![]() ![]() Brother hissed in Merle’s ear, “Don’t come any closer or I’ll break his neck.” Then the giant turned to Brother Two, who still held his arm painfully around Merle’s throat. Sweet Face held up his hands, and Sasquatch nodded with a smile more appropriate to a kindergarten class than a beach brawl. Merle would have cheered if his neck wasn’t breaking. The dude staggered back and fell on his ass. Only the smallest interface between that huge hand and Ritchie’s chin signaled bye-bye, Ritchie. He stopped his forward momentum and snapped a fist at Ritchie, who was staggering back to join the fray. It had to be-this huge man, easily six foot six, dressed in what might be a pink puffer jacket, with a shock of curly, dark hair flying around his face. Standing behind where Brother One had stood was-Sasquatch. Brother One pulled back a fist-and suddenly flew through the air, practically knocking Merle and his captor off their feet. Merle staggered backward as the brother tightened his grip and the other sibling from hell moved in to do more damage. Who the fuck wants to die on the beach in a tuxedo? White bursts of light flashed in front of his eyes and a river of burning bile filled his mouth, oozing around the pressure of the big asshole’s arm on his neck. ![]() Excerpt – Fool of Main Beach by Tara Lain ![]()
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