Big Deal Vol. 3: Despite Them
Author/Artist: Katsura and Yuramei
Series: Big Deal
Genre: Yaoi: M/M
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eISBN: 978-1-937796-18-1
MSRP: 8.49
You Pay: 5.49

Cover art: Yuramei

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“Brutal men exist and so do those who love them.”

More action, passion, adventure and hot full-color illustrations with Judas MacGregor and his band of raucous reprobates. Gangsters are used to being surrounded by death, but how will the demise of one of their own affect the hierarchy?

The fun-loving fornicator, Judas, has his eyes on the prize…but what about MacIsaac and Rasputin? They deserve a share of the territory, too. Ever loyal Vinny, has his hands full, quite literally, with the tattooed Japanese bodyguard, Cain. Beautiful brothel keeper, Mikhail, is preoccupied by a life changing decision.

What lies in store for our favourite felons? Violence, sex and generous dash of British black comedy as Yaoi team, Katsura and Yuramei, get back in the driving seat, speed down the fast lane and run a few red lights to keep us gripped to the last page and beyond.

Excerpt:

Chapter One

Innes Chonnel was a ruined Campbell stronghold, which sat on an island in the centre of Loch Awe, in Western Scotland. It was also the name of Big Callum Campbell’s private Public House, situated on the outskirts of the small and insignificant village of Everdirge, not too far away from the glorious loch. Callum was a notorious gangland boss, and father of Fergus Campbell. Fergus had been invited, or more accurately, summoned, to the former barn, now hostelry, for what had been described as “a little bit of a lesson for an old friend of yours.”

Fergus was a handsome man, well-built and with the striking good looks of a romantic hero. He had naturally tan skin. His neatly trimmed dark hair sat just above his collar, and his grey eyes seemed always alight with interest. He rarely shaved his chin completely, preferring to sport a smart goatee instead. Today, much like all days, he wore a dark suit, white shirt and black tie as he drove his flashy BMW to the place to which his father had called him. Like the castle it was named after, Callum’s pub was shrouded in thick freezing fog. Fergus parked his car on the gravel driveway and made a mental note of the other cars which had arrived there before his—Owen MacIsaac’s puke green Ford, Rasputin’s heap of a Skoda and Callum’s old-fashioned, yet pristine, Jaguar.

He got out and made his way past the street lights that illuminated the path to the entrance of the barn. A light fall of snow highlighted tracks which showed two men had dragged something, or more likely someone, into the building. Fergus was not really surprised. His father’s plain manner of speaking made it obvious he’d been called here to witness some insubordinate’s punishment.

He was right.

Inside the barn, which was decked out in faux vintage fittings to give it the appearance of a tavern, some poor sod sat motionless, tied to a chair and virtually covered from head to toe in blood. Fergus wasn’t disappointed that he’d missed some of the action already. Brutality such as this wasn’t his style, so he made his way to the bar and simply poured himself a drink. There was no sign of Callum or the other men, and Fergus decided that rather than look for them, he would sit and enjoy his libation in peace, before any of the carnage would resume.

He sat on a stool, his eyes irresistibly drawn to the bloody figure in the chair. The guy was probably dead by the looks of him. It was more or less impossible to make out any of the man’s features or indeed what colour of hair he had, as he’d obviously endured a vicious beating. Fergus felt no sympathy for him, whoever he was. He had wronged the Campbells and had probably been well aware of the fate which awaited him for doing so.

Fergus’s eyes travelled downwards past the bowed head. The shirt had been red, even before the blood. The black trousers, expensive and well-tailored. Then to the shoes. Pointed snakeskin shoes.

He put down his drink and got up from the stool.

Inside, his heart began to race. He took a few tentative steps towards the chair and then strode quicker. With some revulsion, he threaded his fingers through the stained mass of hair so that he could yank the head back. He then stared down into the lifeless face of Judas MacGregor.

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Praise for Big Deal Vol. 1: Lust For Vengeance

It’s very much Carry On meets Ealing Street gangster comedy with a yaoi makeover, and I must say, the writing sparkled with wry wit. The plot was well executed, with all the characters springing to life within moments of meeting them, and intricate plot threads that interwove without confusion.

Kimi-chan, Kimi-chan Experience.

I can’t wait for the second installment, as I need to know what happens next and I need to know more about Judas and Vinny. I give it 4.5 stars, only because the author will make me wait.
Tigerlily, Booked Up Reviews.

Praise for Big Deal Vol. 2: Lesson In Betrayal

This story was everything I hoped for and more. More incredible illustrations, more action, more angst that I couldn’t get enough of and it just keeps you wanting more.

Betryal, Goodreads.

I especially loved Hugo in this novel – his fantastically evil scheming really shows his true colours as he works to manipulate his husband back into his arms. A wonderful, exhilarating ride that has you waiting impatiently for the next installment!

Screaming Angel, Goodreads.