Wrong Side of the Tracks Series by K.A. Merikan

Wrong Side of the Tracks Series by K.A. Merikan – Read Books Online Free Ebooks good best novels to read http://www.books2020.com Sat, 30 Mar 2024 18:33:28 +0000 en-US hourly 1 https://wordpress.org/?v=6.9.4 http://www.books2020.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/favicon.png Wrong Side of the Tracks Series by K.A. Merikan – Read Books Online Free Ebooks good best novels to read http://www.books2020.com 32 32 Wanted (Wrong Side of the Tracks #5) Read Online K.A. Merikan http://www.books2020.com/wanted-wrong-side-of-the-tracks-5-read-online-k-a-merikan Sat, 30 Mar 2024 18:33:28 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/wanted-wrong-side-of-the-tracks-5-read-online-k-a-merikan Genre: Contemporary, M-M Romance Authors: K.A. Merikan Series: Wrong Side of the Tracks Series by K.A. Merikan
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Total pages in book: 145
Estimated words: 135792 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 679(@200wpm)___ 543(@250wpm)___ 453(@300wpm)

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“I’m pretty sure he likes d!ck. Now I just need to make him realize it.”

Liver. F*ckboy extraordinaire. Race car driver. Cocky. Horny. Would kill for his best friend.

Knox. Kickboxer with a chip on his shoulder and a heart condition. Crybaby. Would get rid of a body for his best friend.

Wanted for questioning in connection to a murder.

Possibly-maybe in love with each other and too dumb to see it.

Liv never meant to kill anyone. It was an accident. What was he supposed to do when his best friend’s life was at stake?

As much as Knox appreciates the whole saving his life thing, they’re now wanted by the cops, on the run, homeless, hungry, and miserable. At least they have each other.

They hope to find shelter in a vast junkyard, instead they witness a crime and are about to get dunked in acid.

But they’ve overheard that the owner of the place shelters gay guys.

So Liv does the most logical thing. He pretends to be Knox’s boyfriend to get their lives spared. Knox might not like it, but what choice do they have once they started lying?

Only that touching Knox starts an avalanche of new feelings and desires Liv never anticipated. His dick is on board even before his brain is.

Now, all he needs to do is convince Knox that there’s nothing wrong in exploring this new attraction. Sadly, Knox can be as stubborn as he is pretty, but Liv wasn’t called the trailer park prince for nothing.

He’ll do whatever it takes to make Knox see the light.

And by light, he means his dick.

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bi-awakening, gay-awakening, best friends to lovers, internalized homophobia, coming out, first times, fake dating, partners in crime, dark humor, jealousy, idiots to lovers, oblivious to love, fake relationship, found family, afraid to commit, illegal racing, poverty

Scorching hot, gritty M/M romance

~125,000 words (Standalone)

This story contains scenes of violence, offensive language and morally gray characters.

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Chapter 1

Liv

“So, you're telling me you're not having sex with me because you have to pick up my loser ex whose useless car is broken? I thought he was the one with the sex drive of a dried worm,” Amanda said, flapping her arms as if this could prevent her crash with reality.

Her voice drilled into Liv’s ear like a hungry cockroach, but after a week of dating, it’d become white noise. Ignoring her moaning, Liv checked all the kitchen cupboards, and then the little hanger with kitchen utensils, but the car keys remained lost while the wolf-shaped clock ticked away the seconds remaining until the end of Knox’s shift.

“There’s a cucumber in the fridge, if you’re so insatiable,” he mumbled, walking over to the sofa at one end of the trailer and pushing his fingers between the limp cushions. He needed to get going, because it was almost 2 a.m., and Knox would be losing his shit if his ride home failed to arrive on time.

Amanda clutched at her hair and let out a frustrated roar, as if she were forced to deal with someone’s unruly kid. “You’re such a shithead! I’d dump you if your dick wasn’t worth its weight in gold.”

When Liv ignored her, turning away, a pillow hit the back of his head and fell to the sticky floor he’d been meaning to wash since the party last Friday. He glared at her but she only gave him a self-satisfied smirk, as if making him acknowledge her presence was already a win. Liv took a deep breath and pushed down his anger, because this wasn’t the time to deal with Amanda’s bullshit. He could have sworn he’d left the keys on the windowsill, like always. Short hair tickled his palm as he rubbed his head in frustration.

“Are you sure you haven’t seen them? There’s a little hot rod keychain attached to them.” A gift from Knox for his twenty-first birthday two years back. The paint was scraped off in a few spots, but the little accessory remained one of his favorite possessions. Too bad he couldn’t call it with his phone to locate the damn keys!

Amanda, who at this point wore a tiny skirt and nothing else, rolled over on the sofa, briefly attracting Liv’s attention with her perky little breasts. “Why do you care anyway? If he really was your best friend, we would have never gotten together.”

A scowl twisted his lips, but she couldn’t see it anyway when he peeked under the paint-splattered table he and Knox used for DIY projects.

This attitude was exactly why he chose to fuck bro code and sleep with her in the first place. Knox had fallen for her pretty eyes (and lies) far too easily, and he didn’t deserve to have his heart stomped on by a woman who didn’t respect him or care about him.

Amanda had been shooting Liv flirty glances since the very start of that relationship, and since Knox was too stubborn to believe his best friend, the only way to get him out of that mess had been to force the truth in his face.

And… well, Liv had been fucking Amanda since, so now Knox hated them both. Maybe in time, he would understand that Liv did him a favor. For now though, Amanda’s pussy was enough of a distraction to ignore all her other qualities for a while longer. Tonight, though, she was really testing him.

“I’ll pick him up even if I have to walk there. So, I’m asking you again: have you seen the keys?”

“No. Why can’t he take an Uber or something? Is he that broke?” Amanda rolled her eyes and pulled on her nipple as if she thought she could seduce Liv into staying.

Fat chance.

Liv might have the sex drive of a feral dog, but he was also as loyal as one when it mattered, and his best friend came first… even though he had told Liv to go to Hell just last week. Fortunately, they shared one trailer and couldn’t part just like that, which offered enough of a cooldown period to mend Knox’s wounded pride. Or so Liv hoped.

They’d shared this place for the past four years, since their parents had gotten together, forming the most dysfunctional of couples. But Knox and Liv? They fit together like bacon and eggs. Brothers from other mothers and all that. Liv would always have Knox’s back, whether that entailed lying to the cops or fucking his girlfriend to shake him out of his pointless infatuation.

They would eventually move on from this.

“He’s not broke,” Liv lied, “But it’s a waste to pay so much money for a ride when I have a perfectly good car.”

“He’s not broke? When’s the last time you looked at his shelf in the fridge? That man’s idea of a meal is old pizza and half a jar of Nutella.” Amanda’s laugh was like a series from a shotgun. It sounded just like it had when she’d scolded Knox for having a messy haircut.

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Advertisement Grind (Wrong Side of the Tracks #4) Read Online K.A. Merikan http://www.books2020.com/grind-wrong-side-of-the-tracks-4-read-online-k-a-merikan Mon, 16 Oct 2023 19:44:51 +0000 https://www.booksnovels.com/grind-wrong-side-of-the-tracks-4-read-online-k-a-merikan Genre: Alpha Male, Bad Boy, Contemporary, Crime, Dark, M-M Romance Authors: K.A. Merikan Series: Wrong Side of the Tracks Series by K.A. Merikan
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Total pages in book: 137
Estimated words: 127213 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 636(@200wpm)___ 509(@250wpm)___ 424(@300wpm)

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“I won’t let anyone hurt him. Even if he can never be mine.”

Ezra. Escort. Cynical. Hunted by a killer. Needs a man capable of anything.
Frank. Client. Protective. Loyal. Wants to forget his violent past.

On his 40th birthday, Frank decides his chance for love has passed.

But when an old friend treats him to a night with a beautiful escort, Frank is not about to say no. In fact, Ezra proves to be so intoxicating, he doesn’t want to let go.

So he’ll pay. An easy solution to loneliness. No strings, no expectations, a clean transaction and a bit of extravagance in his otherwise frugal life.

That is, until one night Ezra arrives on his doorstep, desperate for protection from none other than Frank’s old buddy. A man as dangerous as Frank used to be.

Ezra has a very clear goal in life—make a load of money while he’s young and beautiful, then marry rich. His rules are just as simple: stay safe and don’t fall for clients.

Frank might be Ezra’s type: big, rough around the edges, and generous in bed, but Ezra is level-headed enough to know that a guy who works at a junkyard and doesn’t exactly own a yacht isn’t marriage material.

But Ezra is in danger, and he needs a man with massive fists, not deep pockets, so he will do everything in his power to secure Frank’s affection.

Only Frank never planned to get involved with his little treat. Because if Ezra knew his dark secrets, he’d be terrified of what kind of monster he’d let into his bed.

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POSSIBLE SPOILERS:

Tropes: size difference, age gap, escort, forced proximity, opposites attract, ice prince, gentle giant, sworn off relationships, dark secret, emotional scars, blue collar

Genre: Scorching hot M/M dark romance

Length: ~120,000 words (Standalone)

WARNING: This story contains scenes of violence, offensive language and morally ambiguous characters as well as the topics of domestic violence, eating disorders and fatphobia

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Chapter 1

Frank

In moments like this, Frank regretted he didn’t kill people anymore.

He had to take a deep breath as he stared down the cashier’s acne-ridden face. “For the last time, it says the coupon is valid until today.”

The huff in the line behind him only made him more agitated. He could take on any of these fuckers in a brawl. He was six-five and one punch from his massive fists could shatter a nose with ease, but that would get him thrown out of Costco without his birthday beer.

The teenager frowned at him from behind the register and blew a strand of unruly hair out of his face. “No, according to the terms and conditions, it needs to be used before this date. Which means it was valid until yesterday.” He then leaned forward and put his finger on a row of words in a cloud of black, barely-readable font on the coupon, as if he thought Frank was either blind or slow.

If Frank had lasers for eyes, he’d cut the kid in half and be done with it. “How is that in any way clear, if it says until.”

The man behind him huffed again. “Just pay the extra quarter, man. Jesus.”

Frank bared his teeth. “That’s not the point!” He did not want to pay extra when he had a coupon for this shit.

A middle-aged woman standing right behind his back tossed a bill right next to the cashier’s hand and spoke with a voice soaked in annoyance. “Here, now put it through at full price.”

Frank blinked and turned around to glare at her scrunched features. “I have money! This is about principles.”

“Well, my principle is to pick up my kid from school on time.”

Frank squinted at her in frustration, but the cashier butted in.

“Or would you like to leave it?”

All Frank wanted today was a nice beer for his birthday on top of all the other stuff he had to get for the small party he was throwing for friends in two days. He was turning forty today, but it was more convenient for everyone to come over on Saturday. So the beer was the one thing just for him. Why would he waste more money than he should when his coupon was valid? Furthermore, why should the greedy corporation get an extra quarter they didn’t deserve, even if it wasn’t him paying?

Until a few months ago, Frank would have sent his nephew, Dex to do shopping like this, but he’d moved out, leaving Frank alone with all the chores. Which was fine. Especially since Dex was wasteful and would have probably forgotten about the coupons altogether. But since Frank needed to get his own groceries now, he’d do things his way.

“Yes, I’d like to leave it,” he said in a stern voice.

The cashier rolled his eyes.

“All this wasted time for nothing,” the woman behind Frank’s back said loudly enough for him to hear.

A part of him wanted to glare at her, but what was the point? His mood had already been spoiled. Not that it mattered, if he wasn’t to see any of his friends later. Shane and Ros were away for a dog training event, and since the birthday party was postponed, Jag and Dane had the latter’s family over for the evening.

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Advertisement Dickhead (Wrong Side of the Tracks #3) Read Online K.A. Merikan http://www.books2020.com/dickhead-wrong-side-of-the-tracks-3-read-online-k-a-merikan Fri, 20 Jan 2023 22:15:15 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/dickhead-wrong-side-of-the-tracks-3-read-online-k-a-merikan Genre: Biker, Dark, M-M Romance, MC, Romance Authors: K.A. Merikan Series: Wrong Side of the Tracks Series by K.A. Merikan
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Total pages in book: 157
Estimated words: 145088 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 725(@200wpm)___ 580(@250wpm)___ 484(@300wpm)

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“He says I’m the dumbest hostage he’s ever had. But I’m also the hottest.”

Hammer. Enforcer for the Demon Brethren MC. Sociopath. Butcher. Weapon of choice: Sledgehammer

Dex. Shameless. Perpetually horny. No impulse control. Weapon of choice: Dumb jokes

From the moment Dex saw Hammer smash a man’s head open like it was a watermelon, he was obsessed. No, really, obsessed.

He is thrilled when life offers him the opportunity to introduce himself to the bloodthirsty biker god. So maybe it’s not so perfect that Hammer is his prisoner, but beggars can’t be choosers.

Standing guard at a secret junkyard prison is serious business, but Dex’s horny brain still gets the best of him. One thing leads to another and—oops—now he’s Hammer’s hostage, they’re going God knows where, and Dex lands in a cage next to a… tiger?

Oh well, he’s here for a good time, not a long time.

Hammer isn’t letting anyone jail him. Not even his club brothers. He’s not a traitor, and he will prove it if it kills him.

POSSIBLE SPOILERS:

Themes: bi-awakening, grumpy/sunshine, abduction, size difference, brat, first love, revenge, enemies to lovers, betrayal, coming out, forced proximity, partners in crime, biker gang, first gay relationship, antihero, opposites attract, dark humor

Genre: Scorching hot M/M dark romance

Length: ~135,000 words (Standalone)

WARNING: This story contains scenes of violence, abduction, gore, offensive language and morally ambiguous characters.
(Occasional attendance and participation at adult parties)

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Chapter 1 – Hammer

I shall have him under my boot. Blood will stain his pale beard red and slowly soak into the patch at the front of his leather vest. Our president. Crushed glass fills up his eyes, his lips are in shreds, all because he couldn’t fucking shut up.

Hammer flinched and scribbled a garbled line on the paper when their club president, Lion, tossed another glass at the wall. A prospect would take care of the clean-up later, but why make such a giant fuss over a slight delay? Did it really matter whether the cocaine reached their clubhouse a day later? It wasn’t like the Demon Brethren MC were scrambling for cash.

Exhaling, Hammer put the notebook and pen into the pocket of his jeans and fixed his gaze on the graffiti of a demonic entity riding a Harley, the emblem of the club.

Some of the other guys, seated by the coffee table below the mural, seemed to share his opinion on the matter and hid their grins behind bottles of beer. But when he raised his hand to acknowledge them, their faces fell, as if they were children spotted too close to the cookie jar.

No one wanted to be too close to the club’s executioner.

In moments like this, Hammer understood why in the olden days men who shared his profession wore hoods. They could melt into the crowd once their job was done. For him, that cat had been out of the bag for several years now. Not that he’d ever been good at making friends. Or making women stay at his side for longer than a couple of weeks. The property patch he’d offered to the first girlfriend he’d considered serious still bided its time in the bottom shelf of his nightstand, because his last woman didn’t want it either.

As Lion continued his rant with beer foam stuck to his bushy beard, Hammer glanced to his phone where his earlier text to Stefani was languishing unanswered, so he reread it to make sure he hadn’t unknowingly offended her with his apology. Last night had been a bit of a shitshow, but the last thing Hammer wanted was having to get the attention of another woman when he’d already put so much effort into developing an ongoing-but-casual thing with Stefani.

[I was thinking a lot about what happened, and I just wanted to say that I’m sorry. I may have been too rough, but you seemed to enjoy it, and you didn’t say anything until I arrived back at my house and read your message. Can we talk about it?]

Maybe he shouldn’t have suggested that she’d liked it? Too late now. He’d been left on ‘read’.

“Hammer. Are you listening?” Lion’s voice cut through the buzz in his head and made him look up at their club president’s flushed, round face.

Hammer cleared his throat. “I did, just got a message that I had to look at. Did anything change?”

The prolonged silence told him that he might have sounded annoyed.

Lion put his hands on the table and leaned forward. “Yes. Go get my brother.”

That made Hammer sit up straighter. He needed to go see Stefani, and didn’t want to end up as a glorified errand boy. “Just send a prospect if he’s not answering his phone.”

Lion’s nostrils flared, and if it wasn’t for the fact that he’d lost his mane of hair over the years and was now bald, he would have looked like an agitated king of the savannah.

“A prospect won’t rattle him, and I want him to shit his pants a little, so he doesn’t ignore my calls next time.”

That was fair. Nobody was as good at making grown men lose control of their bowels as Hammer. “Should I trash something at his place or just be my charming self?” he asked.

At least for that he got a hint of smile out of Lion. “Take the sledgehammer and give him something to fix. I will not be ignored.”

Hammer smirked. “All right. I’ll let you know,” he said and walked past his three other friends, who followed him with their gazes. Were they unsettled? Amused? Who the fuck knew when they only talked to him when not given another choice?

Not that it bothered him.

He picked up his red sledgehammer along with the leather harness he’d had custom-made for easy access and transportation. The clever contraption enabled him to grab his weapon of choice by reaching back and tugging on the handle, as if it were a massive sword. Most of the time, that very gesture struck such fear into people that things did not need to get any more unpleasant.

Most members weren’t in today, and only six bikes were parked alongside the facade of the building. His steel-gray cruiser stood in its usual place, under an oak tree, and while he appreciated the leaves keeping the vehicle in the shade, the fact that it was always separate from all of the other club members’ rides was a fitting metaphor for his situation.

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Advertisement Primal (Wrong Side of the Tracks #2) Read Online K.A. Merikan http://www.books2020.com/primal-wrong-side-of-the-tracks-2-read-online-k-a-merikan Tue, 15 Feb 2022 09:43:51 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/primal-wrong-side-of-the-tracks-2-read-online-k-a-merikan Genre: BDSM, Crime, Dark, Erotic, Kink, M-M Romance, Romance Authors: K.A. Merikan Series: Wrong Side of the Tracks Series by K.A. Merikan
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Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 91622 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 458(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)

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“What I find in my territory is mine to keep. Even if it’s a man.” Jag. Uninhibited. Possessive. Walks on the wild side. Dane. Gentle giant. Monster lover. Plays it safe. Dane always knew his illicit fantasies of rough sex and dangerous men would one day lead him down a path of no return, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t stay away. After being beaten half to death by his ex, he wakes up in a collar, chained to a wall by a wild man who claims Dane as his property. From the moment Jag lays his eyes on Dane, he knows he wants to keep him. Big, strong, with colorful ink all over, he is the most unique man Jag had ever seen. But Dane has to be tamed if he is to become Jag’s mate for life. All Jag needs to do is assure Dane that he will be protected and provided for, because the sparks are already flying. But Dane keeps nagging about irrelevant things like his family, responsibilities, and the Internet. No wonder Jag needs to keep him chained for longer than he expected. The only way out for Dane is to play the role of Jag’s obedient, loving ‘mate’, and bide his time until he can escape. But while Jag is absolutely batshit, and his junkyard den lifestyle is insanity, he also showers Dane with treats, worships the ground he walks on, and f*cks him like a monster, the way Dane always dreamed of in his most secret fantasies. POSSIBLE SPOILERS: Themes: primal play, modern day Tarzan, abduction, masculinity, fish out of water, opposites attract, deception, plus size hero Genre: Scorching hot M/M dark romance......Length: ~85,000 words (Standalone)......WARNING: This story contains scenes of violence, abduction, offensive language and morally ambiguous characters.
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Chapter 1 – Jag

So he looked presentable, whatever that meant, because vulnerable to attack would have been a much more accurate description. The T-shirt of soft cotton had nothing in terms of armor, and the denim fabric making up the pants his friends insisted he wore felt restrictive and wouldn’t allow the wide range of movement Jag was used to. The snow-white shoes Dex had lent him for the night had thick soles with barely any grip. If he needed to suddenly climb somewhere, he’d be fucked.

His friends were both successful at finding partners in their own way—especially Shane, whose sharp jaw, tattooed strong arms, and dark hair managed to attract a beautiful younger mate—but they were also entrenched in the comforts of modern life and didn’t understand that humans wouldn’t have survived so long if they hadn’t been ready for the unexpected.

So, despite Shane insisting Jag couldn’t have any weapons on him in town, Jag kept a little foldable knife in his pocket—just in case he needed to protect himself or show off his prowess at hunting to the man he was about to meet. What his friends didn’t know wouldn’t hurt them.

Dex sat alongside him in the backseat of Shane’s car, and while Jag found it frustrating that he needed help in finding an appropriate match, his hands were still getting clammy. After all, he might be meeting his future mate tonight—a lifelong partner to share his den with, to protect, to dote on, and… well, fuck.

Dex smiled, presenting the massive, sharp teeth tattooed on his throat like a warning to all those who got too close. “If he wants to take you to his place—”

Shane groaned from the front seat and combed his hair back. “Slow down.”

“I’m just saying he needs to be ready. The shirtless photos I took for his profile came out pretty hot if I do say so myself.” Dex winked at Jag, nudging him with his knee.

With his short mop of blond hair, big brown eyes and a healthy complexion adorned with freckles, Dex was an attractive young guy whose habit of walking around shirtless was a source of frequent delight to Jag, but he remained off-limits. Their leader, and the owner of the territory they all lived in, Frank, was Dex’s uncle and had forbidden Jag to claim his young nephew.

And while Dex was the kind of man who didn’t want to settle down anyway and was always mating with different people like some horny squirrel, the fact that Shane had recently started a family and had built a den for his man was a thorn stuck in Jag’s heart.

So he’d thrown his pride to the wind and asked for help.

He hadn’t expected Shane and Dex to make such a big fuss of the whole thing, but here he was—dressed in impractical attire and with his long brown hair tied back too tightly, all to attract a partner in this frustrating world of tall concrete buildings, unnatural smells, and vast numbers of people whose names he didn’t know.

He flinched when a massive vehicle approached from the other side of the road and shone its lights straight into his eyes, but Shane drove on as if nothing had happened. The closer they were to the city, the more unnerved Jag got. It wasn’t as though he feared the outside world, but the chaotic nature of it often gave him headaches. It was also useful to map out one’s surroundings well enough to know where to run if the need for a quick escape arose, and the few times he’d been forced to board a motor vehicle the world had rolled by too fast for him to make note of landmarks.

Back at the junkyard, he knew every path and turn, including secret passages and shortcuts, hiding places and hidden weapon stashes. But if someone chose to hunt him here, he’d only have his wits to fall back on. Which meant he needed to stay vigilant even in the company of friends.

“And did you write that I can provide for a man?” he asked Shane, grabbing the front seats and peeking between them, at the vehicles rushing down the broad stretch of road ahead like bulls of steel.

Jag had decided to entrust his personal advertisement to the man who’d secured a partner, not to Dex, who might be effective at finding dozens of lovers but hadn’t yet managed to keep one for longer than a week. Living like this, always on the hunt for men, sounded exhausting, and Jag had other things to worry about, like securing his shelter for the upcoming season or guarding their territory.

Shane opened his mouth, and his initial hesitation had Jag worried, but he eventually spoke. “Yeah, I only wrote about the good things. Chill, be nice, start off with a compliment and you’ll be fine.”

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Advertisement Scum (Wrong Side of the Tracks #1) Read Online K.A. Merikan http://www.books2020.com/scum-wrong-side-of-the-tracks-1-read-online-k-a-merikan Fri, 26 Nov 2021 04:59:08 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/scum-wrong-side-of-the-tracks-1-read-online-k-a-merikan Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Bad Boy, Dark, M-M Romance, Romance Authors: K.A. Merikan Series: Wrong Side of the Tracks Series by K.A. Merikan
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“10 years ago, he ruined my life. Now, I will ruin his son.” Shane. Ex-con. No-good bastard. Scum. Rosen. Trust fund boy. Virgin. Sucker. Shane is straight out of prison, and has one goal only—to wreck everything dear to the man who put him behind bars. And number one on that list is Rosen, Ed Beck’s son. Shane’s plan is to incriminate the boy, but when the dreamy blue eyes meet his, Shane can think of a hundred other ways to ruin Rosen right under his father’s nose. If Rosen’s dad is to pay for his art degree, Ros has to stay on the straight and narrow. Join a fraternity, avoid scandal, and keep his sexuality under wraps. Seems easy enough until he meets Shane, a bad boy from the wrong side of the tracks. All sanity goes out the window, and the slippery slope leads Rosen down a path of violence, blackmail, and passion too sizzling to be denied. Shane thinks he’s in control, that Rosen is just a means to an end, a tool to be manipulated. But as a love he’d never even dreamed of becomes real, he’s starting to realize he doesn’t have to be the ‘scum’ society’s been telling him he is. Shane now stands at a crossroads, between Rosen and revenge. POSSIBLE SPOILERS: Themes: blackmail, revenge, manipulation, ex-con, secrets, rich/poor, class differences, age gap... Genre: Scorching hot M/M dark romance.... Length: ~73,000 words (Standalone).... WARNING: This story contains scenes of violence, attempted SA, offensive language and morally ambiguous characters.
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Chapter 1 – Shane

Tonight, Shane would ruin two lives in one fell swoop, and he couldn’t wait.

When he rode his bike, all the injustices of the world hid in the shadows, but as he pulled onto the university campus and had to slow down, reality caught up with him, scented with damp leaves and beer.

It was Halloween, and he couldn’t have felt more excluded if he’d tried. Crowds of students drifting between party houses in ridiculous outfits reminded him of how different his life could have been had he been born into a wealthy family. Scoffing, he maneuvered around two girls in ‘sexy convict’ costumes featuring a ball and chain alongside a skimpy version of the orange overalls Shane had been wearing only last month. After seeing that, nothing would have surprised him anymore.

He continued down the main road through the grounds, passing cowboys, sexy nurses, Jokers (so many Jokers), sexy kittens, mafiosi, a sexy tequila bottle…

He shook his head, finally catching sight of the massive building ahead. The pale facade was being used as background for a projector casting images of flames and demons, and the lawn in front of it crawled with people.

One got used to squalor in prison, but the sheer volume of the music blasting from every direction and the uninhibited nature of the crowd ahead made Shane stall before he drove up to the curb in the not-so-quiet cul-de-sac.

If everything went according to plan, tonight would be child’s play. He’d found out that his buddies often supplied the local fraternity with fun pills for parties, and it so happened that Rosen Beck, the son of the man who’d put Shane in prison, was a member. Shane had no personal grudge against the boy, but didn’t give a flying fuck about him either, and had no qualms about making him a tool in his father’s downfall. Having one’s son in prison for drug possession and distribution served no one’s political career.

Ignoring two young men who’d dressed as policemen and were trying to ‘arrest’ a group of giggling girls nearby, Shane parked his bike close to a massive stage that would likely feature an unholy spectacle later. He texted the club president that he’d arrived with the treats.

Social skills worked differently in prison, but he was still charming as fuck and would get himself invited into the massive house with Greek letters above the arched entrance. He’d scout out Beck’s son and plant the drugs on him before calling the cops. Easy-peasy. As much as Shane hated the police, they’d be a useful tool tonight.

Shane barked out a laugh when the prez texted him back.

[I’ll send a guy. His name is Rosen. Don’t give the treats to anyone else]

Could executing his plan get any easier?

Shane relaxed, unfolding the kickstand before sliding off his silver Honda and resting his ass on the seat with eyes pinned to the frat house.

A better man would have left the kid out of this ugly business, but Shane had always been bad, and his conscience had no qualms about stepping over some rich boy who’d gotten his life handed to him on a platter and wouldn’t have looked at Shane twice if he didn’t need him to feed drug cravings.

A side door opened, and Shane cocked his head, unsure of what he was seeing. He’d expected a bulky frat boy dressed as a Spartan if he was hot, Joker if he considered himself edgy, or with glowing red horns if he was lazy. Tall, lean, with long dark hair reaching way below his shoulders in wavy cascades, the newcomer was… something else. His naked chest, framed by the folds of a cloak worthy of an elf from Lord of The Rings, shimmered with green and gold. Tight jeans clung to long legs, and he had a lightness to his step despite wearing heavy leather boots with cuffs. And as he approached Shane, the lights of the frat house created a halo around his fluffy locks.

But it was his face that drew Shane’s attention right after he got his fill of staring at the taut stomach glimmering in the lamplight. An elaborate mask covered everything above the guy’s nose, teasing Shane with eyes glinting from small openings. It had a short set of horns, cute floppy ears reminiscent of a doe’s, and covering most of it was a mix of what seemed like moss, tree bark, and feathers, all in dark green, brown, and specks of gold.

Shane was no expert in these things, but that mask wasn’t a gift shop throwaway.

The man extended a graceful hand from under the cloak, and the golden claws at the tips of ring-adorned fingers gave Shane pause. But this was no fairy tale creature. Just a man.

“Are you the guy? I’m Rosen,” he said, pulling Shane out of his stupor.

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