Tuesday, 5 March 2013
Book Spotlight: Broken Angel by S.W. Vaughn
by S.W. Vaughn
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Free from March 5 - March 9
No rules. No limits. No escape.
Gabriel Morgan is looking for a secret society, known only by a symbol -- a five-colored star. Rumors whispered through the New York City underground speak of drugs, dirty deals, and high-class whores. But the society's main draw is a vicious blood sport fought in a ring with no rules, where millions change hands at every match.
Their fighters are legendary, their leaders cold and ruthless. They are impossible to find, unless you already know where they are.
And they have Gabriel's sister.
But when he finally stumbles across the leader of the society's Manhattan division, the nightmare is just beginning -- Gabriel is taken prisoner along with his sister and forced to fight for her freedom. He is branded with ink, broken and trained by the best of their fighters, and must accept a new identity along with a new name.
In the ring, he is Angel. And he does not lose . . . because the price for losing is his sister's life.
“We’re off to a bad start. Let’s try again.” Slade stood and stared down at him. “You are Gabriel Morgan. I am Marcus Slade. I’m a businessman, and I have a proposition for you. That’s why I brought you here.”
“A proposition,” he repeated numbly. “Funny, but this doesn’t feel like an offer.”
“Oh, I have no intention of allowing you to refuse. We can do this the easy way, or the hard way.”
His mouth opened, shut. This psycho was going to kill him. How could he get out of this? Struggling wouldn’t work. In his current condition, he couldn’t physically overpower Slade. The man was as strong as one of Diego’s goons. He’d have to play along until he could think of something else.
“All right,” he finally said. “What do you want?”
“It’s simple, really.” Slade’s mouth curved into a cold smile. “I run fighters and girls, and they make me a lot of money. You are going to fight for me.”
“The hell I am,” he snapped before he could stop himself. “You’re talking about those basement beat-downs your pal Diego does? No. And why do you want me?”
Slade laughed. “First off, Diego Mendez is no friend of mine. I don’t know how you ended up with him, and I don’t want to know. Second, those ridiculous little pissing contests you’ve been hanging around are not fights. The organization doesn’t even recognize them.”
A lead weight settled in his stomach. This bastard belonged to the organization? At once he recalled Diego’s reaction when he looked at Lillith’s picture.
He was definitely the right one, the man said. And Slade had mentioned fighters…and girls.
Oh God. No...
“You’ll fight for me, Mr. Morgan. I happen to have something you want.” Slade walked to the door, opened it and leaned out. “Get in here.”
“What is going on?” The woman’s voice, tinged with fright, came from beyond the entrance. “Apollo, let go of me! Please. Tell me what’s happening...”
Gabriel’s chest became unbearably tight. He pushed himself to his feet, no longer caring what Slade said or did, and took a stumbling step toward the door, and another.
He stopped. An enormous man filled the entryway, glared at him and stepped through, pulling a dark-haired woman in after him. Her head bent forward and cascading hair hid her face, but he didn’t have to see it. He'd known the instant she spoke.
She lifted her face. Her eyes met his. “Oh, my God,” she whispered as one hand flew to her mouth.
He barely managed to remain standing. He swallowed hard, but the lump in his throat stayed.
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