Gordon Frost is a survivor. He survived a war that ravaged the nation, and he made it through the orphanages and crime-ridden slums that followed. With few prospects for the future, Gordon carved out a niche for himself in the expanding drug trade of Lexington, PA. It’s not pretty, but it’s his, and it beats what he was doing before. But a classic case of being in the wrong place at the wrong time results in a brush with death, going by the name of Adam. Afterward, the life that seemed good enough before, isn’t quite the same.
Adam Blake is an assassin on the brink of being terminated by the very organization that controls him. He completed his mission, but not without being seen. With his secrets in danger of being exposed by Gordon, Adam knows he should kill the smart-mouthed redhead, but finds himself intrigued by the troublesome civilian instead.
When Gordon’s knack for finding trouble combines with the dangerous consequences of Adam’s indecision, their worlds intertwine in an explosive way.
After Midnight: Excerpt
“You know what I love?”
“No, but I’m sure you’re dying to tell me.”
“Oh, ha, funny. Anyway, I love to drink champagne while taking a bath. I feel so decadent and it always puts me in a better mood. You should try it sometime. You’d be less tense.”
Adam sneered as the absurd conversation played out in his ear. Marquis Delahunt was a fucking moron.
“Sure, I’ll get right on that. You think the liquor store on Post is keeping the Dom Pérignon behind the paper bags of Wild Irish Rose? I bet the bums are dying to get at that shit. Popping the bubbly over their garbage can bonfires and whatnot.”
Adam’s mouth twitched up.
“Why are you such a sarcastic bitch all the time, Gordon?”
“I’m not. You’re just extra vapid right now. Like dark matter. A weird, empty, non-substance. . .”
Adam rolled over onto his back and placed a hand on his bare abdomen. He didn’t fight the smile that crept onto his face. Bugging Gordon’s phone had been a practical step in Adam’s new career as a stalker, but it had other perks. Amusement was the primary bonus.
“Like your head,” Marquis retorted.
“Worst comeback in the history of comebacks, baby.”
Adam could practically hear Marquis pouting. He rolled his eyes.
“Aw, I’m joking,” Gordon said, not sounding the least bit regretful. “I’m just in a bad mood. Everyone’s being a pain in the ass lately. I’m surprised you even called me. You were included on that list.”
“Moi? Why? I did nothing but be myself.”
Yes. That was the fucking problem.
“I guess. But my feelings get hurt easy. You know that.”
The sneer returned. Adam had a strong desire to backhand Gordon repeatedly until the fool saw the error of his ways, and realized that Marquis Delahunt was best placed at the bottom of a landfill somewhere. Adam had been keeping tabs on Gordon for almost three weeks and nearly every conversation he had with Marquis turned into an embarrassing display of easily manipulated retardation.
“Sounds like a personal problem,” Marquis replied. “But I have an easy fix.”
“Oh yeah? What’s that?”
The sound of Gordon’s animated voice dropping into that husky octave went straight to Adam’s dick.
Adam’s fingers curled into a loose fist.
“Or,” Marquis continued, his voice a purr. “We can do it online so you can see me.”
“No,” Gordon swallowed audibly. “Phone is fine.”
About the Author:
Santino Hassell is the co-author of the popular epic series In the Company of Shadows and the newly released solo project After Midnight. When not writing, he works in education, is a single dad to two amazing kids, and can be found either reading, playing video games, or complaining about the failure of New York’s public transportation system.
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