H.L. DAy

Malicious Gods: Egypt, Book 2

How do you play a game when there aren’t any rules?

Petty crook and drug dealer Elijah Page’s plan was simple. Stay off the feuding crime-lords’ radar for long enough to make a quick buck in the city, and then get out. He couldn’t have been more naïve. Captured and beaten by McIntyre, he escapes death, only to find himself in the hands of McIntyre’s opponent. Shai is an enigma, a man as charming as he is twisted. And he’s set his sights on possessing Elijah—body and soul.

Shai will stop at nothing until he’s ousted McIntyre. In the meantime, fate has provided him with an interesting distraction in the shape of the stubborn and rebellious Elijah. Elijah’s lips may say one thing, but his body says something else entirely. Elijah might think he has what it takes to go up against a man like Shai, but he’s wrong. He’s nothing but a fly in Shai’s web, and Shai will always be two steps ahead.

A game ensues. One that Elijah may not even realize he’s playing, or just how big a pawn he is. Everything is at stake. Possibly even his heart and mind. By the time Shai has finished with him, there might not be anything left of the man he used to be.

Let the games begin.

A dark mm romantic suspense featuring snakes as a weapon, a manipulative main character, and a few twists and turns along the way.

Welcome to the dark world of Malicious Gods: Egypt. A collection of standalone modern tales, both magical and non-magical, featuring deities from Ancient Egypt. You’ll find reincarnated Gods, assassins, gangs, madness, and different realities. Expect high heat and morally ambiguous themes. Seductive and often twisted, they are not for the fainthearted.

Shai
By H.L Day writing as H.L Night

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The kiss wasn’t really a kiss. It was more a demonstration of power and domination, Shai’s lips brutal as he ground them against mine, his arm a steel band holding me in place and leaving me with nothing else to do but accept it. There were no tongues involved, no finesse. It seemed to go on forever, my palms plastered against Shai’s chest in a feeble attempt to push him off and get him to stop.

When he finally released me, I could taste copper, my fingers coming away from my mouth tinged with blood where he’d wrought damage with his teeth. I stared at the red on my fingers, my mind performing the usual mental gymnastics that any time spent with Shai seemed to require. Was that it? Was that what he’d wanted? Would I be allowed to leave now? Was his twisted version of a date now complete?

He spun away from me, his long strides eating up the space between himself and the door. He was leaving. Thank fuck! I could go to my room and regroup. One thing was for sure, I wouldn’t be repeating today’s mistake of seeking him out, no matter how lonely I got. I’d rather go crazy in my room than place myself in a predicament like this one again.

Shai came to a halt in front of the door. Instead of pulling it open, he twisted the lock before turning back to face me. “There. Now we won’t be disturbed.”

It was an automatic reaction to take a few steps back, Shai retracing his steps to come after me. He was slow and deliberate—a panther stalking its prey. I made it all the way over to the other side of the room before the wall at my back brought my retreat to a premature conclusion. And then Shai was there, turning me so that my front was pressed against the wall, the cool surface feeling good against my splayed fingers. He plastered himself against my back, his body a hot, hard brand, his cock already swelling as he fitted it against the curve of my ass. “I’ve wanted to do this all evening.”

H.L Night is the darker alter-ego of H.L Day.
They’re still juggling teaching and writing but in a more sinister way with a much bigger moustache and more cape twirling. They’re still working on their evil laugh.