Buchanan Brothers- Special Edition -Sprayed Edges

Spice Level 5- Ritual Fire- High heat, higher stakes- frequent and explicit scenes woven into emotional arcs Plot and spice share the spot light.

Unhinged Cain

Kirby wished for a new life, but the Devil sent her Cain.

I knew what my calling in life was at a young age. I was the embodiment of death. The scent of blood and watching the life fade from something’s eyes was more delicious than any dessert. With my twin Abel by my side, we reveled in the pain of others and the knowledge that we were above it all. Not even the FBI could hunt us down.

The one thing I hadn’t accounted for was Kirby and the unusual spark of emotion she created. Being a psychopath, I knew my range of emotions had always been limited. Things like love, regret, and empathy eluded me. Yet I couldn’t stop stalking the woman that had piqued my interest.

But all decisions had consequences, and hunting Kirby wouldn’t just test my own rules. It would pull on the one bond I had, and Kirby was the hammer that might cause mine to splinter.

To the outside world, I had a life that most would say was privileged, but to me, it felt like the walls were caving in and trying to crush me with their rules of conformity. Little did I know that my life was about to change forever. One drive was all it took. One decision to turn down a wrong road, led to one heated glance that would catch the interest of the most notorious serial killer the FBI had ever chased.

Once I was in his grasp, my world turned on its axis, leaving me breathless and desiring things I could never have imagined. My mind became a war ground between my conscious and my growing passion for a man my heart should never want.

Would I be able to love him regardless of what he was, or would I end up on the wrong end of his blade?

Twisted Abel

Once upon a time, in a land far far away, there lived a young prince in search of a princess.... pfft, just kidding. This isn't that story.

I may be a prince but I sure as hell didn't need no princess. My brother fell down that hole, and look at him now. Tied down with a ball and chain. No thanks. I prefered to fly solo. There was no one but me and the blood and screams of my victims. I was a free agent.

I was also bored as fuck.

At least until I saw her. The beautiful blue and green eyed angel whose music sang to my soul. What I didn't expect was to be the hero in her story.

Well shit... maybe I did need a princess after all?


My mother used to tell me to close my eyes and the monster in my closet would disappear. Well I've had my eyes closed for awhile and the monster was still here. But the longer I sat in my cage watching Abel laugh at others pain and misery, the more I wondered if Hercules really was the hero?

What about the hydra? Did anyone think of his friends and family? Who stayed behind to console them? Did anyone bother to talk to him first? And could one monster save me from another?

Even the villian of the story needed love, right?

And they all lived happily ever after... probably.