Niall, broken after losing his wife, just doesn’t care about anyone anymore. Brooklyn wants to make her assaultees pay and Mateo hates his captor with every fibre of his being especially when Niall locks Brooklyn up too. The three of them are all set on slaying their demons. And a broody, mysterious man locked up with her. Until the promise of Coco Pops are thrown in the mix. Going from one cage to another does not make a happy Brooklyn. Feeling drawn to her type of crazy, Niall decides to find out what she’s made of and buys her freedom. It’s here that Niall first lays eyes on her. Taken to some crazy club where rich people pay to see unseemly things, Brooklyn is put in an arena to fight to the death.

When Brooklyn finds herself captured by some bad guys, little do the bad guys know that she is even worse than them. “I don’t die on the ground like a pigeon fallen from its perch, I die like a warrior with fire blazing all around me and the whole world roaring my name!“ and Brooklyn has an innocence to her but also a murdery side so those clash quite humorously. Mateo is Niall’s prisoner, also a bit crazy. If you’ve read The Brutal Boys’ of Everlake Prep you will have already been introduced to Niall. All three have demons from their past and all three handle them the same way( the stabby way). All different but all have one thing in common. The Death Club follows three characters: Brooklyn, Niall, and Mateo. Susanne and Caroline can write anything and I will love it. So I think I’m gonna join The Death Club and let my freak flag fly. Every day is anarchy and that’s my favourite flavour. Want to know another one? I quite like it here. Don’t ask them or they’ll send me back to that creepy asylum where they gave me the crazy pills. Which is a freaking insult by the way as I’m already the best killer in town. I can’t decide which I want most.Īnyways, my hot, tattooed, muscular insane Irish captor thinks I might make a good hit woman once he trains me up. He either wants to kiss me or choke me out. I call him Dead Man on account of his soulless eyes. Oh and there’s another dude down here who lives in a cage and doesn’t talk. I was kidnapped, sold, sold again, stuck in a death game, sold AGAIN and now I’m living in a serial killer’s basement.

I wished for my life to get better, but it didn’t. I know killing technically doesn’t start with a C – but wouldn’t life be better if it did? Just like it would be better if the Devil was my boyfriend, Santa wasn’t a d*ck and I didn’t live under a bridge. Author: Susanne Valenti and Caroline Peckham

The Death Club by Caroline Peckham