Project Storm

Noah kills for money. Brett hides a life of crime behind a successful career. Officially, they both protect people from people like themselves. Unofficially, everything is falling apart. Until they meet. And it all gets worse…



Transgressive/literary fiction


No conscience, no problem. Crime, drugs and weather symbolism. Hurt me, I need to feel alive. This is a love story like crude oil is a tea. #ThatShouldNotBeHot. Nothing’s real anyway.


BRETT is chaos, wildfire, and the sweetest deception. His freezer is full of vodka and his head is full of everything all the time. He has an impressive collection of scars and the kind of smile that makes things happen. He is a predatory masochist, manipulative, vicious, and eloquent. He frequently dreams about the end of the world and wakes up curious. His moral standing is lying down and buried in a shallow grave. Death before drudgery and experience before everything.

NOAH is shadow, the tidal wave, and the unbreakable rock. He habitually gives up giving up smoking, and he takes coffee very seriously. He kills for money, but also because he needs to and because he can. He attaches no moral value to ending lives, but he leaves generous tips for the people behind the bar. He is always in control, even when he isn’t, and he’s done with everyone’s shit, including his own. His coat cost more than your car.