Tuesday, April 12, 2016

The Bad Ones by Stylo Fantôme Blog Tour


Love isn't always bright and shiny.

Sometimes, it's dirty and wrong, buried six feet deep in a secret place where only wild things dare to go. Hidden behind a big black curtain that covers things no one should ever see.

Sometimes it happens between two people who should never be allowed to come together. One who is a match, and the other who just happens to be gasoline.

One strike is all it takes to burn the whole world down, and that's exactly what they plan on doing.

Even if it kills them.

Warning: This book contains graphic sex, extremely brutal violence, bad language, and people repeatedly and knowingly breaking the law.

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Con finally unlocked the doors and she hefted herself into the massive vehicle. They sat in silence for a while, their breath fogging up the glass. Then he opened his mouth.

“Did he touch you?”

Dulcie knew he wasn't asking about the homeless man.

“Not in any way that counts,” she replied, turning to look at him. His hands had moved to grip the steering wheel.

“So he has touched you.”

“Jared was just an experiment, I wanted to see if -”

“You let him fucking touch you.”

You fucking left me!” she was suddenly screaming. He didn't even flinch, just gripped the steering wheel harder. “You fucking left me in this fucking town, without a goddamn goodbye! Without a goddamn word! God, you have no idea what it's been like. That fucking camera, all those drawings. And there's all these people, and talking, and feeling this way, and all the blackness, and I don't even know what's wrong with me, and nothing. You come back, and it's like nothing to you. Oh hey, Dulcie. Where's your sketchbook, Dulcie. Come to a party, Dulcie. Let me just fuck this chick in the woods, Dulcie. So you know what? Yeah, he fucking touched me. I let him fucking touch me. And I hated every minute of it, and I would pretend it was you, and I would hate you, and I would hate myself, and I just let it happen.”

Con lunged across the seat, and absurdly, her first thought was “wow, he's really fast” before his fingers wrapped around her throat. She wasn't fazed, though, and she pushed right back, slapping him across the face. This only caused him to clench both hands around her neck and he yanked her forward, dragging her to him so their faces were only inches apart.

“Stupid little Dulcie,” he whispered, his breath hot against her lips. She held onto his wrists and glared at him, but didn't try to pull away. His fingers got tighter. “So scared of the big bad wolf.”

“I'm not … scared of you,” she managed to gasp out, but then his grip grew so tight he completely cut off her oxygen.

“Of course you aren't scared of me. I'm not the wolf. You are.”

So that's what was hiding behind the curtain. I wish you'd told me sooner, Con. We could've reveled in our darkness together.

It felt like a weight was lifted off her back. She'd been pretending for so long, and she hadn't even realized it. Had conditioned herself to do it. It was easier to believe Con was the darkness, and she was simply drawn to it. Basking in his wake. But it was all a lie – she was every bit as dark as him. They were the same animal. She'd just been better at deceiving herself. And now they'd evolved into something else, into a new, higher being.

Her lungs were throbbing, screaming for oxygen. She could feel her pulse pounding behind her face. Her mouth was open, but she couldn't make a sound. Black spots danced in front of her eyes, yet still they stared at each other. Recognizing each other, maybe for the first time ever. Maybe for the last time.

What a way to die, looking into the face of this beautiful boy. What a gift.






Reviews by the Wicked Reads Review Team

Shelby☆☆☆☆☆
I don't even know where to begin! Stylo Fantôme is my "MUST READ" author – if she writes it, I will most definitely read it. Period.
The Bad Ones was so different from anything I've read by her, not in a bad way, but in a freaking-absolutely-awesome way.
I like dark reads, I like tortured heroes and anti-heroes. I love not knowing who I'm rooting for...and then having my world flipped upside down.

Dulcie is from the "wrong side" of the tracks, she has no useful family and barely any friends. She is a loner who likes to see the world through her own drawings. Not afraid of the world, she is definitely not a wall-flower, but she isn't exactly an extrovert either. She keeps to herself and is trying to figure out who she is.

Constantine is the exact opposite of Dulcie, comes from a wealthy family, is the star-football player, and, of course, is popular. Not afraid of the limelight, he doesn't shy away from it, but he does seem to know who/what he is.

There is no good guy in this story, but that's not to say there are only bad guys.
This is a story of two people who find what they need in each other.
Who am I to judge what that is?

"We're going to kill each other, aren't we?" she whispered.
"Baby..." he sighed, his eyes fluttering shut as he moved to rest his forehead against her.
"What a beautiful thing to say."


Overall this story contains the perfect amount of angst, action/violence, and character building. It has two very strong characters that are perfect for one another, in a world that is just not made to contain them.
Enjoy!






Crazy woman living in an undisclosed location in Alaska (where the need for a creative mind is a necessity!), I have been writing since ... forever? Yeah, that sounds about right. I have been told that I remind people of Lucille Ball – I also see shades of Jennifer Saunders, and Denis Leary. So basically, I laugh a lot, I'm clumsy a lot, and I say the F-word A LOT.

I like dogs more than I like most people, and I don't trust anyone who doesn't drink. No, I do not live in an igloo, and no, the sun does not set for six months out of the year, there's your Alaska lesson for the day. I have mermaid hair – both a curse and a blessing – and most of the time I talk so fast, even I can't understand me.

Yeah. I think that about sums me up.

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