Darkfall Series: Box Set

by Amanda Marie Raulerson

Out of the Ashes Alexi, a sub without a Dom. Lucas, a Dom without a sub. Both with traumatic pasts, who maybe each other's perfect match. Alexi, hurting since his dramatic and very public break up with Chase, has to put everything aside when the very man he’s trying to forget reports a horrifying story from private BDSM club, Darkfall. Alexi’s captain, knowing his lifestyle, thinks that Alexi is the perfect detective for this assignment. Undercover means he will need a partner, a Dom, and Lucas is the one who can pull it off. Lucas has been watching. He's seen the way Alexi and Chase have been hurting each other, and he's going to put a stop to it. When he's told about Darkfall and Alexi’s plans to go undercover, he realizes this is his chance to make Alexi his boy. He’s determined that Alexi will be his, but for a lot longer than this assignment is going to last. Now they must work together, risk their lives to take down a dangerous group that is hiding some big secrets. The risk is extremely high, but Lucas and Alexi refuse to fail the victims. Can they find love amid a dangerous assignment, or will the fear and pain from their pasts stop them from being able to trust each other completely? Forever Bound The Osiris Circle case is ongoing and the bodies continue stacking up. Detective Sam Baker, with help from some very skilled police academy cadets, Agent Aaron Boudreaux’s profiling skills, and FBI tech genius Andrea West, they are closing in on suspected serial killer Lady Olivia Payne. Sam is struggling with his personal life and tired of living a lie, of hiding who he really is. Tired of having to be in control all the time. He’s ready to give up that control, to embrace the submissive sexual side he’s kept hidden all his life, and he knows just who he wants to help him fulfill those desires. Not one, but two powerful Doms have caught his eye. Sam wants Aaron and Simon to guide him through his journey of self-discovery. Aaron and Simon have been together for a long time, and Aaron wants a more committed relationship. Simon has his own issues that only Aaron can help him cope with and he doesn’t want anyone to know about them. He’s afraid adding a third to their relationship would be a mistake. With a killer on the loose, past pains that still cause fresh wounds, and more guilt than anyone should have to carry alone... will the pain be too much for them? Can these three men find the strength, love, and courage they need in each other for the chance to share in something that comes once in a lifetime and leaves them Forever Bound? Broken Silence Chase Hamilton, the owner of the private BDSM club Darkfall, is known for being cool and reserved. For years he’s run from his past, from the deep emotions that can destroy his hold on that self-contained persona. His last relationship ends badly, and he’s in a downward spiral, nothing like the natural Dom he used to be. His friends are worried, and unhappy with the way he’s behaving and Chase knows he can no longer ignore his pain. Walking the floor of his club one night, he sees something that turns his stomach. He won’t stand for it, and his actions that night change his life. After months in captivity, being raped and tortured by the Osiris Circle, one night will change his life forever. Mason Brooks is a wraith, a broken shell of the man and the sub he once was. When Chase rescues him neither of them knows the key role the other will play in their recoveries. Months later, Mason’s body is healing, but his mind still struggles with opening up about all that’s happened to him.

1004 pages, Kindle Edition

Published April 11, 2020

About the author

About the Author

I’ll try to keep this short, but I probably won’t be able to. Sitting here thinking about what it is I want to tell you about me, I realize I’m overthinking again. I do that a lot because I’m a worrier, a nitpicker, an obsessive-compulsive weirdo with a tendency to overshare… Bigtime. I have been many people in my life, both good and bad, like most humans on earth. I have a “family” I will probably never see again, unless someone remembers me when planning a funeral… maybe. I was adopted before my parents knew how strange I was, and was never really accepted me into their family. They kept me (too afraid of their friend’s judgment if they’d tried to return me because I was defective) but never understood or accepted me. I was “different,” odd and not normal, but what the hell is normal? I spent a lot of time alone, became my own person because that is all I could do, and even though I wanted their acceptance… I knew I would never get it.

I was extremely confused my whole life, about who and what I was, what was “wrong” with me. Finally, in my late thirties, I came to accept something I’d known for a long time but was afraid of. Accepting the fact that I am a transgender gay man made me feel more alone than ever, but I knew the truth deep down in my soul. Living as a woman felt so wrong, but no matter how I felt I was too afraid to be anything else. Scared and lonely, I hide behind the mask I’d worn my whole life. (Better the devil you know, right?) I knew I would lose everything, that I would have to start a completely new life if I ever wanted to be me, and the thought terrified me. So deep into my depression, I thought I would have to hide who I was for the rest of my life, that no one would ever accept or love me for who I really am. I knew my “family” never would, I’d heard them make comments about people like me without ever knowing they were degrading me with every word. Every slur, innuendo or derogatory tirade a painful blow to my already broken soul.

When I was at my lowest, voices reached out and told me that I deserved to be happy, and I felt truly loved and valued for the first time in my life. They accepted the real me; quirks, annoying habits, idiosyncrasies, my tendency spout random gibberish and all. I thought friendship was an emotional circus full of mind games and double talk, passive-aggressive “jokes” that I would have to wade through to find out what they actually meant. I’d had “friends” before, and I didn’t want to go through that again. It just wasn’t worth it… or so I
thought. These voices turned out to be brilliant, exceptional, generous and devoted women who turned my entire life around with their love and support. These women, their belief in me, pulled me out of hell and helped me to grow stronger every day. They didn’t make me feel bad for being different, they celebrated my uniqueness and gently pushed me to reach for my dreams. My overactive imagination was always coming up with stories and ideas, characters and scenes that needed to be written, but I never thought I would be able to publish a book people would want to read. I’d only ever heard I was too stupid to write anything other than grocery lists, that my notebooks full of stories were just rediculous scribbling that no one would want to read. They helped me silence the degrading voices in my head, and they helped me prove those voices wrong.

I have lived and I have wanted to die. I have fought with everything in me, and both won and lost. I have picked myself up after an atom bomb has destroyed my life, and I have soldiered on. I am not better and I am not worse than the next person. I’m human just like you!