In Peace Lies Havoc by Amo Jones
Midnight Mayhem, Book One (Standalone Series)
Coming November 5, 2019
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𝘔𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘒𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘯 𝘈𝘹𝘵𝘰𝘯.
I was captured by darkness.
𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴…
They groomed me for Midnight Mayhem. Like a trained possession, weak against their control.
𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘵 𝘺𝘦𝘵…
But Midnight Mayhem was the stained glass that concealed a very dark culture.
𝘈 𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧.
The Brothers of Kiznitch come in fours, and they’re not happy about me being hustled into their acts.
𝘖𝘳 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘦? 𝘊𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭, 𝘓𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘉𝘪𝘳𝘥. 𝘈 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯…
But there’s something uglier that has been haunting me for years upon years. So ugly that I have never seen it’s face. I never had to. I’d hear his whispers through my internal screams, feel his shadow brush against my nightmares. He was my the monster that tormented me.
𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘥…
When I started Midnight Mayhem, his presence faded.
His whispers were silenced.
His shadow dissolving without a trace.
I wondered why that was.
𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯‘𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨…
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“Little Bird…” Killian interrupts my panicking.
“Hmm?” I give him my full attention, mainly because I don’t want to risk looking at Kingston.
Killian’s eyes lock onto mine. Vivid blue swirls in a pool of opaque water, entrancing me to swim into the deep end. He quirks an eyebrow. “Come here.”
I start walking. I don’t know why I can’t stop. I’m directly in front of him, standing between his legs when I feel his palms touch the back of my thighs, his knees spreading wide.
“What are you doing?” I ask. My mouth is moving and words are coming out, but I don’t know where they’re coming from.
Killian smirks as his hands continue up the backs of my thighs. I clench them together to get him to stop touching me, but he chuckles. “Does Little Bird wanna play?”
No. No I don’t want to play. “Yes.”
Killian looks up at me from beneath his thick eyelashes. “Touch King.”
What. Why would I touch King? No. No. I side-step out of Killian’s legs and find myself right between Kings. My heart thunders in my chest as sweat trickles down the side of my temples. King is laid back farther into the seat. His ripped designer jeans hanging leisurely off his hips and his military boots tied loosely at his feet. He’s leaning to the side on his elbow, his T-shirt slightly up, displaying his V and Tommy Hilfiger briefs.
He places a cigarette between his lips and blazes the tip, his eyes squinting as he concentrates.
He brings them back to mine, blowing out a cloud of smoke. “Game on.”
©Amo Jones (In Peace Lies Havoc: Midnight Mayhem Book I)
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About Amo Jones
Amo Jones is a small country girl totally winging this author thing (she’s probably doing it all wrong). She likes cake, loves wine, and her religion is magic. She’s a profound work-a-holic, but when she’s not writing, you can find her chilling with her kids & partner at the nearest beach, with a cocktail in her hand.
New Zealand is not a state of Australia and rugby is the best sport ever played.
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