Friday, April 8, 2016

Chapter Reveal: Possess by Kaye Blue


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Expected Publication April 27, 2016

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No weakness.
Maxim has stayed alive—and on top—for twenty years through a ruthless combination of brains and brutality. He’s grown the Syndicate into one of the world’s most powerful criminal enterprises.
He cares for no one.
Except her.
The woman he never should have saved…the one who holds the remnants of his long-dead heart.
No limits.
Senna doesn’t know why Maxim spared her all those years ago, or why he’s kept her by his side. But she does know that nothing—not his beautiful cruelty, not the black void where his heart should be—can stop her from loving him. Wanting him.
Even though she shouldn’t.
No turning back.
Years of obsession sharpen to a knife’s edge when Senna begins to crave her freedom. And when an old rival discovers her existence, Maxim must fight to keep her alive, even as he battles his need to possess her completely…no matter the cost.






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Prologue
Ten Years Ago…
He stepped over the first body, careful to avoid the blood that pooled around it.
It was best not to make a mess, but as he looked around the room, his disgust rising with every passing second, he was reminded that the man who had come here before him not only had no concerns about making a mess, he reveled in doing so.
He looked around the room again, his face muscles twisting with his displeasure at what he saw. A small, tidy family room, pictures on the wall, a TV in one corner. The TV still played, but the screen was dimmed by the splattered blood that covered it.
He moved deeper into the house and maneuvered around the woman who lay in the middle of the floor.
He didn’t have to look closely to know that she, like the man at the door, was dead, so after a brief glimpse at her stiff, glassy-eyed face, he turned his attention to the scene unfolding in front of him.
“Get out here, you little bitch!”
He face muscles twisting even more, he focused on the man who had bellowed those words in a voice that vibrated with rage, menace, and more than a hint of excitement.
Santo Carmelli had centered himself in the narrow hallway, blocking any chance of exit. He was also frothing at the mouth, his entire body seeming to expand with rage—and anticipation—with each breath he took.
No different than usual, except now that Santo had had a taste of the violence he seemed to feed on, he wouldn’t be satisfied until he’d had his fill. And when Santo was like this, the two he’d already killed wouldn’t be nearly enough.
“No more, Santo. Let’s go,” Maxim said, keeping his voice calm, disinterested, and not letting his irritation come through, difficult as it was to hide it.
If Santo heard, he gave no indication, too far gone in the bloodlust that made him so valued by his superiors and such a pain in Maxim’s ass.
Santo let out an animalistic growl and began stomping down the hallway, uncaring of the gore that coated his shoes and hands.
Maxim didn’t follow immediately, and instead debated whether he should just end this now.
Santo, never a reasonable man, had gotten worse. Much worse. And it always fell on Maxim to clean up his messes, a task Maxim had more than tired of, a task made that much worse by Santo’s sloppiness and his inability to think when he was like this.
Maxim lifted his hand to the small but lethally sharp knife he kept in his waistband.
Finally being rid of Santo would be a relief, and would allow him to focus on more pressing issues. Santo was so distracted it would be easy to get close. Two quick slashes, and one of Maxim’s biggest annoyances and biggest potential rivals would be eliminated.
A tempting prospect, but one Maxim disregarded.
He was close, and all the pieces he needed for his takeover were in place. In a few weeks, the Syndicate would be his.
Then he’d deal with the Santo problem.
Until then…
“Santo,” he said, still calm, tone not betraying how close he’d been to ending Santo’s life.
His voice must have penetrated Santo’s blind rage, for he turned and looked at Maxim.
“Fuck off, Maxim. I’m busy,” he yelled.
“I can see that,” Maxim replied. “Busy and too fucking crazy to do this right. Go now, Santo.”
He shook his head. “No fucking way. She’s back there somewhere trying to hide from me.” As Santo spoke, he glared down the hallway, yelling even louder. Then, he looked back at Maxim, eyes wild with uncontrolled rage. “You think I’m letting this go? That bitch scratched me!” he said, gesturing at the gouges that marked his arms.
Good for her.
Santo probably hadn’t even felt it, but it was good that she’d fought back. Doing so had only pissed Santo off more, and only made Maxim’s already hard job harder, but Maxim didn’t care. A few scratches were nothing, but Maxim would welcome any victory against Santo, no matter how small and symbolic or how much it inconvenienced him.
“I’ll take care of it, Santo,” Maxim said, holding the other man’s gaze.
They were equals in the Syndicate, at least in name, and Maxim had no real authority to give orders, at least not yet. But while Maxim had no official authority over Santo, he had clout, influence, and support that Santo, despite how valued he was by certain members of leadership, did not. And even when he was like this, caught up in his rage and little else, Santo knew that.
Santo’s breath began to smooth out, some of the minuscule reason he had clearing the rage in his eyes.
He finally nodded. “You’re better at this than me anyway. Make it hurt,” he said as he brushed past Maxim and down the hall.
Maxim couldn’t really argue with Santo’s words. He was better, but he wasn’t a mad dog like Santo and he didn’t relish the idea of making someone suffer without good cause, wouldn’t do so simply because Santo had demanded it.
Once Santo was out of the house, Maxim began moving, only barely listening as the others who had entered began to clean the living room, instead focused on the hallway.
Three doors, all partially ajar, darkness spilling out from them.
Two bedrooms and a bathroom, Maxim assumed based on the layout common for houses in this area. This wasn’t the first time he’d been in a place like this, hunting for a person who’d had the misfortune of crossing the Syndicate’s, or Santo’s, path.
A shame, but a part of the job.
Maxim looked down the hall and quickly dismissed the door at the far end. If Maxim was right, and he’d been in this scenario far too many times to be anything else, the person Santo was chasing had planned to slip out behind him as he thrashed through the other rooms. So going to the far door wouldn’t give them the opportunity to get past him.
Which left the second bedroom or bathroom.
Both had merits.
The bedroom offered more places to hide, like the closets people were so fond of. But the bathroom had its own benefits. A window that might serve as an alternate escape, and all kinds of chemicals and cleaners that could do some damage if it came to that.
The scratches on Santo’s arms, the fact that she had gotten away, proved Santo’s prey was a fighter, so Maxim turned into the bathroom and pulled the floral shower curtain aside.
The girl was younger than him, twenty, maybe, and as he’d suspected, clutching a spray bottle of bleach so tightly that her brown fingers were turning white at the knuckles.
Her grip was so tight that it took a moment for her to react, but she did, loosening her hold and then squeezing the nozzle on the spray bottle. Her movements were jerky, panicked, and her aim was off, so the spray flew over Maxim’s shoulder and landed harmlessly behind him.
He glared at her, and her eyes widened but the rest of her body went stiff as she froze in place, staring back at him. Maxim watched her for a moment, two, saw as she debated whether to try to spray him again, saw her fingers twitch around the nozzle as she weighed the consequences of action or inaction.
Saw when she tightened her grip on the bottle.
She met his eyes, and Maxim stared back at her, curious as to what she would do. It felt like the longest time, but in reality it was only seconds. Long enough for Maxim to see that his perception of her as a fighter was true, and long enough for him to tire of their little standoff.
He pried the bottle from her hand and dropped it to the floor, staring at her, considering.
Her eyes were glassy and wet with unshed tears, but tears had long since lost the power to sway him. Maxim couldn’t say for sure if they ever actually had.
He watched her for a moment longer, unmoving. Everything he knew said he should have reached for his knife.
He didn’t.
Instead he grabbed the hand that had been holding the bleach and pulled her out of the shower.
She stared up at him, blinking rapidly, and Maxim could see the beat of her pulse at the base of her throat.
“Are you going to k-kill me?” she asked in a low whisper.
No witnesses. No loose ends. She was both.
The answer was easy.
Yes.
Maxim looked at her eyes again and then shook his head.
“No.”




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Kaye writes hot, gritty, suspenseful romance featuring alpha males and the women who love them.
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BLACKBIRD SUMMER
A Blackbird Summer Series Novel
Em Shotwell
Releasing April 5th, 2016
City Owl Press


When people fear the unknown, being Gifted is a curse.

In the cornerstone of the rural south, Brooklyn, Mississippi, no one dares make eye contact with the strange Caibre family. Until the rewards are worth the cost. The townsfolk come, cash in hand, always at night, to pay for services only a Gifted can provide.

No matter the Gifts prevalent in her family, at twenty-one, Tallulah is expected to follow the path laid out for her: marriage, babies, and helping her mama teach the family home school program. She’s resigned to live the quiet life and stay out of trouble…until she meets Logan.

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Love & Sisterhood: Tallulah & Delia

BLACKBIRD SUMMER is the story of a family of outsiders who are desperately trying to hang on to their place in a world that doesn’t have room for them. It touches lightly on prejudice and overcoming hate and the importance of family.
But at its heart, BLACKBIRD SUMMER is a love story. Not only does it focus on the story of star-crossed twenty-somethings Logan Hosteen and Tallulah Caibre, but it also tells the story of another kind of love. Central to the book is the most complicated form of love that there is: the love between sisters. Tallulah and Delia, like a lot of sisters, are night and day. They are summer and winter. They love each other fiercely—but on the surface they don’t have much in common outside of their crazy, strange family.

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Name- Tallulah Caibre
Age- 21 years old
Hair & Eye Color- Dark brown and always in a pony-tail. Her eyes are “Gifted” green.
Gift- Suggestion…maybe more.
If I could lock eyes with someone, I should be able to plant an idea in their subconscious. Like a seed, the idea should stretch out and grow, twining and snaking through their mind, covering it like a weed. In the end, sometimes days later, the person shouldn’t even realize the idea wasn’t their own.-Tallulah Caibre talking about her Gift.
Tallulah is the older sister. She is practical, hard-working, and even at 21, still kind of a tom-boy. Tallulah is smart as a whip, but a little awkward around “outsiders.” She dreams of doing more with her life, but because of the strict rules that govern her family, she doesn’t see how it’s possible. Of course…all of this changes during through the course of the summer…
allulah loves her sister but thinks that Delia is immature and a little shallow.
For Delia, every payday may meant a new purse or outfit, but I was fine with my cut offs and t-shirts, thank you very much. -Tallulah Caibre talking about her style.


Name- Delia Caibre
Age- 18 years old
Hair & Eyes- Medium brown and always flat ironed or curled. Her eyes are “Gifted” green.
Gift- Charm. And boy does she use it.
A sort of glazed look came over Shanon and I could practically see her will turn to mush, leaving her as pliable as clay, ready and wanting nothing more than to please my sister. The happy current of Delia’s Gift rolled off of her so strongly I could feel it from where I sat in the truck. I counted it as a not so small blessing that Delia’s Charm only worked on those unGifted.”- Tallulah Caibre, talking about Delia’s Gift of Charm.
Delia is the younger sister (and seems to be my readers’ favorite). She is a little bossy, fickle, but also loveable. Like her older sister, she is shrewd. But unlike Tallulah, Delia never meets a stranger. She speaks her mind and is always figuring out ways to get what she wants. She is up to date on fashion, her make-up is always “done” Every penny she earns is spent on outfits and bags. She loves her sister fiercely, but thinks that Tallulah can be a little bit of a downer and worry-wart.
I waited in the parking space while Delia strode across the lot, her hips moving from side to side, purposefully drawing the attention of anything with a Y chromosome. Two teenage boys stared as she moseyed by, their shared cigarette held between them, forgotten. Delia looked at them over her shoulder, lapping up the attention like a stray puppy.”-Tallulah Caibre, annoyed at her sister’s antics.



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She lives in South Louisiana with a husband who spoils her and two mini-superheroes who call her mom. When she isn’t writing about misfits and oddballs, she enjoys spending time outdoors hiking, and debating Doctor Who facts with her obsessed ten year old.


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Release Day Blitz w/Giveaway: Tutus & Cowboy Boots (Pt 2) by Casey Peeler

Title: Tutus & Cowboy Boots (Part 2)
Author: Casey Peeler
Release Date: April 8, 2016
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After an eventful Christmas break, Cadence Lewis is shaken to the core.  The life she lived in New York no longer makes sense. Faced with so many questions she runs to the only person who has ever listened to her. Now she has to decide how to say goodbye to the past, discover herself, and embrace a future in a life she never wanted.  Will Cadence be able to overcome the path she’s been given or will she take the easy way out?
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“Where are we going?” she asks.
“Oh, just to a little place I thought you might like,” I say quietly, as I turn onto the dirt road.
“Barrick Carpenter is this our spot?”
“If you want it to be.”
I park the truck and tell Cadence to wait while I grab a blanket and my jacket from the extended cab. Once I have the tailgate down and the blanket laid out. I walk around to the passenger side and help Cadence out. I lead her to the back and place my hands on her waist to lift her up onto the tailgate.
“Here’s another blanket in case you’re cold,” I say as I take a seat next to her.
“Did you know you were going to bring me out here tonight?” she asks with a slight grin.
“Maybe,” I say as I nudge her shoulder and the sweetest laugh escapes.
I take her hand as we lie back on the blanket and stare at the stars while we take in the peacefulness around us.
Cadence speaks up.  “You know how everyone makes a New Year’s resolution? ”  I nod in agreement.  “Well, I don’t want to make a resolution because I never follow through with them.  I want a genie to grant me a wish instead.”
“I don’t know a genie, but I know the next best thing,” I say as I look into the perfect Southern sky, and see a shooting star.
“Oh, my gosh, was that a shooting star?” she asks.
“Yep! Ever wished on one?”  She shakes her head no. I guess it’s hard to see a shooting start in the city with all the street lamps. “Now might be a good time.”
She closes her eyes, takes a deep breath and then opens them again.  Just then, the big man upstairs sends her a shooting star.
Tutus & Cowboy Boots – Released Dec 29, 2015
Cadence Lewis has been dancing since she could walk. Living in New York with her parents she has the chance to go to the best dance school in the country, but when her father does the unthinkable she’s forced to leave her dreams behind and move to a small southern town with her mom. Cadence is having a hard time adjusting to her new life when she meets Jade Carpenter. Jade starts to show Cadence that small-town life isn’t so bad, but when Cadence has a chance to go back to New York she is on the next flight and will do anything to get her old life back.
Casey Peeler grew up in North Carolina and still lives there with her husband and daughter.
Growing up Casey wasn't an avid reader or writer, but after reading Their Eyes Were Watching God by Zora Neal Hurston during her senior year of high school, and multiple Nicholas Sparks' novels, she found a hidden love and appreciation for reading.  That love ignited the passion for writing several years later, and her writing style combines real life scenarios with morals and values teenagers need in their daily lives.
When Casey isn't writing, you can find her near a body of water listening to country music with a cold beverage and a great book.