Length: 90,000
Series: South Shore Serpents #1
Prior Reading: Prior reading NOT required
Genre: Dark, Sports, New Adult/College, Contemporary, Polyamory
Tropes:
– MMM
– Hockey Romance
– Enemies to Lovers
– Best Friends to Lovers
– Masked men
– Bi Awakening
– Pining
– touch him and die
– found family
Trigger/Content Warnings: Explicit sex scenes, dubcon, history of child abuse, history of abduction, murder, attempted murder, violence, mention of child murder, ptsd, severe injury, stalking, dog napping (but funny)
Designer: Sandra Maldo
I was never anyone’s first choice. Until two monsters made me their only one.
One bad decision leads me into the woods and straight into the hands of two masked strangers who chase me through the dark, pin me down, and leave me questioning everything I thought I knew about myself.
Then I learn who they are.
Serpents.
And not just any Serpents, but six-foot-ten Hunter Kincaid and his other half, six-foot-eight Atlas Trembley.
Atlas gets under my skin like a splinter. He fights me, steals from me, and doesn’t care that I want to kill him. He’s counting on it.
Hunter doesn’t speak. He takes. He decides. And he’s decided on me.
They even call me Little Titan like I belong to them.
The worst part?
I want to belong to the two hockey players who fight over marshmallows and look at me like I’m the best thing that’s ever happened to them.
But Hunter’s past isn’t done with him. And when it threatens to tear us apart, I learn exactly what kind of monsters my Serpents are.
My boots don’t make noise as they strike the ground. They never do. Not here, not in Ironwood, not in any stretch of woods I’ve moved through since I was old enough to understand why it mattered.Silence keeps you safe. Keeps you hidden.Tonight, it keeps me behind Jenkins.“Can’t believe Cap was just going at it like that. Even looked right at Jenkins and fucked that girl harder.”“Atlas.”“I’m just saying, that was brutal to walk in on. But kinda wished we hung back. Would’ve loved to see what Jenkins was going to do. He definitely looked ready to charge Cap.”The ground slopes, and Jenkins slides on the grade, but he keeps driving forward.Twenty feet.Jenkins was never going to outrun us.“Go wide. Push him toward the creek bed.”Atlas barrels right, crashing through the brush, making enough noise for three people. “Bet he’s shitting himself.”I grunt.“You know he’s running straight toward the shit ground, right?” Atlas calls from somewhere to my right. “This is almost too easy. I’m kind of offended.”Jesus, fuck.“Atlas, shut up.”Jenkins vaults a root system. His right hand catches wrong on a branch and his stride stutters. He’s fighting the trees instead of reading them. Every branch he shoves through slows him down.“This is almost sad.” Atlas dodges a branch. “Like chasing a golden retriever that got off its leash.”In front of me, Jenkins trips, his hood falling back. I’m on him before he finds his balance. I yank the hood sideways, swinging him back down.His body hits the ground hard, but he twists fast and drives his fist into the inside of my leg near the knee.Pain shoots up my leg, knee buckling. “Fuck.”He slips out of the hoodie and gets loose. For two seconds. Then Atlas runs past me.Jenkins grabs a nearby branch and swings, cracking Atlas across the head. “Get fucked.”Atlas catches the branch mid-arc on the second swing, wrenches it free, then whips it into the dark. “You little fucking shit.”They collide. Fists, elbows, grappling. My best friend loves fighting Jenkins on the ice. They both push each other’s buttons. Also, the little Titan doesn’t back down.Ever.He keeps getting back up. Just like he is now.
EV Olsen is an MM romance author who loves to write about Over The Top alpha males who are possessive and completely obsessed with their person or mate. Nothing will get in their way from claiming what’s theirs. EV enjoys writing angsty or darkish type romances whether set in contemporary, PNR, or even post-apocalyptic worlds.
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