Frustration and arousal are rolling at a low level simmer in my brain and my body. I wake no less irritated than when I went to sleep. It is not for the faint of heart and contains graphic scenes intended for an adult audience. HANDLED is a dark gay romance with themes of justice, retribution, and unsuitable love. I expected to feel a lot of things – fear, disgust, guilt.Īnd I didn’t expect my contracted killer to look quite so pretty with blood on his hands. I knew it would be hard, the first time, to watch the eye for an eye moment. I trained for six years to do my duty, to manage my contracted killer, and to watch justice be done. One to Handle the problem, one to Witness it. We’re not giving them a stage to strut on. We’re not making celebrities out of monsters. Serial killers think if it all goes south and they finally get caught that their swan song is a day in court, making the families relive the agony while they get off on that delicious pain, all over again.

It’s also a happy for now not a happy ever afterĪs there are two further books in the series.īuy Links – Available on Kindle Unlimited Trigger warning: violence, mentions of suicide, and torture. Two very different men, two very different reasons to be where they are, but The Outreach will bring them together and help them see themselves and each other.Themes: justice, retribution, and unsuitable love I might be too old and too damaged to ever truly experience my desires, but I want to know, just for myself, just for the record, which way I am tilted. I don’t know if this Outreach thing can help me, but with their science and their skills they can tell me the kind of man I could have been, the kind of love I could have had, and there is some comfort in that. There is this need inside me that I never explored and then the trauma denied me the freedom to even consider it. It’s easy to blame it on my service, to be that PTSD veteran, but it’s more than that. I’ve not been doing great for a long time. I’m revising this story, and I’m going to learn everything The Outreach has to offer. It’s making me feel all kinds of stupid about how I’ve played in the past, and all kinds of fascinated for how to scene in the future. It seems these guys actually know what they are talking about, and what they are saying is resonating inside me on a primal level. When my boss sent me on this assignment I thought I was writing a fluff piece, a sly little dig at the newest psychobabble trend to hitch itself to the “discover yourself” gravy train. Some see it as a green light for deviancy, for others it’s their last chance to understand why they want the things they want. It’s brand new and causing waves, politically and socially. This is The Outreach, where the kink curious can have their desires analysed, their cravings explained, and if they are lucky, find the right kind of someone to meet their needs.

Can You See Me? by Romilly King