This bundle contains the complete Necessary Evils series on audio, including the novella, Damaged. Unhinged • Psycho • Moonstruck • Damaged • Headcase • Mad Man • Lunatic • Maniac This offer is NOT available anywhere else. Dexter meets The Umbrella Academy in this gay romance series filled with dark desires, deadly justice, and twisted love in a dangerous world. WHAT READERS HAVE SAID ★★★★★ Let me tell you a secret: I am in love with a psychopath and not just one but eight of them because let's be honest, I'm not so sure if Thomas isn't partly there too. ★★★★★ Have you ever felt like an author looked into some of the... ah... darker corners of your mind and went, "oh, that's the book she wants?" Then they wrote it? I don't think I had until 'Unhinged: Necessary Evils' by Onley James. ★★★★★ A strong fictional tradition exists of rich men "collecting" people to serve their particular purposes. James twists this trope to showcase her specific talents as a writer by creating a family of adopted psycho/sociopaths trained by their father to serve a purpose in society-a necessary evil. Oh, and it's also super gay, super sexy and in turn, tragic and hysterical. EXCERPT “Okay, you got me. Now what?” Adam asked. “Put your hood down,” the boy demanded, gun twitching in his hand as he spoke. Adam frowned at the odd request. “Why?” The kid seemed to hesitate, like he hadn’t expected Adam to argue with him. He thought the gun gave him an advantage. It probably did for most. But not to Adam. He shook the gun. “Don’t ask questions. Just do it.” Adam took a single step forward, watching with interest as the boy took a step back. “No.” His eyes bulged. He looked near tears. “No? I’ll shoot you in the face.” Lie. “Then do it.” Adam watched as the boy’s finger twitched on the trigger. Oh, he wanted to do it. He wanted Adam dead. Interesting. Maybe this was all a misunderstanding. There was no shortage of criminals in this area. Plenty of people to hold a grudge. “I know who you are,” the boy said, confidence edging into his voice. Adam couldn’t help but chuckle. “Oh, yeah? Who do you think I am?” The boy’s eyes narrowed, a pained smile forming on his face. He was sweating despite the cold, but Adam no longer thought he was a drug addict. The boy was terrified, but his eyes were clear, his skin flawless. This boy wasn’t a junkie. “Adam. Mulvaney.” He enunciated each syllable, like saying it out loud might invoke some sort of supernatural wrath. His name on the boy’s lips wiped the smirk off his face. If he didn’t need to hide his identity, then he might as well show his face. Might as well give the boy the appearance of control. He pushed the hood off his face. “And who are you?” There was no hesitation. “Noah.” Adam mouthed the boy’s name. He hadn’t expected him to answer him. People who intended to let their victims live didn’t give their names. That didn’t bode well for poor Noah, who looked like life had already run him over more than once. “Okay. What is it you want, Noah? Cash? Drugs? I have a hundred bucks on me, but if you take my debit card, you can access a lot more. I’ll even give you my pin.” The boy’s face twisted with a fury that almost looked comical on his innocent freckled little face. Almost. “It’s just that easy for you, huh? Just throw money at it. How do you do it?”
