The Bad Ones by Stylo Fantome


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Love isn’t always bright and shiny.

Sometimes, it’s dirty and wrong, buried six feet deep in a secret place where only wild things dare to go. Hidden behind a big black curtain that covers things no one should ever see.

Sometimes it happens between two people who should never be allowed to come together. One who is a match, and the other who just happens to be gasoline.

One strike is all it takes to burn the whole world down, and that’s exactly what they plan on doing.

Even if it kills them.

warning: this book contains graphic sex, extremely brutal violence, bad language, and people repeatedly and knowingly breaking the law.


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Con finally unlocked the doors and she hefted herself into the massive vehicle. They sat in silence for a while, their breath fogging up the glass. Then he opened his mouth.

“Did he touch you?”

Dulcie knew he wasn’t asking about the homeless man.

“Not in any way that counts,” she replied, turning to look at him. His hands had moved to grip the steering wheel.

“So he has touched you.”

“Jared was just an experiment, I wanted to see if -”

“You let him fucking touch you.”

You fucking left me!” she was suddenly screaming. He didn’t even flinch, just gripped the steering wheel harder. “You fucking left me in this fucking town, without a goddamn goodbye! Without a goddamn word! God, you have no idea what it’s been like. That fucking camera, all those drawings. And there’s all these people, and talking, and feeling this way, and all the blackness, and I don’t even know what’s wrong with me, and nothing. You come back, and it’s like nothing to you. Oh hey, Dulcie. Where’s your sketchbook, Dulcie. Come to a party, Dulcie. Let me just fuck this chick in the woods, Dulcie. So you know what? Yeah, he fucking touched me. I let him fucking touch me. And I hated every minute of it, and I would pretend it was you, and I would hate you, and I would hate myself, and I just let it happen.

Con lunged across the seat, and absurdly, her first thought was “wow, he’s really fast” before his fingers wrapped around her throat. She wasn’t fazed, though, and she pushed right back, slapping him across the face. This only caused him to clench both hands around her neck and he yanked her forward, dragging her to him so their faces were only inches apart.

“Stupid little Dulcie,” he whispered, his breath hot against her lips. She held onto his wrists and glared at him, but didn’t try to pull away. His fingers got tighter. “So scared of the big bad wolf.”

“I’m not … scared of you,” she managed to gasp out, but then his grip grew so tight he completely cut off her oxygen.

“Of course you aren’t scared of me. I’m not the wolf. You are.”

So that’s what was hiding behind the curtain. I wish you’d told me sooner, Con. We could’ve reveled in our darkness together.

It felt like a weight was lifted off her back. She’d been pretending for so long, and she hadn’t even realized it. Had conditioned herself to do it. It was easier to believe Con was the darkness, and she was simply drawn to it. Basking in his wake. But it was all a lie – she was every bit as dark as him. They were the same animal. She’d just been better at deceiving herself. And now they’d evolved into something else, into a new, higher being.

Her lungs were throbbing, screaming for oxygen. She could feel her pulse pounding behind her face. Her mouth was open, but she couldn’t make a sound. Black spots danced in front of her eyes, yet still they stared at each other. Recognizing each other, maybe for the first time ever.

Maybe for the last time.

What a way to die, looking into the face of this beautiful boy. What a gift.




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Crazy woman living in an undisclosed location in Alaska (where the need for a creative mind is a necessity!), I have been writing since …, forever? Yeah, that sounds about right. I have been told that I remind people of Lucille Ball – I also see shades of Jennifer Saunders, and Denis Leary. So basically, I laugh a lot, I’m clumsy a lot, and I say the F-word A LOT.

I like dogs more than I like most people, and I don’t trust anyone who doesn’t drink. No, I do not live in an igloo, and no, the sun does not set for six months out of the year, there’s your Alaska lesson for the day. I have mermaid hair – both a curse and a blessing – and most of the time I talk so fast, even I can’t understand me.

Yeah. I think that about sums me up.

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Stylo Fantome’s THE BAD ONES Release Day Blitz

The Bad Ones
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1. I am concerned about my mental status after reading this book
2. I am concerned about my mental status after reading this book
These 2 reasons are enough. I freaking loved this story.  I feel I love dark romances a little more than I should.  This was such a beautifully written story. I am not artsy with my words on explaining this book, hence why I review and not write. I have no illusion in this matter. That being said I also don't like to give spoilers in my review. And sometimes I have no other way to explain a book.
Dulcie Travers - She is a sophomore in the small town of Fuller, West Virginia.  She lives on the wrong side of the tracks in a mobile home with her mother, step-father & half-brother, Matthew Reid. Dulce's family is a f****d as she is. Her mother has sex for drugs for which her step-father sells. Her half-brother is well known around town as being a meth head and people wonder if Dulcie is the same.  Oh yeah, her brother has a thing for Dulcie.
Constantine "Con" Masters- Fuller High's senior star quarterback, son of the town Mayor.Most likely going to draft to the NFL after school. All the girls want to become "Mrs. Constantine Masters".  He has the perfect life........or does he.  And little does anyone know, he is obsessed with Dulcie.
These two unlikely souls have more in common than anyone could ever dream of. From the moment they collided together , something happened. For no reason other than to have al little fu, Dulcie covers for Con when he is accused of setting a fellow football players car on fire,  Thus putting these two into an odd, you can't even call it friendship. They just are.  Again, never had the silver tongue for words.
Something happens between them, then school ends, Con goes to college out of state and Dulcie is left stuck in her dismal life. Thankfully she has her photography and drawings to keep her from completely losing it.  Once Con leaves, Dulcie feels lost. He is the only one to get her.
The following year, Dulcie is a senior, kinda sorta has a boyfriend, Jared Foster. He wants to move the next level and Dulcie wants nothing to do with that. The thought of having sex with Jared causes her to want to vomit.  There is a party going on that Jared wants to go with Dulcie, in the woods. She knows what he wants to happen. She tries to get out of it until she hears the Con is supposed to be there.
What do these two different people have in common. Who are the bad ones? I was a fan of these two characters from this very beginning, again I am concerned about my mental status. I felt like I was in a new hybrid version of True Romance meets Bonnie & Clyde story.
I can't gush enough about this story, but I have to be be vague as I won't be able to not give spoilers.
Bravo Stylo!!!!

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