It’s easy to be a villain.
Or is it?
Domino Enviedhieri is a young magica user and aspiring entrepreneur stripped of his heritage, his dignity, and most importantly, his allowance. After being forced to battle a rampant demoness alongside his rival at the strip club where he works, Domino finally decides he’s had enough and wants to kill the bastard for stealing his well-deserved spotlight for the hundredth time.
With the help of his ethnically diverse crew, Domino embarks on an epic quest for ultimate power. Though the journey is riddled with dicks, demons, danger, and confusing sexual feelings for one’s best friend, Domino is determined to prove his greatness to the world and to himself.
But to beat the fiercest warrior in the enchanted Republic of Kitaria, there’s really only one power Domino needs to gain: his own sense of self-worth.
by Klara Raškaj
Publication date: June 18th 2019
Genres: Adult | Fantasy | LGBTQ+ | Romance
$4.99 $0.99 (Ebook), $14.99 (Paperback)
Disclaimer : Contains profanity, violence, and explicit sexual content.
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After shaking his head back into consciousness, Domino turned his face toward the person onto whom he’d been pushed by his most disliked traveling companion. He laid his eyes upon a pastel-yellow bishop-sleeve shirt with ornamental gold patterns around the edges and a muscular dark-skinned chest that peered from underneath. His face transformed into a look of otherworldly dread as the man’s lips smiled back at him.
“Gah!” Domino shrieked, falling back onto the floor. “You!” he barked, pointing at the man with his finger and glare.
“I-it’s all right, friend! It’s only me!” said the man, standing up from his chair to help Domino.
His jaw was square and masculine, yet his smile was kind. His skin was a warm copper-brown color. He had a buzz cut, an athletic build, and a large sword sheathed away on his back that hung off him by several leather straps. The whole world recognized him and his raging success in the endless battle against evil fiends across the globe. He was a hero by profession. Admired by many, despised by the rest, but most of all, he was feared. He was Zephyr Hugo.
Domino slapped Zephyr’s hand away and stood up by himself. “What? You came here to rub your giant magical sword in my face?”
“Of course not.” Zephyr chuckled, averting his bashful gaze. “I—I mean…I could show it to you if—”
“Why did you come to bother me while I’m at work?” argued Domino. “No—why did you come to bother me—period?”
“Well, uh…” mumbled Zephyr. “I know how much you hate charity, so I realized the best way to help you would be to pay you in exchange for your noble services.”
Domino’s face turned blood red. His eyes opened wide from the sheer amount of shock and embarrassment coursing through his body.
Zephyr presented him with a heavy coin pouch, smiling and blushing like a prepubescent boy confessing his feelings to his crush.
“Ooooooo!” the nearby spectators cheered.
Domino glanced at the drunkards with a fierce glare, wishing he had the balls to throw a beer stein at each and every one of them.
Zephyr continued to gaze at Domino with his hand stretched out, holding the coin pouch in front of him.
“Stop staring at me like that, you freak!” Domino shouted at him, his voice revealing a hint of anxiety among all the anger and discomfort. “I’m not gonna fucking sleep with you!”
“O-oh, no!” Zephyr replied, pulling back the pouch and placing his hand on his chest, unable to look Domino in the eye anymore, let alone keep his smile subdued. “You misunderstood me. I—I merely wanted to compensate you for your performance. Isn’t that how it works?”
A moment of silence filled the air around them, though it wasn’t much, considering how the rest of the club was still raving with noise from the music and the crowd’s cheers.
Domino took a bit of time to think about the proposal before answering. “Okay,” he grumbled, grabbing the pouch from Zephyr while keeping his glare pointed at him. “I’ll take the coins. But only ’cause I’m poor now.” He then tied the pouch around the side of his tight thong that slowly slipped down due to the excess weight. “Fucking shit…” he groaned as he tried to pull the thong closer to his hip bone, hoping it would stay on until he could store the pouch in a less inconvenient location.
Klara Raškaj is an author of hot and eldritch speculative romance. An epic journey, otherworldly creatures, fantastic lore, a tantalizing romance, a dash of bone-chilling horror, and a pinch of mystery is her not-so-secret recipe for a delectable literary treat. Her lifelong love of writing is second only second to her obsession with hazelnut milk and artisan soap.
What made you want to become a full-time writer?
Throughout my childhood, my parents and extended family kept discouraging me from pursuing writing as a career due to its lack of stability, and its incredibly low chances of success. For those reasons, I tried hard to suppress my desire for storytelling and convince myself that I wanted to do something that was more useful and desirable in the business world, such computer programming. However, after having started college as a Web & Mobile Computing major to please my family more or less, roughly around October 2017, I decided to finally admit to myself that writing was something I loved to do and was meant to do. And the first book I’ve published as a loud and proud full-time indie author is SPANK: Odyssey.
Have you reached out to agents and publishers first, or has self-publishing been your choice from the get-go?
After having done lots of research, I realized I didn’t need a publisher. I could do everything they’d do myself and keep all the money after taxation. Besides, publishers don’t like to waste resources on newbies, and no artist appreciates other people having the last word when it comes to their babies. So, yeah, I decided to go indie from the start.
Why did you decide to make the protagonist a villain?
Everybody was always saying it was easy to be evil and that being good was the hard part. Well, I’ve always felt like a villain trapped in the mind and body of a hero, and I begged to differ. Though, it got me thinking—what if I made the protagonist out to be a fiend and showed people that being a villain could have been just as difficult as being a hero? It’s not a novel idea, but it definitely enhanced the comedy.
Are the protagonist’s struggles something you drew from your own experiences?
Absolutely. My whole life, I’ve been struggling with the feeling of worthlessness, and resentment for not being acknowledged for my hard work and sacrifices. This book is, in part, me trying to convince myself that me and my opinions matter and that I shouldn’t dismiss my own accomplishments just because they weren’t validated by other people or because someone else is doing better than me.
What would you like people to take away from this book?
Don’t let other people define who you are or what you should be. Nobody can know your worth and capabilities better than you. The only person you need to be better than is who you were yesterday.
Domino Enviedhieri (Protagonist) Q&A
Why did you run away from home to become a stripper?
Okay, first of all, I didn’t run away to become a stripper. I left because I thought my parents would feel more comfortable sucking Zephyr’s dick if I wasn’t around. I became a stripper because I couldn’t find a “normal” job that wasn’t mind numbingly boring without a college degree and because at least as a stripper, I could get some exercise while getting paid at the same time. Plus, at least I feel somewhat appreciated there.
Why do you hate Zephyr so much?
Because he ruined my fucking life with his perfect grades, and his perfect smile, and his perfect fucking self that I’m supposed to strive to be like!
Who do you admire the most?
President Horatio Pumpkinhead. He’s the only guy in the world who deserves more praise and recognition for his work than me. If I had a daughter, I wouldn’t accept anyone else as a son-in-law.
Who’s your favorite teammate?
Other than me, I’d have to go with Sublivion. He’s the only decent friend I have, even though he’s forced to do what I say.
What’s your favorite leisure activity?
What’s the worst thing you’ve ever had to do at work?
Be a backup dancer. You gotta work just as hard, but everyone ignores you.
If you were an animal, which animal would you be?
A couple of years ago, if you’d have asked me that, I would have said “lion.” But now, I’ve realized lions are unproductive, lazy pieces of shit that don’t contribute to society. Now, I’d want to be an octopus. Eight limbs equal four times the speed and efficiency.
What are your plans after you get your revenge on Zephyr?
I don’t know. I’ve always wanted to start my own business. Maybe I’ll open up my own strip club someday. But not before that motherfucker gets what he deserves.
– Kindle 8
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