Will Graham is hunting a monster.
When fate and circumstance bring him into the path of Doctor Hannibal Lecter, Will descends beneath the surface of civility in search of the murderer he seeks. But the deeper he gets, the muddier the waters grow—the desire for understanding is a desperate hunger that lives inside them both.
For hidden inside Will is the shadow of… something. It sees Hannibal’s secrets, hemorrhages the true intent of the Chesapeake Ripper’s crimes via an anonymous website: the only one who has ever seen, ever understood. An insight that presents itself alongside Will’s genderfluid nature, shifting from one day to the next.
Will balances on a thread as thin and translucent as fishing line, a dazzling lure. A mutual potential lives between them that might very well prove too irresistible to ignore—
—and one sharp slice may be enough to cut bait.
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18 Feb 2019
As a man, Hannibal is appalled to catch himself courting a troubled, rude, messy individual.
As a Chesapeake Ripper, he is deadly curious how many games can be played with a beautiful mind like this until it breaks.
As an alpha, he is hopelessly in love and just wants to possess him, to make sure that imprinting works both ways and he isn't the only one going crazy.
He doesn't know which side will win.
In a world where omegas are little more than trophies to be bought and sold, Will Graham has done the unthinkable by escaping a forced bonding. Already in high demand as a profiler, Will's determined to find freedom on his own terms.
For Hannibal Lecter the outlook is far more straightforward: a slow, systematic seduction of the most uniquely captivating omega he's ever encountered.
As the shadow of a new and terrifying serial killer falls over Baltimore, the stage is set to redefine all accepted meanings of passion, temptation, horror and beauty – and to discover the ecstasy of a genuine love crime.
When Will opens Hannibal's letter, it wakes something primal locked inside of him. He doesn't understand it, but what he does know is that he has to go to Baltimore hospital for the criminally insane, and he has to go now.
Dear Will. He could still see the words, written in the curly elegance of Hannibal's hand, burning behind his eyelids. He breathed deeply through his nose to try and calm the unsteady flutter of his heart. A deep breath. One that clawed at his nose, one that penetrated his nostrils like a liquid, a smothering sting he felt intruding behind his eyes.
One. Deep. Breath.
And then it took him.
At thirty, Will Graham is finally evolving into his adult form, much to his consternation and his father's delight. But to Ezra Graham's absolute dismay, his emotional boy still refuses to hunt, feeling far too connected to the humans he grown up amongst. But at a hundred, the elder Graham know he's entering the last chapter of his life and won't be able to hunt for his fickle son for much longer.
No, what his boy needed was a dominant mate to whip him in shape.
It would be difficult. The Roux-Ga-Roux was a dying breed even in the old countries and were far more sparse here in the New World. But Ezra refused to be intimidated. If they left a big enough calling card, surely someone would come. To his utter surprise he finds two (two!) rather fine specimens responding.
- Part 4 of Roux-verse