Book: Scary
Series: Twirled World Ink #3
Self Published
Publication Date: January 17, 2017
Length: 198 pages
Reviewed by Meredith
Synopsis
Welcome to Twirled World Ink where the crazies run the asylum.
Gene
Sheridan earned the appropriate nickname when Legend Gib Phelps
employed him at Twirled World Ink—Scary. No one made it out of his old
neighborhood without scars both mental and physical. At one time, Scary
thought he had a chance—that is until his ex found
slumming with someone like him wasn’t worth his trust fund. No-strings
hookups became his go-to when he needed to relieve some tension.
Co-owning a bar called Brawlers with his best friend, Tank, made it easy
to find a body to use for the night. If not happy, he was content with
his life, but one man made content seem like a terrible thing.
Elijah
Vaughn worried about everything. His life was put on hold at eighteen
when his mostly-absent parents died on one of their many adventures,
leaving him to raise his six-year-old brother, Brody. He’d never had
anything or anyone that was just his. When Brody met a tattoo artist
named Trouble, Elijah hadn’t realized how much it would change his life.
He met a massive man named Scary and he was terrified how the man made
him feel.
Tank
Davis lost his voice the night he was attacked and had this throat slit
ear-to-ear. Silent and intimidating, he scared off more men than he
drew. Scary and he made a life for themselves in small town Georgia.
Most nights everyone could find him working security at the door. Scary
called in a favor and Tank met the one man he couldn’t resist, proper
and upstanding Elijah Vaughn.
Can one man accept there’s not one perfect man for him, but two damaged souls who need him to be whole?
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Review
Scary is book three in JM Dabney’s Twirled World Ink Series!
Scary can totally be read as a standalone but why would you do that? Seriously!
With each book my love for this series has only grown. I really feel the
connections, ongoing jokes and tidbits, and you appreciate these guys more invested
you become.
This fabulous book it’s called Scary… Because we are
dealing with that character. Here’s the thing; it’s also a ménage! I know I
know. I was like over the moon! I love ménages and where my hope was for Scary
to get with Elijah I had so much love for Tank! So when the three became a
thing… Yeah I needed to be resuscitated.
Now, the big question… Did it live up to ménage
standards? I’ve only said it a billion
times; ménage is one of those tropes I’m very critical with. Because I’ve read
exceptional and horrible threesomes I know what I love. I know what makes them
work perfectly. And Scary has fit the bill.
The psychological element is ALWAYS the most important for
me with threesomes. If I can’t click with that and understand the three, it
won’t work; regardless of how sexy they are. Tank intrigued me from the beginning.
I knew there was sexual tension with Scary and Elijah so I was desperate to
know more about how they all would click.
JM Dabney did not fail at all. She brought three brilliant
characters together and made their story worthy of being a top favorite ménage
for me. If you’re like me and though you
love the gorgeous physical element of it but long for the psychological, look no
further.
The Twirled World Ink Series is fast becoming a favorite series of
mine on top of all this amazingness! The characters are not models. They are
gruff, scarred, hairy criminals. They have hearts of gold and fists of iron.
They’ll break your heart one way or another and I adore that.
Make this series one you read!
Excerpt
Elijah
was too nice for his own good, which meant Scary and his Crew would
need to take care of shit. He followed behind Elijah’s sensible, beige
sedan. It was a car that screamed responsible.
The
ride didn’t take long. The fancy Country Club was just outside the town
limits. His boys were relaxing on their bikes, Tank in the lead. He’d
known the man his whole life. They’d escaped the dangerous streets and
neighborhoods where they grew up, but both hadn’t made it out without
countless scars.
The
most obvious was the thick line of scar tissue that went from ear to
ear but Tank’s long beard hid it. One scar bisected the left side of
Tank’s face. Tank got both on the same night. His friend hadn’t said a
word since.
Elijah
pulled to the shoulder of the road just passed Tank’s motorcycle. A
flurry of black and hot pink flew from the back seat.
“Mina,” Elijah hollered for her, but Princess was already on the move.
Princess
launched herself at Tank and the man caught her in mid-air. Tank set
her astride his bike. Tank’s hands quickly moved as he signed to her and
she giggled. The other boys laughed at the huge, ugly biker losing his
shit over Princess.
He turned to see Elijah warily watching Tank and Princess. “Elijah, this is Tank Davis, he’s my head of security.”
“Hi,” Elijah said with a small smile.
He
watched Tank do a double take and then stare openly at Elijah. Okay,
this could end up being a fucking issue. He noticed the other guys
laughed louder at Tank’s reaction. Not many gave Tank the time of day.
Tank was born ruthless and it only grew in intensity over the years,
especially after his attack. Scary knew there was more to his friend
than the man let others see, yet personal shit stayed between him and
Tank.
“Tank, Tank,” Princess was patting Tank’s massive chest and Tank instantly gave her his undivided attention.
He grunted in answer.
“I love my tutu. Thank you.”
She signed as she spoke even though she knew he could hear her. They’d explained to her Tank had an accident.
Tank
signed she was welcome and she looked beautiful; it earned the usually
grumpy man a tight hug. Princess picked up the sign language quickly. He
sometimes found the two of them having silent conversations when the
crews got together for barbecues or whatever.
“Did
you bring the ties?” He asked and Tank reached back into his saddlebags
and pulled out a mass of tangled fabric. “Who knows how to work these
f—these things?” He groaned as the guys chuckled at him censoring
himself. Scary didn’t always catch himself, but they had a kid in the
crew now, he had to at least try.
“Line up,” Elijah ordered and stepped forward to take the ties, his face turned bright red as he noticed the bikini clad women.
Hell,
tiny triangles of fabric barely constituted coverage, but they would
prove a fucking point. Scary watched the guys line up, but Tank remained
on his bike just as he did.
“I can’t believe I’m doing this.”
“You
just might have fun, pretty man,” Crave rumbled and he noticed Elijah
pursing his lips to hide what Scary thought may be an actual smile.
Each
man stepped up to have the tie efficiently knotted and tightened to
hang over their grungy tees. Then it came to Tank and him, Elijah’s
steps almost faltered as he approached Tank first.
“Turn a bit, please,” Elijah’s voice was soft and he kept his head slightly down almost like he was avoiding looking at Tank.
He’d
known Tank forever, knew him better than anyone and the emotion in the
other man’s eyes almost looked like hurt. Tank suddenly stiffened and
Scary saw Elijah’s fingertips had quickly stroked over the long, ragged
scar on Tank’s throat.
“You have to hold your head up.”
Tank only grunted again and tipped his chin up.
“Thank you.”
Tank’s
hands fisted on his thighs. If Scary thought he was too rough for
Elijah than his fucking friend was even less suited. He wasn’t going to
try anything with the cute man, but seeing his friend watch Elijah with
hunger in his eyes should have made him at least a bit jealous, but it
wasn’t there.
“Looking very distinguished, Mr. Davis.”
Princess giggled and kicked her feet where she straddled Tank’s big bike and leaned back against the big man’s chest.
Tank’s rough chuckle took him by surprise and Elijah smiled. A sweet, innocent tilt of his plump lips.
Elijah turned to him with the last tie slung over his shoulder and approached him.
“You gonna strangle me with that tie?”
Shocked eyes flew up to his and then they rolled. “I haven’t done it yet, have I?”
“Do
your worst.” He lifted his head as Elijah looped the polyester fabric
around his neck and began twisting and sliding the end of the tie
through a loop. “You’re good at this.”
Every
so often soft fingers stroked his skin and brushed his chest through
the cotton of his black t-shirt. Now was not the time for a fucking hard
on. It was already a problem ninety percent of the time he was in
Elijah’s presence. He wanted to bend the man over every time he saw him.
This was the first time Elijah was ever this close to him, he could
smell the scent of soap, shampoo, but no cologne.
“I do it a lot.”
Elijah
sounded disgusted by the idea of wearing a tie. It was at odds with
Elijah who rarely knew what casual was and Scary didn’t think he’d seen
the man in anything other than a suit in the whole time he’d known him.
Tank
made a noise and he looked towards his friend. The man had a silent
question in his eyes. Tank was asking was Elijah Scary’s boy. He wanted
to shake his head, but he couldn’t. Wanting Elijah wasn’t new, but he
sure as fuck never gave into his needs. Which for him was pretty much
out of character. When he wanted something he went for it with no
regrets afterward.
“You should wear a tie more often, maybe not one like this.”
“Ain’t exactly my style.”
“No I don’t expect it is. Come on, I’m buying.”
“I don’t think they’ll let us through the fucking door.”
“We’ll see.” Elijah whispered cryptically and stepped away.
“Showtime,
boys. Elijah’s in the lead, we’ll be on his six. Anything goes down and
the cops show whoever is closest gets Princess and Elijah out.”
A
round of affirmations to the plan sounded before they were quickly on
their way up the long drive to the country club’s main building. They
parked in the lot since no one would let some valet touch their wheels.
When they dismounted to join Elijah he was kneeling in front of Princess
straightening her tutu and uneven pigtails, even retied her boots. It
all seemed second nature, like he did it every day.
“Do you know I used to help your Daddy tie his shoes when I dropped him off at school?”
“You raised Daddy, he said you were the best Dad ever.”
“I don’t know about that, Mina. Like all parents I made a lot of mistakes.”
“Nope,” She popped her lips on the p and made Elijah give a real laugh. “Daddy said you were perfect.”
“The only one perfect around here is you and beautiful to top it off.”
Scary
watched Elijah hold Princess’s cheeks and lean in to press a soft kiss
on her forehead. He hadn’t known Elijah raised Brody. He was aware their
parents died when Brody was a kid, but he’d assumed a family member
took Brody in. What else didn’t he fucking know about the secretive man?
About J.M. Dabney
By
day, J.M. is an introverted cook hiding out in her kitchen in the
middle of nowhere Ohio, by night and any free time she may have, she is a
writer of mainly LGBTQ Fiction and Erotica. Although. she's equal
opportunity when it comes to telling a story, she'll even write a bit of
straight erotic romance when the mood strikes.
She has
been writing for years in old notebooks. At the age of eight, she wrote
the worst poem in the history of poetry, but it sparked her love for
writing. She reads too much and loves to get lost in other worlds and
her favorite stories have to include laughter and having the reader
doing at least one double take. Thirty-something, forever restless she
uses her stories to ground herself, and find her place of peace.
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