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June 28, 2016
#Tuesdaybookblog: Some Girls Bite by Chloe Neill #Review
First in a brand new series about a Chicago graduate student's introduction into a society of vampires.Sure, the life of a graduate student wasn't exactly glamorous, but it was Merit's. She was doing fine until a rogue vampire attacked her. But he only got a sip before he was scared away by another bloodsucker and this one decided the best way to save her life was to make her the walking undead.
Turns out her savior was the master vampire of Cadogan House. Now she's traded sweating over her thesis for learning to fit in at a Hyde Park mansion full of vamps loyal to Ethan 'Lord o' the Manor' Sullivan. Of course, as a tall, green-eyed, four-hundred- year-old vampire, he has centuries' worth of charm, but unfortunately he expects her gratitude and servitude. But an inconvenient sunlight allergy and Ethan's attitude are the least of her concerns. Someone's still out to get her. Her initiation into Chicago's nightlife may be the first skirmish in a war and there will be blood.
Kory's Thoughts:
ERMERGERD! Where the hell have I been? I know this book came out years ago, but I'm just now discovering this series and I LOVED this book. It had super sexy stuff, which was fun (of course), but mostly it was the voice! Merit was sassy and smart and her chemistry with the BFF and her transition into vamp life was flawless. The whole time I read it I kept thinking "If I was going to write a story like this...it would be like this!" Anyone who has read the Jesse books KNOWS I love some snarky girls and snappy dialogue, so this resonated with me immediately.
So much so that I picked up books 2 and 3 in this series and plan to tear into them immediately.
Five out of five sassy stars.
June 24, 2016
#Fridayreads: A Poem by Alice Notley
Perhaps Not For YouRelated Poem Content DetailsBY ALICE NOTLEY
There isnoaudiencebecausethere isno audience.
So if you speak only toimagined beingswhat does "only" mean?
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This building formerly a restaurant . . .this small room has been scraped of its paint and denuded of most former furniture: but also it has grown in size—can a building be enticed to grow? Because it is now as big as an airplane hangar.
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Your beautiful face unbloodied beneath flies
Mother of flies your beauty to turn to. If only the audiencecould see howyou are peaceful and the flies languid, glossy
But the audience will still bring its own feelings to these words
not seeing you not seeing what I am present for.
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Who has left me here, I have.
Who are your familiars
Come into the enlarging page if you dare
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Because he invented your shape I do mean structure
because he invented you badly
everything is still hidden.
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I was to impale myself on aquadrangularsteel rod, with a blunt end with a blunt end which would make puncture more difficult and I tried—it's too hard. I can't Okay said the voice. I can't Okay
then I was weeping But it's blood! I'm crying blood! I screamed
That's part of itsaid the voice.
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I think this is hard.(That's part of it)
How they prefer him must go.
I think this is difficult singing
Length and repetition create power
If this voice can return like a body
It resembles something that's already been,
Changing.
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Chestnuts brokenautumnal fungiso you will remember, that it's fall outside falling. you'll go down
this is no story for the puling social classes No not at all it's for us my familiars say who let me weep blood on their ground.
There isnoaudiencebecausethere isno audience.
So if you speak only toimagined beingswhat does "only" mean?
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This building formerly a restaurant . . .this small room has been scraped of its paint and denuded of most former furniture: but also it has grown in size—can a building be enticed to grow? Because it is now as big as an airplane hangar.
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Your beautiful face unbloodied beneath flies
Mother of flies your beauty to turn to. If only the audiencecould see howyou are peaceful and the flies languid, glossy
But the audience will still bring its own feelings to these words
not seeing you not seeing what I am present for.
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Who has left me here, I have.
Who are your familiars
Come into the enlarging page if you dare
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Because he invented your shape I do mean structure
because he invented you badly
everything is still hidden.
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I was to impale myself on aquadrangularsteel rod, with a blunt end with a blunt end which would make puncture more difficult and I tried—it's too hard. I can't Okay said the voice. I can't Okay
then I was weeping But it's blood! I'm crying blood! I screamed
That's part of itsaid the voice.
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I think this is hard.(That's part of it)
How they prefer him must go.
I think this is difficult singing
Length and repetition create power
If this voice can return like a body
It resembles something that's already been,
Changing.
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Chestnuts brokenautumnal fungiso you will remember, that it's fall outside falling. you'll go down
this is no story for the puling social classes No not at all it's for us my familiars say who let me weep blood on their ground.
June 23, 2016
#Thursdaytreat: Here's What You Missed: #Blog Tour Recap and #Giveaway
Did you miss this week's fun posts?
We've got an interview over at Mello and June, It's a Book Thang.
What would happen if Jesse Sullivan met the Winchester boys? Find out.
A guest post for who I'd cast in the Jesse and crew movie, over at Urban Fantasy Investigations
And a book spotlight to boot.
Don't forget that all of these posts have a rafflecopter giveaway attached. I hope you'll play along and satisfy my sick desire to give you ALL THE THINGS. ;)
Until next week,
Kory
We've got an interview over at Mello and June, It's a Book Thang.
What would happen if Jesse Sullivan met the Winchester boys? Find out.
A guest post for who I'd cast in the Jesse and crew movie, over at Urban Fantasy Investigations
And a book spotlight to boot.
Don't forget that all of these posts have a rafflecopter giveaway attached. I hope you'll play along and satisfy my sick desire to give you ALL THE THINGS. ;)
Until next week,
Kory
June 21, 2016
#Tuesdaybookblog #Vlog: Upcoming #Giveaway and News
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June 17, 2016
#Fridayreads: A Poem by Eileen Spinelli
First Saturday in JuneRelated Poem Content DetailsBY EILEEN SPINELLIFifty-nine days to go.
I can't find my purple beach towel.I can't even get to my closetwithout walking acrossa sea of dirty socks.
Mom pokes her head into my doorway,says:“Time to clean your room, Sophie.”And I have to admitshe's right.
And it's not that cleaning my roomis the worst thing to do.It's just that there are so many otherbetter things to do,like—painting my toenails Strawberry Pink,eating a huge stack of Uncle Joe's pancakes,dreaming of riding the Ferris wheel,thinking up a story to tellaround the campfireon Scary Story Night,painting shells,riding waves . . .all the fun, wonderful,sandy, sunny things we doat Summerhouse Time.
I can't find my purple beach towel.I can't even get to my closetwithout walking acrossa sea of dirty socks.
Mom pokes her head into my doorway,says:“Time to clean your room, Sophie.”And I have to admitshe's right.
And it's not that cleaning my roomis the worst thing to do.It's just that there are so many otherbetter things to do,like—painting my toenails Strawberry Pink,eating a huge stack of Uncle Joe's pancakes,dreaming of riding the Ferris wheel,thinking up a story to tellaround the campfireon Scary Story Night,painting shells,riding waves . . .all the fun, wonderful,sandy, sunny things we doat Summerhouse Time.
June 14, 2016
#Tuesdaybookblog: Happy Release Day! #Amwriting
Knowing what you know now of writing, publishing, and putting your art out into the world, if you could go back to the day you sat down to start typing in your very first manuscript, what words would you offer to yourself? Words of encouragement? Words of advice? Caution against certain pitfalls? Would you change anything about how you got to where you are today? The publishing community is so much bigger than it was before the self-publishing boom and it continues to grow exponentially every day. Unfortunately, it doesn’t come with a handbook or support group. #AmWriting is a collection of letters written by authors from all different corners of the publishing community. The letters provide words of encouragement or advice to those just starting out or those who have become discouraged in their art.
100% of the net proceeds of #AmWriting will be donated to The Wayne Foundation, a charity dedicated to offering aid and services to young women victimized by illegal sexual exploitation and the sexual trafficking of minors. For more information about The Wayne Foundation, you can visit them on the web at http://waynefdn.org.
#AmWriting features letters from more than 70 authors, including Jeaniene Frost, T.J. Michaels, Kendall Grey, yours truly, and many more!
Get your copy here.
June 12, 2016
#Mondayblogs: The Tour Continues!
Here we are! Still plucking away at this month's blog tour. In case you missed it, last week kicked off the Worth Dying For tour, complete with awesome content and your chance to win books, money and fun things in between.
For those of you following along, this is our line up this week:
June 14 Jesse Sullivan Meets Sam and Dean WinchesterI Smell Sheep http://www.ismellsheep.com/
June 16 SpotlightBookwormBridgette's Worldhttp://bookwormbridgette.blogspot.com
June 17 InterviewMello and June, It's a Book Thang! http://mellojune.blogspot.com
and if you're late to the party, here are the links from last week:
June 6 Cocktail recipe to really raise you from the grave!Roxanne’s Realm www.roxannerhoads.com
June 7 SpotlightThe Recipe Fairyhttp://recipe-fairy.weebly.com/
June 8 SpotlightHart's Romance Pulsewww.HartsRomancePulse.com
June 9 Spotlight3 Partners in Shopping, Nana, Mommy, and Sissy, Too!http://3partnersinshopping.blogspot.com/
June 10 "5 Things You Should Know about Jesse Sullivan"Brayton's Briefs www.stephenbrayton.wordpress.com
June 10, 2016
#Fridayreads: A Poem by D. Nurkse
The ChimeRelated Poem Content DetailsBY D. NURKSEWhen death stands in your doorway, you must show no weakness. If he points at his watch, answer “in five minutes.” If he insists, murmur “just a minute.” When he bridles, whisper “half a minute,”
“a second,” “half a sec,” “one moment.”
You mustn’t look him in the eye. But don’t avert your gaze. Glance decisively at the bridge of the nose or the moist place right below the lips.
If he unfolds a map, please don’t express a preference for the seashore or the mountains. Betray no longing or anxiety. You might tap the margin nonchalantly, if there is a margin.
There’s an old superstition that death is a healer, he brings peace, escape from corruption. On the contrary: he is not a person, an animal, an insect, not even a pebble. Not even a name. Not an event. Not a whiff of night air.
So why, ask yourself, does he fidget there, with that peevish “can’t we meet each other halfway” expression, in those absurd Goodwill clothes, baggy corduroy suit, pants and jacket the same color but different wales, so often folded the seams are white as chalk lines, fat two-tone white-and-beige golf shoes with cleats, nylon argyle socks, like someone’s idea of an encyclopedia salesman from the nineteen thirties?
And why is the street behind him so fascinating, empty as a stage set, a few vans double-parked, a cat hiding under one, sometimes the flicker of the tip of a tail, sometimes the glint of the eye itself, voracious, ecstatic?
You mustn’t look him in the eye. But don’t avert your gaze. Glance decisively at the bridge of the nose or the moist place right below the lips.
If he unfolds a map, please don’t express a preference for the seashore or the mountains. Betray no longing or anxiety. You might tap the margin nonchalantly, if there is a margin.
There’s an old superstition that death is a healer, he brings peace, escape from corruption. On the contrary: he is not a person, an animal, an insect, not even a pebble. Not even a name. Not an event. Not a whiff of night air.
So why, ask yourself, does he fidget there, with that peevish “can’t we meet each other halfway” expression, in those absurd Goodwill clothes, baggy corduroy suit, pants and jacket the same color but different wales, so often folded the seams are white as chalk lines, fat two-tone white-and-beige golf shoes with cleats, nylon argyle socks, like someone’s idea of an encyclopedia salesman from the nineteen thirties?
And why is the street behind him so fascinating, empty as a stage set, a few vans double-parked, a cat hiding under one, sometimes the flicker of the tip of a tail, sometimes the glint of the eye itself, voracious, ecstatic?
June 8, 2016
#WIPit Wednesday: Louie's Novel #amwriting
So most of you know me because you love (or hate) a snarky young lady by the name of Jesse Sullivan. The novel I'm currently working on has nothing to do with Jesse though.
*ducks the soda cans and beer bottles and mismatched shoes*
I know, I know! You just want me to shut up and write you another Jesse book. Well the next one is coming in November, okay? Gah! So demanding!
In the meantime, I happen to be writing about another totally bad ass novel. This novel is super weird so far. It's got three third person POVs and its more of a crime thriller than the Jesse books, which is more fantasy.
Anyhoo, I thought you guys might want to know what I was working on, so I've included a rough (emphasis on rough) chunk of the story here for you to enjoy.
So what do you think? Could you ever love Lou as much as you love Jesse? Could you dig a crime-thriller with light fantasy vibe?
***He wailed and fought her hold, throwing a blind elbow strike which she ducked easily, given the difference in their heights and his sluggish movements. Fortunately, she only needed to hold onto him for a heartbeat.She pulled him through the dark.Once the fresh air hit her, she stopped clinging to Castle and let him tumble to the grassy knoll at the edge of the lake. His drunk ass hit the dirt and he cried out.The crickets fell silent at having their concert interrupted. The other night sounds swelled oblivious to their intrusion. So far into the wilderness, scuffles happened all night long. Beasts tearing apart one another wasn’t news worthy. So the night went on.An owl hooting. A fish jumping up before belly flopping the surface of the water. Something on the opposite shore slid into the water, a silver trail cutting the surface behind it. Ducks maybe. She wasn’t sure. Surprisingly, despite all her gifts, Lou’s night vision was unremarkable.Castle pulled himself to his feet, clawing at the small of his back.“Looking for this?” Lou asked, pointing his gun at him. Mosquitos buzzed in her ears.Castle stopped slapping his lower back and his jaw fell open. “Oh fuck. It’s you.”That stopped her.“You’re Konstantine’s bitch.”She grimaced. “I’m no one’s bitch.”“No, you’re her. I’ve seen the fucking pictures. I thought he was just jumping at shadows and shit but look at you.” He waved a hand up and down her body. “Oh fuck, are you going to kill me?”She should’ve said yes. That was her intention. But she was hung up on the words fucking pictures.“God, I’m too high for this right now.” He ran his hands over his face. Then he dropped down by the lake and started splashing water on his face. His white cowboy hat with the fancy plume fell off of his head and into the water. He fished it out and shook water off of it before laying it aside. A strange expression seized his face.With a dawning horror, she realized he was going to puke.She lowered the gun. This was new. Usually when she came across a hired hand from the Martinelli drug ring, it had a predictable pattern. It began with threats.There was the name calling.The threat to kill off her family.Too late, she said to that one. You’ve already killed my parents. I’m here to return the favor.Or some variation. It was all pretty much the same. These men only had so many things to say.When they found her unmoved, they tried to strike first. Then she killed them and shoved their bodies and all the evidence into the water.The end.No one had ever recognized her before. Mentioned pictures before. Collapsed to their knees and started vomiting before the first threat was even made.“Jesus fucking Christ. What did I ever do to you?” he sounded as though he would cry.Lou lowered the gun even more. She kept the pistol cupped in her hands, ready to raise and shoot at any moment. She thought the best way to proceed in an uncertain situation was to check her facts. “You worked for the Martinellis. You were a mule, pulling large shipments across the borders wherever they sent you. You were in Galveston but you’ve migrated north.”“What does that got to do with you?”“You’re still selling drugs even after I wiped out he Martinellis.”“Why you got to kill me?” He turned and heaved in the lake again. When he stopped heaving, he added, “Like you said, I’m just a mule.”“I don’t like drugs.”“Fuck, then don’t do them!” he said with a wild shrug. “I never held you down and forced you, did I?”“Good point.” Lou forced a smile. “I’ll cut you a deal.”The man begged. Literally begged on his hands and knees. Hands clasped.“You stop muling and I won’t kill you.”His Adam’s apple bobbed in the moonlight.“You don’t like my deal, Jimmy?”Jimmy ran his hands down the front of his pants. “Come on, man. Be reasonable.”She pistol whipped him.Castle touched two fingers to his bloody cheek. It was swelling a dark purple in the moonlight. “If I quit I’m as good as dead. Konstantine will cut off my balls and stuff them up my ass.”“Whoever he is he’s just another roach that’ll run under the fridge when the light comes on. I’ll get to him. Maybe I’ll get to him next.”His bald head gleamed in the moonlight. “He’s no roach. He’s the new Martinelli.” “There’s no Martinelli,” she raised her gun and pointed it between his eyes. “I killed every last one.”“You’re wrong,” he said. He seemed soberer now with all his alcohol floating as a film on the lake’s surface. “Konstantine was some bastard from Greece. Piero’s illegitimate son or some shit. When you killed off his father and brothers, he stepped right up to the plate and took everything over. He’s running the game now. And he’s scarier than any fucking Martinelli. The things I’ve heard about him, you wouldn’t believe it. Truly fucked up shit.”“And he has pictures of me?”Castle tugged the damp hat back onto his head. “He sent them around. I thought it was a story to keep all the good little mules in line. But here you are and you look just like your fucking pictures.”Keep the good little mules in line.Because they hadn’t been in line. Lou saw the infighting herself. But she thought the chaos was simply the result of her murdering everyone in charge. She’d cut off the thumb holding them down and now every dealer with an ounce of ambition was vying for his position on top.Of course this Konstantine would have to be a bloody bastard. He’d never reestablish the pecking order and fist of power his family had built with a soft tactic. The clans and other crime families would eat him alive. Her eyes narrowed on the man at her feet. This was too much to think about now. Too many angles to consider. She had to think. “Get up,” she said.“Oh come on.” Castle pulled himself to his feet. “Please don’t fucking kill me. You want money? I’ve got—” his voice broke and his face screwed up like he was going to burst into tears.“Don’t cry. It pisses me off,” she said.“Please.”“I’m not going to kill you,” she said, announcing her decision.“You’re not?” Castle’s face lit up. “What’s the fucking condition?”“The condition is you never saw me,” she said. “If you tell anyone you saw me, I’ll come back for you. And I’ll have time to think of something worse than cutting off your balls and stuffing them up your ass. Thanks for the idea, by the way.She stepped into the shadow of the tree and slipped, leaving Castle with wide glassy eyes.She didn’t go far. Across the way she peered from beneath a Sitka pine. He turned a circle, searching. He went to the tree where she’d just been and looked beneath it as if expecting to find her there. When he seemed satisfied that she had left, he ran lifted his hat and ran a hand over his gleaming bald head again, before walking south, away from the moon-filled water.She wasn’t going to let him go far.If he kept wandering his current direction, he wouldn’t last two days. There was nothing but Alaskan wilderness that way. If he’d managed to stumble east by accident, he’d find the town three miles away and wonder how he’d gotten from Austin to Alaska in a single bound. No.She loved this spot. It had taken her a long time to find one that fit her travel criteria so perfectly. And if she let him find the town he might be able to find his way back.She slipped through the trees, staying on his heels as he navigated the forest. Coyotes yipped nearby catching her scent and no doubt Castle’s. It didn’t matter. As soon as he passed beneath the next shady limb she was going to grab him.The arm of a mighty fir stretched overhead. As soon as the shadow passed over his body, she grabbed him. He yelped, as expected. And was still yelping when she dropped him on the sidewalk beside the downtown alley. She ducked out of sight before he could turn and look for her.Let him think she’s a ghost. Or a bogey of some sort.Power was only powerful when no one knew how much you really had. It was better if they believed her to be invincible. She was in trouble if they realized just how many limitations she had.From beneath an awning across the street, she watched Castle clamber to his feet and turn in all directions. He peered into the dark alley, searching for her. Some of his friends called from the club’s entrance and he turned, wide-eyed and bewildered. He lifted his hat and ran a hand over his bare head.Lou smiled.
Run rat run, she thought, watching him disappear into the throng of sweaty people feeding on the night.
*ducks the soda cans and beer bottles and mismatched shoes*
I know, I know! You just want me to shut up and write you another Jesse book. Well the next one is coming in November, okay? Gah! So demanding!
In the meantime, I happen to be writing about another totally bad ass novel. This novel is super weird so far. It's got three third person POVs and its more of a crime thriller than the Jesse books, which is more fantasy.
Anyhoo, I thought you guys might want to know what I was working on, so I've included a rough (emphasis on rough) chunk of the story here for you to enjoy.
So what do you think? Could you ever love Lou as much as you love Jesse? Could you dig a crime-thriller with light fantasy vibe?
***He wailed and fought her hold, throwing a blind elbow strike which she ducked easily, given the difference in their heights and his sluggish movements. Fortunately, she only needed to hold onto him for a heartbeat.She pulled him through the dark.Once the fresh air hit her, she stopped clinging to Castle and let him tumble to the grassy knoll at the edge of the lake. His drunk ass hit the dirt and he cried out.The crickets fell silent at having their concert interrupted. The other night sounds swelled oblivious to their intrusion. So far into the wilderness, scuffles happened all night long. Beasts tearing apart one another wasn’t news worthy. So the night went on.An owl hooting. A fish jumping up before belly flopping the surface of the water. Something on the opposite shore slid into the water, a silver trail cutting the surface behind it. Ducks maybe. She wasn’t sure. Surprisingly, despite all her gifts, Lou’s night vision was unremarkable.Castle pulled himself to his feet, clawing at the small of his back.“Looking for this?” Lou asked, pointing his gun at him. Mosquitos buzzed in her ears.Castle stopped slapping his lower back and his jaw fell open. “Oh fuck. It’s you.”That stopped her.“You’re Konstantine’s bitch.”She grimaced. “I’m no one’s bitch.”“No, you’re her. I’ve seen the fucking pictures. I thought he was just jumping at shadows and shit but look at you.” He waved a hand up and down her body. “Oh fuck, are you going to kill me?”She should’ve said yes. That was her intention. But she was hung up on the words fucking pictures.“God, I’m too high for this right now.” He ran his hands over his face. Then he dropped down by the lake and started splashing water on his face. His white cowboy hat with the fancy plume fell off of his head and into the water. He fished it out and shook water off of it before laying it aside. A strange expression seized his face.With a dawning horror, she realized he was going to puke.She lowered the gun. This was new. Usually when she came across a hired hand from the Martinelli drug ring, it had a predictable pattern. It began with threats.There was the name calling.The threat to kill off her family.Too late, she said to that one. You’ve already killed my parents. I’m here to return the favor.Or some variation. It was all pretty much the same. These men only had so many things to say.When they found her unmoved, they tried to strike first. Then she killed them and shoved their bodies and all the evidence into the water.The end.No one had ever recognized her before. Mentioned pictures before. Collapsed to their knees and started vomiting before the first threat was even made.“Jesus fucking Christ. What did I ever do to you?” he sounded as though he would cry.Lou lowered the gun even more. She kept the pistol cupped in her hands, ready to raise and shoot at any moment. She thought the best way to proceed in an uncertain situation was to check her facts. “You worked for the Martinellis. You were a mule, pulling large shipments across the borders wherever they sent you. You were in Galveston but you’ve migrated north.”“What does that got to do with you?”“You’re still selling drugs even after I wiped out he Martinellis.”“Why you got to kill me?” He turned and heaved in the lake again. When he stopped heaving, he added, “Like you said, I’m just a mule.”“I don’t like drugs.”“Fuck, then don’t do them!” he said with a wild shrug. “I never held you down and forced you, did I?”“Good point.” Lou forced a smile. “I’ll cut you a deal.”The man begged. Literally begged on his hands and knees. Hands clasped.“You stop muling and I won’t kill you.”His Adam’s apple bobbed in the moonlight.“You don’t like my deal, Jimmy?”Jimmy ran his hands down the front of his pants. “Come on, man. Be reasonable.”She pistol whipped him.Castle touched two fingers to his bloody cheek. It was swelling a dark purple in the moonlight. “If I quit I’m as good as dead. Konstantine will cut off my balls and stuff them up my ass.”“Whoever he is he’s just another roach that’ll run under the fridge when the light comes on. I’ll get to him. Maybe I’ll get to him next.”His bald head gleamed in the moonlight. “He’s no roach. He’s the new Martinelli.” “There’s no Martinelli,” she raised her gun and pointed it between his eyes. “I killed every last one.”“You’re wrong,” he said. He seemed soberer now with all his alcohol floating as a film on the lake’s surface. “Konstantine was some bastard from Greece. Piero’s illegitimate son or some shit. When you killed off his father and brothers, he stepped right up to the plate and took everything over. He’s running the game now. And he’s scarier than any fucking Martinelli. The things I’ve heard about him, you wouldn’t believe it. Truly fucked up shit.”“And he has pictures of me?”Castle tugged the damp hat back onto his head. “He sent them around. I thought it was a story to keep all the good little mules in line. But here you are and you look just like your fucking pictures.”Keep the good little mules in line.Because they hadn’t been in line. Lou saw the infighting herself. But she thought the chaos was simply the result of her murdering everyone in charge. She’d cut off the thumb holding them down and now every dealer with an ounce of ambition was vying for his position on top.Of course this Konstantine would have to be a bloody bastard. He’d never reestablish the pecking order and fist of power his family had built with a soft tactic. The clans and other crime families would eat him alive. Her eyes narrowed on the man at her feet. This was too much to think about now. Too many angles to consider. She had to think. “Get up,” she said.“Oh come on.” Castle pulled himself to his feet. “Please don’t fucking kill me. You want money? I’ve got—” his voice broke and his face screwed up like he was going to burst into tears.“Don’t cry. It pisses me off,” she said.“Please.”“I’m not going to kill you,” she said, announcing her decision.“You’re not?” Castle’s face lit up. “What’s the fucking condition?”“The condition is you never saw me,” she said. “If you tell anyone you saw me, I’ll come back for you. And I’ll have time to think of something worse than cutting off your balls and stuffing them up your ass. Thanks for the idea, by the way.She stepped into the shadow of the tree and slipped, leaving Castle with wide glassy eyes.She didn’t go far. Across the way she peered from beneath a Sitka pine. He turned a circle, searching. He went to the tree where she’d just been and looked beneath it as if expecting to find her there. When he seemed satisfied that she had left, he ran lifted his hat and ran a hand over his gleaming bald head again, before walking south, away from the moon-filled water.She wasn’t going to let him go far.If he kept wandering his current direction, he wouldn’t last two days. There was nothing but Alaskan wilderness that way. If he’d managed to stumble east by accident, he’d find the town three miles away and wonder how he’d gotten from Austin to Alaska in a single bound. No.She loved this spot. It had taken her a long time to find one that fit her travel criteria so perfectly. And if she let him find the town he might be able to find his way back.She slipped through the trees, staying on his heels as he navigated the forest. Coyotes yipped nearby catching her scent and no doubt Castle’s. It didn’t matter. As soon as he passed beneath the next shady limb she was going to grab him.The arm of a mighty fir stretched overhead. As soon as the shadow passed over his body, she grabbed him. He yelped, as expected. And was still yelping when she dropped him on the sidewalk beside the downtown alley. She ducked out of sight before he could turn and look for her.Let him think she’s a ghost. Or a bogey of some sort.Power was only powerful when no one knew how much you really had. It was better if they believed her to be invincible. She was in trouble if they realized just how many limitations she had.From beneath an awning across the street, she watched Castle clamber to his feet and turn in all directions. He peered into the dark alley, searching for her. Some of his friends called from the club’s entrance and he turned, wide-eyed and bewildered. He lifted his hat and ran a hand over his bare head.Lou smiled.
Run rat run, she thought, watching him disappear into the throng of sweaty people feeding on the night.
June 6, 2016
#Mondayblogs: Last Call for A #Free Signed Copy of Worth Dying For #books #goodreads
Here we are folks!
This is the last day to enter the goodreads giveaway for my latest novel, Worth Dying For. Not sure you want a free signed copy of this book? (1. What kind of weirdo are you?! 2. Read the reviews and see if its for you)
"All hell broke loose again!!!! Holy crap, I don't think I had time to catch my breath because of the non-stop action." --Louise, Amazon Customer
"Kory never fails to deliver. Once again Jesse and her friends need to stop the worlds destruction. This book is more action packed than the last." --Leslie, Amazon Customer
"When I started this book, I was a little nervous I would have no idea what was going on. I’ve read the first book, Dying for a Living, but I haven’t had a chance to check the others out yet. I can honestly say, though, that I immensely enjoyed this book and didn’t feel lost at all. Kory does an amazing job making sure the reader is up to speed without ever slowing the story’s pace down to fill out the back story. Particularly after reading this book, I’m excited to go back and read the others. I also can’t wait for the next book!" Brandon Jett, author and Amazon Customer
Want more reviews, visit the Amazon page.
Here's the synopsis:
A supernatural suspense novel about a snarky anti-heroine and her motley crew trying to stop the unstoppable. The fifth novel in the popular Dying for a Living series, Worth Dying For picks up two months after the events of Dying Light. The gang is in New York and much to Jesse’s surprise, they are all still alive. Jesse, Ally, Rachel, Gideon and Maisie have managed to stay off of Caldwell’s radar for months. But when your enemy can control minds and teleport, there isn’t a safe place in the world where you can hide. They have a plan for stopping his genocidal reign, but it will require a 2500-mile road trip to Cochise, Arizona, the abandoned military base where it all began.
Good luck!
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Goodreads Book Giveaway
Worth Dying for by Kory M. Shrum Giveaway ends June 06, 2016.
See the giveaway details at Goodreads. Enter Giveaway
This is the last day to enter the goodreads giveaway for my latest novel, Worth Dying For. Not sure you want a free signed copy of this book? (1. What kind of weirdo are you?! 2. Read the reviews and see if its for you)
"All hell broke loose again!!!! Holy crap, I don't think I had time to catch my breath because of the non-stop action." --Louise, Amazon Customer
"Kory never fails to deliver. Once again Jesse and her friends need to stop the worlds destruction. This book is more action packed than the last." --Leslie, Amazon Customer
"When I started this book, I was a little nervous I would have no idea what was going on. I’ve read the first book, Dying for a Living, but I haven’t had a chance to check the others out yet. I can honestly say, though, that I immensely enjoyed this book and didn’t feel lost at all. Kory does an amazing job making sure the reader is up to speed without ever slowing the story’s pace down to fill out the back story. Particularly after reading this book, I’m excited to go back and read the others. I also can’t wait for the next book!" Brandon Jett, author and Amazon Customer
Want more reviews, visit the Amazon page.
Here's the synopsis:
A supernatural suspense novel about a snarky anti-heroine and her motley crew trying to stop the unstoppable. The fifth novel in the popular Dying for a Living series, Worth Dying For picks up two months after the events of Dying Light. The gang is in New York and much to Jesse’s surprise, they are all still alive. Jesse, Ally, Rachel, Gideon and Maisie have managed to stay off of Caldwell’s radar for months. But when your enemy can control minds and teleport, there isn’t a safe place in the world where you can hide. They have a plan for stopping his genocidal reign, but it will require a 2500-mile road trip to Cochise, Arizona, the abandoned military base where it all began.
Good luck!
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Goodreads Book Giveaway
Worth Dying for by Kory M. Shrum Giveaway ends June 06, 2016. See the giveaway details at Goodreads. Enter Giveaway
