The Flesh Cartel #1: Capture

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    The Flesh Cartel: Capture
Copyright © 2012 by Heidi Belleau and Rachel Haimowitz
    Cover Art by Imaliea, http://imaliea.deviantart.com/
    Editor: Sarah Frantz
    Layout: L.C. Chase, http://lcchase.com/design.htm
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    ISBN: 978-1-937551-68-1
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    The Flesh Cartel: an international, multi-billion-dollar black market that trades in lost souls. Or more specifically, their bodies.
    Highly organized and frighteningly efficient, the Flesh Cartel could teach even the KGB a thing or two about breaking a human mind. Fortunately for their ultra-rich clients, they’re just as skilled at putting people back together again—as perfect pets, well-trained and eager to please.
    No matter what your secret tastes or dark desires, the Flesh Cartel—for the right price, of course—will hand-design the plaything of your dreams.

    In this first installment of the exciting new psychosexual thriller, The Flesh Cartel , orphaned brothers Mat and Dougie Carmichael are stolen in the night from their own home. Taken to a horrifying processing facility, they are assessed, microchipped, and subjected to unspeakable brutality—all in preparation for sale to the highest bidder.
    In a world where every person has a price, the beautiful and subduable PhD student Dougie is highly prized. His brother, a rough-edged MMA fighter, is less desirable—and potentially too dangerous—but he still has his own appeal.
    Abused and locked up under round-the-clock surveillance, with no idea where they are or even why they’ve been taken, escape seems impossible, which leaves staying together their only hope. And after being separated once by the foster system, they'll do anything to keep it from happening again. Anything at all.
    This title is part of the The Flesh Cartel serial story. New to Riptide Publishing’s serial fiction? Click here to learn all about it.

To Sarah Frantz, who was foolish enough to put us in the same room together without adult supervision. Hopefully, she’s learned her lesson.

Nikolai hated New York. The noise, the ostentation, the tacky boorishness of it all. But business was business, and in this business especially, rubbing elbows with the most depraved and disgusting underbelly of society was . . . a necessary evil. At least Panebianco ran one of the classier auction houses in North America. Also one of the larger ones—twelve procurement districts sold their wares here, and gods knew the Tri-State area was a haven for lost souls.
    Four lost souls in particular looked promising to him on this visit.
    He nodded to the doorman at the auction house and pressed his palm to the man’s handheld scanner.
    “Welcome, Mr. Petrovic,” the doorman said, respectful and