See The Evil: Natural Born Enemies

We don’t fight like cats and dogs. We’re bobcats and wolves. Tigers and bears. Pythons and King—motherfucking—cobras. But add in Dash, and I’m the Antichrist toying with an annoying, little ant. I will stomp her, squash her, and leave her as no more than a gut stain on the goddamn ground. 

~See The Evil,
Three Wise Men
Book 1

by Molly Grayson

Teasetastic Tuesday: See The Evil

I smile, allowing all the hatred in my heart to burn through in a blaze of fury, and stand to my full-height. I tower over him, an angry skyscraper to his pissant warehouse. “No.”

Keith falters, his facade fades. “What do you mean ‘no’?”

I shake my head, perversely amused. “I mean, no. I don’t answer to him. I don’t answer to you. If I want to do something, I’ll do it. If I don’t, I won’t. It’s that simple.”

Keith’s wrath rears its hideous head, and he hisses. “You think you’re God here. But you’re not. You’re a figurehead. Nothing more.”

I give Keith my back, showing his insignificance to me. “That’s where you’re wrong, little brother. I am God here. I clawed my way from the ground up. I earned everyone’s respect. Now, I’m the boss. I’m in control. If I want to watch you bleed, I’ll gut you, and they’ll”—I jerk my chin toward the door—“clean it up. I snap my fingers, and they’ll bury you so deep, no one will ever find you.”

Keith’s hand lands on my shoulder. I shrug it off as though it’s nothing, as if he’s nothing. “This is your warning, the only one you’ll get. Push me, and I’ll push back. I won’t kill you. You don’t get off that easy. I will fuck with you until you beg me to slice your throat. Then I’ll fuck with you until you slice your own goddamn throat. Got me?” 

~See The Evil,

Book 1 of The Three Wise Men Trilogy

by Molly Grayson

Molly's Teasetastic Tuesday Takeover (Part Two)

Hey everyone! Mia gave herself a much needed day off. So she asked me to takeover her blog for her—again.

Sigh. The things we do for those we love... 

Aw, I'm just messing around. I am super excited to be here. I mean, come on, it's Teasetastic Tuesday. Who doesn't love to be a tease once in a while? Or in my case, more than once in a while.

Bow chicka wow wow. 

Like last time, my unedited tease comes from Torn Between Twins (Tales of the Taken Bridesmaids Book 1). I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it.

Kisses,
Molly

* * * *

“Knock, knock?”

No answer. 

I glance around. The large, open space is desolate. Maya isn’t slaving away in the kitchen while Emery sits at the bar stuffing her face with Cheetos. There are no overgrown apes crowded around the dining room table and the living room couch looks lonely. No music blares from the Bose sound system. No tv plays ESPN in the background. It is freaky quiet.

“Anybody home?”

I laugh. Somebody has to be home.

“I know y’all are here somewhere. It’s like a Walmart parking lot party out front and there are no teenagers in sight.”

Still, no response. Just crickets.

I huff before hauling myself to the stairs and trucking it up to what is affectionately known as the Fuller Floor. It’s as empty as a pint of Ben and Jerry’s during PMS when I get there. “What the fuck is going on?” Turning, I trot back the way I came. “I’m talking to myself. That’sa what’s going on.” 

I head down the stairs. I’m halfway to the bottom when I notice—“Logan!” In my surprise, my foot misses the last couple of steps. I lurch and stumble. Logan rushes forward. He snags me before I make a total ass of my klutzy self. 

“Aw, you fell for me,” Logan jokes. His cheese factor catches me off guard again. I half giggle, half snort, which sends Logan into a fit of laughter. “That was pretty lame. Wasn’t it?” he asks.

“You have no idea, Lo.” 

The intrusion of Derek’s voice is the bitchslap to end all bitchslaps. Lost for words, I whip my head toward Derek. He grins. “Hi, baby.”

My gaze leaves Derek and darts to his twin. “Hey.” Logan winks. “Miss me, Riles?”

Déjà vu takes me away faster than a bottle of Calgon and a fifth of Jack. Every dream I’ve had in the past four days ended with “Miss me, Riles?” 

I want to sink to the floor and scream, “Yes! Yes! Yes!” I don’t. Instead, I extricate myself from Logan and back away…from both of them.