Don't be fooled.

Don't make excuses for me.

I am not a good man.

I've seen things no one should, done things no one should talk about. Honor and conscience have no place in my life. But I've fought and I've survived. I've had to.

The first time I saw her dancing on that seedy stage in that second rate club, I felt my heart pulse for the first time. Keelyn Foster was too young, too vibrant for this place, and I knew in an instant that I would make her mine. But first I had to climb my way to the top. I had to have something more to offer her.

I'm here now, money is no object and I have no equal. Except for her. She's disappeared. But don't worry, I will find her and claim her. She will be mine.

Like I said, don't be fooled. I am not the devil in disguise… I'm the one front and center.

There is something about the grit and crime of the Point that makes romance shine. Neither Keelyn nor Nassir have pretty backstories, but they have made a name for themselves in the Point and it is their home.

I loved these two hard. They had hard lives, made dark choices and lived with the consequences. Nassir wasn’t from the Point, and compared to his childhood, life in the Point was easy. Nothing was ever easy for Keelyn, but she knew where her strengths lie and how to use them to her advantage in the Point.

Keelyn stripped because she like wielding power. Sex was what she knew. Fear of what she saw in Nassir’s eyes sent her running to Denver, but the Point is as much a part of her as she is a part of the city, so couldn’t stay in the straight-laced, no nonsense life she was trying to form.

Nassir stepped in to run the dark side of the Point after Novak’s demise. He commanded the power and fear needed, but as he rebuilt his club and designed a new one, he wanted Key back at his side. And Nassir is not a man to sit back and wait for the things he wants; he is willing to go to despicable lengths to convince her to return.

This is not a pretty romance. Nassir’s background gives him a skewed sense of right and wrong, and some of the things he does to get her back would have crossed the line for any other character. The dependence on the underbelly of the Point means that both of them are comfortable stretching the legality of their actions, doing what needs to be done for their end purpose.

I love Key’s confidence and ability to wield her sexuality. As she finds her place within Nassir’s new club, I love both what his ideas for her say about the way he views her and the way she sees herself.
I could not put this book down. Literally. What was supposed to be an hour of reading with a cup of Saturday morning coffee morphed into a morning long reading marathon. Once again, the Point sucked me in with its grit, crime, and desperation. Key and Nassir embody the very themes the Point stands for. They are unapologetic in their roles and are proud of their reputations.

I was gifted a copy in exchange for an honest review. 
NASSIR
“What do you think of the club?”
Her soft gray eyes widened and then narrowed. “It’s big and fancy. You can’t miss it as soon as you drive into the city.” There was a pause and her breath hitched. “You named it after me.”
I grinned at her. She was the key to everything that mattered in my world and in this city. Of course I named it after her.
“All the members got a lock or a key when they joined and paid their membership dues. The men all have a lock, one that is either open or one that is closed. If the lock is open, it means the gentleman is attached, married, has a partner, but is still up for anything and everything. The closed lock signifies that the particular man is off-limits and must engage with another member on his or her own terms.”
She lifted an eyebrow at me. “And the keys?”
I shrugged. “The women have the keys, to the locks and to the men’s hearts. Don’t they always?”
She moved a little closer and our knees brushed together, and I felt it in my balls. I sucked in a quick breath as the mere touch made my dick throb.
“So the women can just go around unlocking and locking men up all night long? They have no rules?”
“Women make all the rules when it comes to sex, Key. You should know this better than anyone.” I wanted to reach out and pull her off the edge of the desk so that she was sitting in my lap. “They have the key but they don’t have to use it, and if a member with a closed lock doesn’t want them to set them free, then that’s it. There is no pressure. There is no persuasion. It should all be mutual and it is all facilitated by men and women that want to be here. I’m pay9ing a small fortune for the people that know this industry inside and out. I built a grown-up amusement park where nothing is off-limits. People love their kink. People love their sex.”
“What about you? Do you love your sex and kink, Nassir?”
I smirked at her. “Sex is a part of life; it’s necessary and here in the Point it is currency. Kink I can give or take depending on the person on the other end of it. I’ve seen too much torture and degradation in my lifetime for the extreme and dark to be appealing.”
I saw the questions my quietly spoken words fired to life in her eyes, but instead of asking them, she was the one that decided to change the subject.
“Tell me about this business proposition you had in mind when you came to Denver. You want me to dress in latex and spank people? You want me to get on my back and spread my legs while people watch? What’s your game plan?”
I frowned at her and couldn’t stop myself from moving closer to her as she spit the harsh words out at me.
“You think I want to watch you have sex with other people. Key? You think it’s been fun for me to watch you burn your way through every available and not-so-available boy in the Point because you weren’t ready for me? I narrowed my eyes at her. “Now, which one of us needs to have some accountability?”
She flushed pink and leaned closer to me. She might be scared of me and the way I wanted her, but she never backed down, and that made my desire for her burn in a way that would never be extinguished.
“What did you have in mind, Nassir?”

The Welcome to the Point series takes place in a fictitious inner city I just nicknamed “the Point.” The idea being it can be in any city, any rough part of town, and any run-down neighborhood the reader can see or relate to in their mind’s eye. The locale is the ultimate “wrong side of the tracks.” This series is a little darker, a little grittier, and a whole lot more fanciful than my Marked Men series.

The last three Point books are going to have a different look and different titles so they are going to be their own trilogy called the Breaking Point.

BETTER WHEN HE'S BRAVE

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