Story cover for My Coat Torn Apart by Mad_Monke
My Coat Torn Apart
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Ongoing, First published Feb 02
Mature
𝕋𝕙𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒 𝕔𝕣𝕚𝕞𝕖 𝕓𝕠𝕤𝕤 𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕓𝕠𝕠𝕜𝕤 𝕨𝕒𝕤𝕟'𝕥 𝕞𝕪 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕤𝕥 𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕒. 𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕𝕟'𝕥 𝕖𝕟𝕛𝕠𝕪 𝕚𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕤.

May Creedence lives in a future that looks suspiciously like the past: Prohibition is back, women's rights are dead, and good books are just as illegal as booze. Anything that suggests a woman can come or complain is banned outright.

So naturally, her secret book club meets in speakeasies to read smut and female rage.

But sneaking literature through back rooms and whiskey dens puts her in the path of the Red Priest: a crime lord, a bootlegger, and a chauvinistic grump with a taste for control and no patience for idealists. He thinks power is something you take. She thinks she can demand it from him.

He wants to teach her a lesson.
She wants to teach him respect.

But power is intimate. Hate even more so. And May is about to learn exactly what she's willing to sacrifice for both.

𝙈𝙮 𝘾𝙤𝙖𝙩 𝙏𝙤𝙧𝙣 𝙊𝙥𝙚𝙣 is a dark, sharp-edged novella that delivers romance with plot, spice with bite, and a power struggle worth the burn. Perfect for readers who like their tension thick, their banter wicked, their men difficult, and their women worse.
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