WARNING: ADULT CONTENT

He was supposed to be a calendar model. Not a killer. Not my addiction. Not the man who would ruin everything.

Ethan Cole never wanted the spotlight. A quiet photographer with a haunted past, he was hired to shoot a sexy rugby calendar, twelve chiseled gods, twelve perfect shots, easy paycheck. Until Liam Walsh walked onto his set. Captain of the Iron Hawks. Charismatic. Dangerous. Shirtless sin in designer cologne. And hiding something deadly behind those ice-blue eyes.

From the moment Liam pinned Ethan against the wall, desire turned to dominance. And when Ethan's models start turning up dead, posed like the calendar pages he created, he realizes he’s not just behind the lens anymore. He’s the prime suspect. And Liam is either his savior... or the man setting him up.

Each tryst with Liam burns hotter, rougher, more raw. Secrets unfold in sweat-soaked sheets and blood-slick warehouses. As the bodies mount, the blackouts return, and the city closes in, Ethan is trapped in a twisted game of lust and manipulation, hunted by police, haunted by truth, and consumed by the one man who might kill him, or die for him.

In this intoxicating erotic thriller of gay obsession, blurred identities, and betrayal, desire is a weapon and love is a loaded gun.

Darkly sensual. Brutally honest. Absolutely unputdownable.
If you crossed Call Me by Your Name with You, and then lit it on fire, this is what’s left standing in the smoke.