(Raven’s Vale Psychos)
Contemporary Dark Romance
Date Published: June 28, 2024
I’m a monster.
The Boogeyman.
The thing you fear in the dark.
I’ve killed countless men and women, and I have no plans to
stop.
They locked me up. Called me insane.
Until I escaped.
Raven’s Vale is mine. Well, partially mine.
Crash and Kane help me rule over this small town.
I’ve never wanted anything other than watching the life fade from
someone’s eyes after I’ve taken my knives to them.
Until Hollis.
She makes me question whether there’s still a heart beating in my
chest.
For some reason, I want her… and I don’t want to kill
her.
I want her under me. Submitting to my every whim.
But I crave her fear too.
She’s my obsession…
And I’ll stop at nothing to make her mine.
WARNING: If you have triggers, please proceed with caution. This is not a
sweet romance. The Raven’s Vale Psychos series contains very dark content,
including a true anti-hero. For everyone who enjoys twisted tales, morally
gray to totally depravedcharacters, and lots of adult action in your books
— this one is for you!
There’s no cheating. No cliffhanger. And a rather twisted version of
happily-ever-after.
EXCERPT
Riot
Smoke filled the room as both Crash and Kane smoked like fucking chimneys.
The shit bothered me, and they both damn well knew it. Not that either of
them gave two fucks. They’d settled in for a game of cards, but the
darkness outside called to me. My skin itched and my fingers twitched. How
long had it been since I’d last killed?
Too long.
“What the fuck crawled up your ass?” Crash asked.
“Isn’t it almost your night? You should be pretty damn
stoked.”
“Not soon enough,” I muttered. “Besides, being offered a
lamb to slaughter isn’t as much fun as hunting one.”
Kane nodded. “I get it. They reek of fear either way, but it’s
always sweeter when they aren’t expecting it.”
“There’s something seriously wrong with you two,” Crash
said. “I don’t understand your fascination with getting all
bloody. My way is much better. Nice and neat.”
Kane snorted. “They still end up dead, don’t they? Don’t
pretend you’re any better than us.”
Crash shrugged. It was an old argument. The three of us had stumbled across
this town when Crash and I had barely been considered adults. Kane was a bit
older than the two of us. Freshly escaped from an institute for the
criminally insane, we’d needed a place to hide. Raven’s Vale
boasted a population of no more than five thousand. Cut off from the larger
towns and cities, it had been the best place for us to lie low.
If it hadn’t been for the fire we’d set, or the fact we’d
managed to keep them guessing over how many bodies had burned to death, the
law would most likely have been searching for us all these years. Instead,
they believed we were dead. Anywhere else, we’d need things like
driver’s licenses, birth certificates, or something to prove who we
were. Not in Raven’s Vale.
Then our cravings had kicked in. We hadn’t been able to help
ourselves. Not long after we started slaughtering anyone who crossed our
path, we found ourselves face-to-face with the mayor and sheriff. It had
been easy enough to convince them to bow to us. After the mayor received a
few pieces of his daughter, and the sheriff realized we had his two girls as
well, the tides had quickly turned in our favor. We’d released them
back to their families once we knew the mayor and sheriff would toe the
line. They both knew we could snatch them again at a moment’s
notice.
Now we ruled Raven’s Vale. No matter how many we killed, no one was
coming for us. None of them dared. And as far as the outside world went,
none of them knew we existed. We didn’t leave a paper trail.
“Get the hell out of here,” Kane said. “You know you
can’t wait.”
I flashed him a smile and flipped off Crash before I grabbed my knives and
headed out. Eyeing my motorcycle, I bypassed it and decided I’d track
down prey on foot tonight. The bike was fun to ride but noisy as fuck.
Everyone would know I was coming long before I got there.
Although, sometimes it was fun to chase the rats when they started to
scurry. Tonight wasn’t one of those nights, though. Right now, I
wanted to instill fear before they even realized who was stalking them in
the shadows.
Most people feared the night and stayed indoors as much as possible. No one
knew when one of us might strike.
Movement caught my eye, and I crept closer, clinging to the shadows. A
young woman hurried down the sidewalk, her head bowed and shoulders hunched.
If she was trying to make herself invisible, she’d failed miserably. I
kept pace with her but remained out of sight. Something about her seemed
different from the others in this place.
There was no way she didn’t sense my presence. At some point, even
the most dense individuals would realize a monster was stalking them. If she
did, the woman never let on. She continued to wherever she was going.
For once, I didn’t experience the urge to snuff out her life.
Instead, I wondered what made her entirely oblivious. Was it a self-defense
mechanism? She disappeared into an apartment building, and I figured that
meant she was home for the night.
Going back the way I’d come, I walked the streets, hoping to find
interesting prey. Two punks were doing their best to break into a car. The
fact they didn’t have permission to do this sort of shit in my town
pissed me off. Rushing toward them, I ended one of their lives quickly with
a slice across his neck. The other dropped his tools and backed up several
steps.
“Holy shit!” He stared at his friend with wide eyes.
“What the fuck?”
“That’s what I’d like to ask.” I prowled closer.
“Who gave you permission to break into cars in this town?”
“Huh? What are you…” He paled. “Shit. Fuck!
You’re one of them, aren’t you? One of the Raven’s Vale
Psychos.”
I grinned. “Is that what everyone calls us?”
He tried backing up again and tripped over his own feet. The moment he
landed on his ass, he pissed himself. Crouching in front of him, I held the
knife where he could see his friend’s blood coating my blade.
“Don’t kill me,” he pleaded. “This was all
Rob’s idea. I didn’t want to do it.”
“Uh-huh. Sure.” Before he had a chance to move, I stabbed his
thigh with my knife. The little pissant screamed and I stabbed the other
leg.
He crab-walked backward, trying to get away. No point. He couldn’t
exactly run. Even if he did, I’d find him. Standing, I reached down
and grabbed his collar, then dragged him along behind me. Down a dark alley,
across another street, and into yet another alley. Dropping him by a
dumpster, I took my time, sliding my knife into his belly, his legs, slashed
his arms.
I could see the light fading from his eyes, and I sat to watch, taking it
all in until he’d taken his last breath.
It didn’t leave me feeling as satisfied as I’d hoped. Deciding
there wouldn’t be any others, I went back to the apartment building
and watched the windows, hoping to spot the woman from earlier. I found her
on the third floor, staring out into the night. She’d changed her
clothes, and her nightgown molded to her curves. Even from here, I could see
the peaks of her nipples through the material.
My cock hardened and I wanted to feel her under me. Chained to my bed,
begging for mercy. The thought of her crying, hearing her pleas for me to
set her free, was enough to make me smile.
I didn’t know who she was, but I wanted to find out.
She was the first in over a decade to make me want something other than
death.
About the Author
Harley Wylde is an accomplished author known for her captivating MC
Romances. With an unwavering commitment to sensual storytelling, Wylde
immerses her readers in an exciting world of fierce men and irresistible
women. Her works exude passion, danger, and gritty realism, while still
managing to end on a satisfying note each time.
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