you don't hear the thunder.

Desecrated Duet

Desecrated Essence

Saxon's Distortion

C. A. Rene

About

Books

Join the club