Speak and Obey (Virtuous Sinners) Read Online Ki Brightly, M.D. Gregory

Categories Genre: M-M Romance, Romance Tags Authors: ,
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Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 84545 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 423(@200wpm)___ 338(@250wpm)___ 282(@300wpm)
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The Wandering Serial Killer
Aramis “Ari” Radford knew he was different. He was treated as an outsider with no purpose to serve except as a prop for his parents’ social image. One day he snaps and takes his life into his own hands. All he needs to do to make the world a better place is destroy true evil—the people who hurt others. So, he begins to travel the country and murder men he has decided deserve death. Aimless and with no guidance, Ari meets Officer Jules Rogers and everything changes.

The Pro Psychopath
Officer Jules Rogers does his best to fit in and tries to copy the average people he meets in his day-to-day life. He hides his differences behind a boring routine that is shattered in one instant thanks to a corpse and a young man who visibly enjoys a crime scene too much. His curiosity about Ari could get him into the kind of trouble he has endlessly worked to avoid, but he can’t bring himself to stay away from someone who shares all his idiosyncrasies.

Two Dangerous Men – One Life
Jules loves giving orders, and Ari needs someone to curb the chaos in his life. Armed with a list of people who need to be stopped, Jules decides to use Ari to deliver swift justice. Their obsession with risk and death brings them closer, and they learn what it’s like to love in their own special way. But will they take things too far and get caught?

Virtuous Sinners is a collection of gay romance stories that center on killers who are guided by a virtuous code. These dark novels are connected only by theme and can be read standalone.

The killer’s virtue in Speak and Obey is obedience.

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OFFICER JULES ROGERS

I stared up at the open door of the glossy red semitruck. Gold trim swirled around the outer edge of the door and reminded me of the rig my father drove in the ’80s. I used to get so excited when he came home from a week on the road. In the distance, on the highway that led into New Gothenburg, a truck driver pulled his horn, and I imagined some kid in a car was cheering.

Jayce Paxton, my partner, let out a long breath. I’d noticed he did that anytime he thought we were about to see a dead body. He took off his navy blue uniform hat and ran a hand through his short blond hair while his muscled shoulders rose and fell. I understood death had a strong effect on him, and I reached over to pat his back in what I hoped was a comforting way. “I’ll go in first.”

“It’s okay, I’m fine,” he said, and I hummed, not quite believing him. His British accent made his words crisp and serious, and I’d always enjoyed listening to him speak.

“How did they find out he was dead? I assume our vic is a man. Not many women do the overnight jobs.”

Paxton glanced in my direction, blue eyes lit with curiosity. He studied the truck again and planted a hand on his hip. “The door was open, first off, which apparently none of these truckers ever let happen. Too worried about being robbed. The lot attendant came over to investigate after daybreak because most of the other trucks and RVs had moved along, and when he didn’t get an answer to his knocking on the side of the truck, he was worried maybe an older bloke had died of a heart attack, so he went in. It’s happened here before.” Paxton shook his head.

“Okay.” I had enough of waiting and stepped up into the vehicle. The smell wasn’t too bad yet—it was warm out already, since it was June, but not truly hot. The perfume on the air was more Slaughterhouse No. 5 and less Roadkill for Men. “Why did we pull this?” I glanced out the pristine windshield at the view of the highway. The lack of bugs and dirt made me think the guy in back probably owned this rig. The cab was spotless, and all his trash had been wrangled into one small bag. Dad’s truck had been company owned and it had been his personal pigsty. “Shouldn’t the highway patrol have caught the call?”

“They’re all tied up with a nasty pileup.” Paxton used his hat to fan his face for a moment before settling it back on his head. “Several vehicles caught fire. It’s a bloody mess.”

“Not as bloody as this.”

He snorted and flashed me a grin. “Monahan thought it was a good idea for us to snatch this case because it would make for good news. Also, between you and me, she likes to piss on the shoes of the highway patrolmen.” Paxton chuckled. “Sorry this was the first thing you got coming on shift today. I was closest when dispatch told someone to get their arse out here.”


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