F**k, Marry, Kill Me, Daddy by Lance Lansdale Release Blitz

SCOTTY

My boyfriend’s been trying to kill me for weeks. Well, I guess he's my boyfriend. I mean, we've never officially been introduced, but he's always standing in the shadows, watching me. That has to be a good sign, right? The first time I saw him, he was hunched down in my bushes, aiming a rifle at my heart, and he's turned up with a new weapon every night since. As fun as our silly little game of Murder Daddy may be, I’m getting tired of having to steal my stalker-slash-boyfriend’s affection by disarming him and using his weapons against him.

BRODY

I’ve got to get my head in the game. As my agency’s top assassin, I’ve killed my fair share of men. When Senator Levinson placed his son on my hitlist, I figured it would be a one-and-done. I was wrong. Every time our paths cross, he winds up getting the upper hand. The things he makes me do once he’s pried a gun or a knife out of my hand are downright depraved, and for some reason, I can't bring myself to stop it from happening. My wife tells me I need to just suck it up and get the job done. My wife’s boyfriend says I’m sweet on the guy, which is absolutely ridiculous. Even if I wanted to take advantage of our open marriage, I’m not gay. This man—this Freakshow—is completely unhinged, and the worst part is, I think I might be just as crazy as him.

F**ck, Marry, Kill Me, Daddy is a high-heat, over-the-top, absolutely UNHINGED, dual-POV, dark romcom that is equal parts insta-love and insta-lust. While one character is married, their marriage is open, and there's no cheating between them.

 

 

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No matter where I go, he’s there. Waiting. Observing. Others might call it stalking. I just think he’s being adorable.

I’m not exactly sure when he started following me, but the first time I noticed him was three weeks ago. I was sitting on my apartment’s balcony, wanting a bit of fresh air after a week of self-imposed seclusion. I couldn’t have been out there longer than five minutes before the red dot appeared in the center of my chest. When I looked down over the railing, the apartment complex’s floodlight lit him up just for me. He was hiding in the bushes, pointing a rifle at me. Our eyes locked, and we just stood there for a solid five minutes, neither of us making a move. It had been such a long time since anyone had looked at me like that. It was like a million little shockwaves coursing through my body.

My impending death aside, there had been a gentleness in the moment. A connection of sorts. I must have frightened him when I waved, because he stumbled, falling on his back and sending a bullet into the sky. I’m not sure why he ran off into the dead of night, but it gave me a delightful view of his ass. The thought of topping had never even crossed my mind, what with my small stature and constant desire to be coddled, but I don’t know. I might make an exception for this guy.

The next time I spotted him, he was hiding under my car with wire cutters, fast at work. I thought he was trying to be a good Samaritan by changing my oil. Being a twinkish procrastinator, I know nothing of cars, and it had been over three years since I’d taken it to the mechanic. I mean, it’s not that big of a deal. I just pour a little oil into the hole thingy, under the hood when it starts making rattling noises, and it’s good as gold. Still, it was nice to have someone looking out for me. It’s been a long time since anyone has. For his chivalry, I figured the least I could do was kiss his hand like a distressed damsel to his knight. I knelt down to thank him, but he startled, dropping the wire cutters. When I picked them up and tried to hand them back, his beautiful brown eyes practically bulged out of his head, and he scurried away like a cheeky scamp.

I’m pretty sure he’s obsessed with me, but I think I’ve high-key wanted that all my life.

 

 

Reviews by the Wicked Reads Review Team

Angie – ☆☆☆☆
I have a love-hate relationship with this book. I instantly loved Scotty. His sense of humor and wit just made this book so enjoyable, even if some people would think he was crazy or deranged. Brody, aka Uri aka Murder Daddy, I was frustrated with him most of the book. He didn't want to complete his mission, but he also didn't want to admit why to himself or anyone else.

The banter and antics between Scotty and Brody were great, until it wasn't. They went back and forth sooo much that it was just too much repetitiveness that even the humor couldn't save it. Once Brody got his head out of his butt and finally decided to take action, the book got better again. The beginning and end of the book were my favorites, half of the middle could have been removed.

However, Kincaid and Tatum??? Oh. My. God. They need their own book... they have the same banter that Scotty and Brody had, which I loved, but if they get their own book, I hope the banter is the same thing over and over times a million like this book. Even though I had a love-hate relationship with this book, I do recommend it.


Shannan – ☆☆☆☆
F**K, Marry, Kill Me, Daddy is a dark daddy-kink, unhinged standalone unlike any other I have read.

Scotty's dad, a senator trying for a presidential run, hires an agency to kill his son. When Scotty notices Brody "stalking" him, he thinks it's a love match. He has no idea Brody is sent to kill him. What Scotty mistakes for affection is Brody trying to end his life, but something keeps happening to stop Brody from completing his task. He is one of the top assassins in the agency, it should be an easy kill, but something keeps Brody from ending Scotty's life. Scotty, of course, thinks Brody is completely in love with him and playing a Murder Daddy game. Scotty is a bit delusional when it comes to Brody. Scotty is very gay, and Brody thinks Scotty is a freak, but something tugs at Brody's heartstrings in a way he's never expected. They were oddly steamy in unexpected ways.

This story is like nothing else I have ever read. In the first chapter or two, I was honestly going to give up, but I just went with it and actually really fell into the story and had a good time reading. It wasn't what I expected but I gave up any preconceived notions and read it for what it was, I was completely invested. Brody learns about himself in ways he never saw coming. Scotty learned to have a backbone and defend himself.

This is a new author for me, and I was pleasantly surprised. I will go back and check out other works for sure!

 

 

LANCE LANSDALE is the author of We Burn Beautiful and The Househusband's Guide to Domestic Bliss. He writes swoony romance with an excessive amount of cuddle scenes.

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