Review:: Love of the Egoist by Nero Seal







Title: Love of the Egoist Series: Egoist #1
Author: Nero Seal
Editor: Elizabeth Peters
Cover Design: Sublime Novels
Genre: Dark M/M Romance, Enemies2Lovers,
Psychological Thriller, Contemporary






?I wanted to play with you? punish you. But now, I want to ruin your world and turn it pitch black. Isolate you so you don?t have anything left except me. 

And remember, it?s your own fault.?
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Isolation. Loneliness. Endless silence stretching into eternity.
This is the personal living hell of police detective, Kuon Leiris.
His punishment for ruining the Black Duke?s deal.
But when nights come, it gets worse? 
Cruelty. Care. Brutality. Affection. 
Constant mind games where he can do nothing, but give in.
Yugo pours his every corrupt desire into his prey, testing the limits of their twisted relationship. 
Do you dare enter a dark world where safe-words don?t exist?




His foot stepped on the thick blue rubber, dipping under his weight.  A strong smell of sweat hit his nose, and he stepped back leaning on the doorframe.


Two wild animals, curling their backs in graceful poses, circled the room, inch by inch reducing the distance between them with every second. Their unblinking gazes locked together, muscles tensed and pumped with blood. Thick blue veins popped up under their sweaty skin.


Reflections danced in the kaleidoscope of surrounding mirrors, repeating their every move. The sunset painted a part of the blue rubber flooring in dirty orange, and the light streaming in from the panoramic window, coated their bodies in a warm golden glow. Several white towels lay about the gym.


The smaller man launched forward with a combo of fast strikes to his opponent?s torso, aiming for his solar plexus, liver, and floating ribs. His low kick tried to reach the back of Greg?s knee.


Greg shifted, evading the kick. His hands moved with enormous speed for someone of his size, repelling the attack. With a stony expression, he went for a counterblow. His heavy forearm aimed for the middle of Kuon?s biceps, seeking his pain point, trying to paralyze Kuon?s arm. Kuon raised his hand in a block. Greg?s assault skid along Kuon?s toned muscles toward his shoulder, without doing any serious damage. Kuon had to step back.

The strikes, reaching the skin, left red, swollen marks on half-naked bodies. Sweat trickled down Kuon?s spine, painting the denim fabric on his waist deep blue. Yugo saw his stomach slightly rising in a controlled breath. His eyes, glutted with attention, glued to Greg?s.


One part in Yugo wanted to demand an explanation, but curiosity took over. He wanted to see Kuon in action, wanted to see this beautiful body in the heat of combat, radiating threat. His arms crossed his chest.


Kuon changed his guard, raising his arms higher, protecting his throat where Greg had been aiming in his last lash, then adjusted the distance. His attack strategy altered to a series of high and low kicks. But his opponent had the reputation of one of the best fighters in Yugo?s milieu. He shifted left. Yugo jerked when a powerful kick hit the lower segment of Kuon?s left lung, throwing the detective back to the mirrored wall. Kuon gripped his middle and collapsed on his knees; his body shaking with a suffocating coughing.


Blood left Yugo?s face. He inched forward wanting to interrupt, but Greg approached Kuon first and outstretched his open hand. The smile playing on his brutish face was an unknown expression for Yugo. Kuon, gasping for air, returned the cheerful smile and put his own hand in Greg?s.


?You are opening your torso too much. Keep your elbows lower. My attack forced you to protect your throat, leaving your body unshielded. Keep your focus on my middle, don?t look in my eyes, don?t look for my movements. You are trying to predict them. Don?t. Let your instincts take over. Look for openings, opportunities. Leave your reflex for defense; use your brain for an attack. Wanna try again?? The bulky man pulled Kuon upright. In a second, the detective stood on his feet touching Greg?s shoulder with his bare chest.


Blood rushed in Yugo?s head, hazing his vision with a heavy veil of jealousy and anger. Drums pounded in his ears and in his throat, echoing in his fingertips when he stepped forward. He didn?t see two fighting studs anymore. He saw one stud wooing his bitch.






Journalist, poker player, casino events manager, designer, and SEO specialist, Nero Seal tried it all before committing to the idea of being an M/M fiction writer. Living in one of the most homophobic countries in the world, he has a lot to say. Being an avid traveler, he creates his imaginary worlds from the places he?s been and the people he?s met. Characters are always talking in his head, forcing him to write their stories, using his 49 kinks as the ultimate weapon of alluring. When the voices in his head aren?t slaving him around, he is drawing, hiking, and procrastinating important things in favor of momentary gratification.





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