No Place for Nice Guys by Brian DuBois

Looking for a modern version of those old-style, hard-boiled crime stories? Do you like your violence to be relentless and gory and intermingled with sex and guns and drugs? Then you have to check out No Place for Nice Guys. This is a collection of dark, horrifying thrillers. The literary equivalent of walking into a dark alleyway filled with crooks, rapists, and murderers looking to steal your money, your virtue, and your life.

No Place for Nice Guys is a neo-noir collection of 5 closely connected short stories packed full with ultra-violent gory action. It takes place in an anonymous setting called TOWN where the are no good guys at all. No nice ladies either. Just predators and their prey. Soon to be victims trying to exist among survivors….and one new guy. A vengeance driven thief and soon to be serial killer named Kingston. The best of these bad guys. A hero in a place where heroes were brought to be tortured and butchered.

The novel length sequel to this title is Kingston Toads the Hog.

Excerpt from the Book
Jeremy Hollingsworth’s garage was not attached to his home. In, fact it was pretty far removed and secluded. It was unfinished and barely big enough to store even a small car in. It leaned to the left, buried in a copse of trees about a hundred yards up a rutted trail that ran past his white gabled farmhouse. The garage was isolated and dark inside. Surrounded by at least five acres of farmland, forest, and pastures. But it still had everything I needed to hang a man to death. Which was why I was there to begin with.
When I stepped off the Hollingsworth property and back on to Town Route 8A, Jeremy was swinging from that garage’s rafters by his neck. Strangled to death with a noose I had fashioned from a bright orange, heavy duty extension cord. I was real good at tying knots and hitches. The US Navy had taught me well. I made sure to practice that art often.
Town’s short winter was supposed to be coming to an end, but a thin layer of crusted snow stubbornly lingered. I lit up a new Camel filterless to generate some heat around me. Then shoved my hands deep into the pockets of my leather coat. It was time to start walking back to my apartment over Mai-Mai’s used bookstore. Fuck. I needed to buy a car already. This constant walking in the cold, the wet, and the heat was getting tedious. A waste of time. Aggravating.

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