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Big Deal Vol 2: Lesson in Betrayal.


out soon on Ai Press

"Fergus and the gang return in another passion-packed, erotically charged black comedy-yaoi caper that will have you on the edge of your seat right up until the very last page.

After the dust has settled on the disastrous bank robbery that almost spelled the end of one of the sawn off shotgun wielding wise guys, there is the little matter of dividing up the loot. Every man is eager for his cut, but there’s just one problem. It seems that one of the greedy gangsters has helped himself already...

Was it the scar faced Rasputin, who’d been left alone with the lolly and an age old grudge? Could it have been the bed hopping bisexual Judas MacGregor’s pierced and perfect protégé, Vinny? Or has Vinny been too busy finding out just why the yakuza-like bodyguard, Cain, is known as The Legend?

The beautiful brothel keeper, Mikhail Majewski, is keeping a low profile while all of this mayhem has been going on. He’s not answering Fergus Campbell’s numerous texts and phone calls. Has he absconded with the readies? Or is he just a little bit tied up at the moment?"

EXCERPT
"So this was The Legend’s flat.
There was a large canvas over the sofa that featured a manga style Yakuza who pointed a gun out of the picture and rather threateningly into the face of whoever viewed the masterpiece. Vinny found it sexy. He loved the harsh, twisted mouth and cold eyes of the suited guy, who had been crafted from dark ink, only a splash of red here and there to represent blood. The man in the picture’s tie flew to the side amidst the visceral spray to give such an impression of action and as Vinny stared, he felt his passion stir more. The comic book style yak looked hot, but not nearly as hot as Cain who sat on the sofa beneath the dramatic print, drink in hand. Cain’s hair was obviously dyed and was a subdued shade of ash blond, not brassy at all. The lightness of its hue somehow made his Asian eyes look even darker still. He had a few small moles around his mouth and under his eyes that accentuated the natural tone of his skin. His lips had a softness to them and Vinny found it difficult to resist a taste. But maybe he wouldn’t resist. After all, in the words of that well known phrase, faint heart never won fair fuck-off hot guy.
“Did you do this?” Vinny indicated to the artwork although it was fairly obvious to what he referred.
“No.” Cain was a man of few words and Vinny wasn’t entirely sure that he was actually invited to be here at all as Cain had just grunted the word “drink”. It was no great gaffe if he wasn’t invited though, as Cain didn’t strike him as an overly well-mannered type.
“It’s good though. I like it.” Vinny took his drink, which had turned out to be some seriously strong Japanese lager and sat on the sofa too. Cain turned his face and looked boldly at him. Vinny stared back and his eyes wandered over the little moles that graced the Japanese man’s cheek and seemed to draw the attention to the fullness of his mouth. There was that urge again.
Was it wrong to stare like this?
It didn’t appear to bother Cain so Vinny continued and let his eyes travel down the pale skin on his neck to the colourful tattoo that peeked out from under the white of his t shirt. The pattern vanished only to appear again on the sinewy muscles of his upper arm. “Nice…um…tat you got there.” Vinny smiled. He could feel the sensation of an erection build, an ache that seemed to spread over his groin like fire. It was obvious that he had gone without for too long. Spent too many nights on his own, locked in a fantasy that was never likely to become reality.
He breathed deeply and wondered if Cain had invited him here for more than just a drink. Well no, maybe not wondered. Perhaps it was more like hoped.
Cain slipped the t shirt off over his head and smiled as he sat up straighter, obviously to provide Vinny with a better view of the inked phoenix that decorated his flesh.
“I’m turning into quite the art critic here…” Vinny reached out his hand and stroked his fingers gently over Cain’s powerful bicep and he gloried in the tension of the other man’s flesh. He knew only too well how strong Cain was as he had been pinned down by him once before. The ache in his groin intensified at the thought of being pinned down by him again. “Wanna see mine?”
Vinny took off his shirt and much like the way his hand had just traced its way over the intricate patterns on Cain’s skin, Cain let his own touch travel gently over the black dragon on Vinny’s chest.
“It’s got suddenly very warm in here.” Vinny leaned a little closer. “Did you just invite me here for sex by any chance?”
Cain nodded. “Yes, I did.” He slid his thumb across Vinny’s chest and circled his nipple to slowly tease it erect and Vinny felt a tingle as his dimpled skin responded almost instantly.
“Good.” Vinny grinned. “You don’t seem the sort that would have any decent chat up lines and luckily I am not the sort to need them. Best we just like…cut to the chase.”



Big Deal Volume 1 Lust For Vengeance.

On Amazon, Barnes and Noble and Ai Press etc now in ebook formats and paperback

Bank robbers, bordellos and a whole lot of bed-hopping, as British black comedy meets Yaoi in a head on collision.
Fergus Campbell is straight out of prison with only one thought in his mind, to pay back his former friend and partner in crime, Judas MacGregor for stitching him up and sending him there in the first place. What he least expects on his return to his old haunts, is to fall head over heels in love with Mikhail, the stunningly beautiful owner of the best little whorehouse in town.

After one night of bliss with Mikhail, Fergus resolves to make the blond bombshell his own. But there is one thing that stands in the way between him and a relationship with the man of his dreams. He is already married the psychotic young alcoholic, Hugo. Although their marriage has been falling apart for years, the spoiled Hugo won’t let go of his meal ticket so easily. What follows can only be a wild ride of lust, mayhem and revenge!


EXCERPT PG13

When the rest of the boys arrived, promptly as this was Fergus’s job, they all sat about in a loose circle, and it was clear to Judas that he wasn’t the only one there to find Mikhail’s presence a little unnerving. The normally jovial Vinny was eyeing Mikhail with suspicion, and he kept looking at Judas as though expecting some kind of explanation from him. Judas wasn’t going to offer any. This was Fergie’s idea and Judas was keen that everybody knew that so he never got the blame later if it all went tits up. Ewan seemed to accept Mikhail’s presence without question, though he was never much of a thinker, and if Rasputin found it strange it was difficult to tell as his face was still so badly bruised and swollen from the other night’s fight that not many emotions registered there other than pain.

Fergus sat with a superior expression on his face and he turned to Rasputin, who had taken a cigarette and was forcing it between his puffed lips, and he said firmly, “You’ll need to smoke that outside.”

Judas gawped across at Fergus and held his hand out, palm down to Rasputin, urging him to stay in his seat. “You are not fucking serious!” Judas laughed and pulled out a packet of cigarettes in obvious protest. He tossed one to Vinny before lighting one up for himself. “There is no fucking way we are going out there for a smoke. We’ll get soaked and we could miss something important. You know me. I’m a two packs a day man and my ass is staying in this chair unless I’m getting up for a drink or a piss.” He stared across at Fergus defiantly, smoking the cigarette in what he hoped was an obvious challenge to combat over it.

“Just do as you’re told and be a good boy.” Fergus narrowed his eyes and it looked as though he was going to take Judas up on that offer of a fight until Mikhail leaned forward with a smile.

“Please, if this is on my account, I am a smoker myself. I just usually smoke menthol.”

Judas interrupted him, leaning forward too and he blew out a great cloud of smoke from between his wide lips. “No offence, Mikhail, but I don’t care if you smoke shit or old rope. This is about us coming here, like we done so many times before, and then all of a sudden Mr Big here who has been out the picture for a good few years now is pulling rank?” Judas shook his head slowly and looked over at Fergus. “Not on my patrol, baby. We done plenty of jobs while you were away, Fergie. Me, Ewan and Ben here.”

“Ben?” Vinny looked over at Mikhail, clearly assuming that Judas referred to him. Rasputin nodded his head curtly.

“Me, but I’ve grown to prefer Rasputin,” he growled.

“Ah.” Vinny nodded and looked back to Mikhail again.

“Jobs? And just what kind of jobs were they?” Fergus laughed. “What was the last job you were on, Jude? Do enlighten us and impress us with your CV.”

Judas lifted his chin and stared at him but remained silent. He knew what Fergus’s sarcasm alluded to and wasn’t going to give him the chance to gloat. But from the look on Fergus’s face, he appeared to be going to gloat anyway.

“Aw…shy are we?” Fergus now grinned. ”Don’t be modest, Jude. As far as I understand it you are almost singlehandedly responsible for flooding our dear wee country with knock off hand bags and trainers. Now that is some achievement.” He clapped his hands together in a slow round of applause in Judas’s direction.

“Come on, guys, let’s hear it for Jude. The man who has made it possible for every wee junkie and crack head around to swan about feeling just like Paris fucking Hilton. Judas MacGregor…the equalizer.”

“Funny,” Judas smirked and Vinny looked down at his feet with a fake look of disappointment.

“Fuck sake! So these aren’t real Nike then?” He pressed his shoulder to Judas’s shoulder. “Ya fucking cheapskate!”

The Cast:
Big Deal (Yaoi, Black Comedy) Katsura and Yuramei

Fergus Campbell
"The Missus can wait"
Age 35
Bio: The darkly handsome Fergus has just been released from prison after doing 5 years of a 10 year stretch. If you ask him, he's a business man, running a small but successful burlesque club called The Flying Garter. Ask anybody else, and he's a crook who runs protection rackets, floods the streets with any drug you care to mention....and dabbles in a bit of bank robbery on the side.
Fergus is the only son of gangland boss, Callum Campbell, better known as Big Callum. He is being groomed to run the family business and generally does everything that his father tells him to do. Despite being spoiled by his devoted mother, Isla, he feels bitter that he has never really had a say in his own life. This said, he completely regrets his one foray into independence… Fergus is arrogant, violent and selfish, but is very easy on the eye.


Judas MacGregor
"What Would Judas Do?"
Age 33
Bio: After escaping a prison sentence for his involvement in the robbery that put Fergus Campbell behind bars, Judas, or Jude to his friends, has been running Fergus's business ventures in his absence. He is a self-confessed sex addict whose hobbies include cottaging, amateur film making and indecent exposure.
When Judas was 17, he came home to find that his mother, who had raised him single-handedly, had hanged herself. She had never really cared for him so this final act of betrayal didn’t surprise the young aspiring thug. It just sent him on a mission to carve out a better life for himself. He would make up for spending his childhood in rags by wearing the most expensive clothes and indulge in every pleasure possible as compensation for never having known love.

Mikhail Majewski
“Oh shoosh”
Age: 28
Bio: Born into the brothel business, Mikhail took over the running of his father’s establishment after studying and attaining his academic degree, proving that he is more than just pretty a pretty face. Unlike most other brothel keepers, he treats his courtesans with respect, gaining in return their loyalty and dedication.
He is a successful businessman who prides himself in the fact that anyone who is entertained at Mikhail’s, leaves with a smile on his face.
Mikhail is a genuinely thoughtful man who despite his occupation and graceful appearance, has inner fortitude and strong values. He is shrewd, capable and is a master at bringing any situation to a satisfying conclusion.

Hugo McAllister
"Mummy has a headache.”
Aged: 24
Bio: Born into the wealthy and titled McAllisters, but always keen to disgrace the family name, Hugo seduced and then convinced Fergus Campbell to marry him just before the hardened criminal was sent to prison. He has spent the subsequent 5 years slipping slowly into alcoholism.
Hugo is no stranger to violence. He first killed a man when he was 17, but now in his twenties, he finds that the brutality is mostly directed at himself and by the bully that he married. He flits from being the wicked seducer to behaving like a frightened child depending on the situation that he finds himself in. Extremely smart and powerfully manipulative, Hugo will stop at nothing to get what he wants, even if it means enduring a lot of pain and humiliation on the way.

Vinny Bryan
"Man, woman or Beast"
Aged 25
Bio: To save his friend and hero, Judas MacGregor, from a 10 year prison sentence, Vinny confessed to a crime that he didn't commit, gladly serving the time in Judas’s stead. He is an ex junkie and is fiercely loyal, bearing no grudge for the time he spent behind bars. He has a wicked sense of humour and despite everything that he has been through, he is quite childlike sometimes.
Appreciating the fact that he was saved from the streets himself, he would defend anyone that he considered a friend without question. He is a crook, but has a firm sense of fairness and can see worth in almost everyone.


Ewan McGovern
“Was that mirror always cracked?”
Aged 37
Bio: Ewan is a failed boxer who now mostly works as a doorman for the Campbells and occasionally as a bodyguard to Judas MacGregor. He was married at 17 and has two children to his wife, Elaine.
Despite the rough and unattractive exterior, Ewan is a quiet man with a caring nature. Organised crime was not his chosen profession, just something he fell into when he realised that he would never be heavyweight champion of the world. He is practical, dependable and well aware that he is really not much to look at.

Rasputin
“I have grown used to Rasputin.”
Aged 29

Bio: Benedict Labanauskas, better known as Rasputin, came from Lithuania to Scotland in search of a better life. What he found instead was the harsh reality of deprivation in an unemployment black spot. Undeterred, he joined the ranks of the Clan Campbell as some hired muscle, and as worked in this role ever since.
A run in with Judas MacGregor cost the once handsome eastern European not only his looks, but the sight in one eye. Carrying the scar from this encounter down one side of his face, Rasputin despises Judas. He works alongside him purely because, for the moment, he has no other choice.

Cain
“…”
Aged 26
Bio: Bedecked in tattoos and hailing from Japan, Cain works as security at the brothel run by Mikhail Majewski.
He deals with any business that requires muscle, such as collecting debts and putting troublesome clients or associates in their places. Mostly, he is inapproachable and mysterious, but to Mikhail, he is reliable and trustworthy. Cryptically, he is known locally as the “The Legend” and although there is much speculation about the reason for this title, Cain prefers to let the select few find out for themselves, why he earned the name.

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