#azrielgreen

Based on Darling Red by @azrielgreen

To celebrate the release of Eight of Swords, I'm giving away TWO personalised signed copies! One paperback one HARDBACK!

TO ENTER:

🖤 Follow me 🖤 Reblog this post 🖤 Recommend me a dark romance, horror novel, or especially juicy fic you think I should experience, your girl is thirsty.

That's it! Winners will be chosen this coming weeked!

About the book:

⚔️ M/M Dark Romance 🌈 Aggressively queer 🩸 Gothic Horror 🖤 Slow Burn 🏚️ Found Family 🌙 Mutual obsession 🕯️ Secrets, monsters, and bloodshed.

Please consider making a post about the book if you feel so inclined! Quotes, reactions, reviews, playlists, moodboards, fanart, fanfiction, theories and unhinged screaming are all so very welcome here.

Word of mouth is how books like this thrive, and every recommendation genuinely helps. I want queer, fanfic-feeling books with big, unapologetic stories to reach as many readers as possible, and every post helps make that happen.

Good luck, and please use this giveaway as an opportunity to recommend me something devastatingly gay and hot, I really need it.

‘Listen real close when I tell you,’ Eddie says and he’s so in control, so steady. ‘That I will never not see you first thing in the morning and last thing at night.’

Steve swallows. His mouth feels dry and his palms feel hot. This… this isn’t what normal friends say to each other, and if they’re just going to be normal friends from now on, if Eddie’s going to get a job and a new life, he’ll make better friends than Steve. People who don’t need him this much. People who can spend the night alone.

People who don’t have holes in them.

‘Whatever, man,’ he mumbles, childish anger unable to break under the weight of this love between them. He tries to pull away, but Eddie’s grip is sure. He can’t pull away, he can’t leave.

‘Not whatever. Look at me.’ Steve does, he meets those dark brown eyes and feels gravity tug behind his navel. ‘I’m not leaving you alone.’

Steve’s eyes sting, his bottom lip begs to tremble.

‘Like I—like it matters,’ he tries to say, wants it to sound better than it does. ‘Everyone leaves, everyone—they all have lives, I get it.’

‘You’re my life,’ Eddie says, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. ‘You’re my home. You are where I will turn to, where I’ll always come back to. You’re my North, Steve Harrington.’

i’m not ready for it to be over, which is why i’ve put off finishing it for so long ! it’s ripped my heart out into seven million pieces and put them back together like thirty times already. “fuck off, pillow wall” just runs around my brain 24/7 and god forbid anyone ever says the words “little bit” in my presence…..

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‘Blood?’ Eddie says again.

Eyes black but for the slice of iridescent white in the centre. His teeth are sharp, his hands are weapons and Steve thinks maybe he’s made a mistake doing this without telling Eddie first.

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