✾Release Promotion for Phoenix by Cecilia London✾

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PHOENIX EBOOK

 

One epic love. Two wounded souls. Three impossible words.

Ripped away from each other by circumstances beyond their control. Reunited in a place they never expected. Separated but never quite apart.

“You’re still the only woman I see. The only woman I need. I know you’re in there somewhere, sweet Caroline. We’re going to find you and we’re going to help you, until you come home to me where you belong. Then we’re going to finish what we started. Together.”

Her confidence shattered, Caroline finally starts to deal with what happened at The Fed. Jack is determined to convince her that she’s more than she thinks she is. That she wasn’t destroyed by her experiences. That their relationship is worth the fight. But will he give up before it’s too late?

Phoenix is the fourth installment in The Bellator Saga. It should be read after the first three novels in the series.

 

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Cecilia London is the pen name of a native Illinoisan currently living in San Antonio, Texas. She’s filled several roles over the course of her adult life – licensed attorney, wrangler of small children, and obsessed baseball fan, among others. An extroverted introvert with a serious social media addiction, she is the author of The Bellator Saga, an epic, genre-crossing romance series. You can catch all of her quirky updates on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram, or at her website.

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BLOG TOUR! ✺✺ Amber Alert Series ✺✺ by Sara Schoen!

 

AMBER ALERT (Amber Alert Series #1)

 

**Mature Content Warning** Recommended for ages 17+ due to

violence and sensitive subject matter.

Anna was taken…

Taken from her home to live out a sick game that a guy has been

playing for the last ten years.

With no certainty that anyone is looking for her, and seemingly

hours away from home, she’s forced to play housewife with a man that has had

twelve other ‘wives’.

Each of them now dead…

With 12 rules and the obvious exits blocked, from the previous

girls attempts to flee. Is Anna’s only way out to play along and become a

‘loving wife’? Or will she die during the chase?

Would anyone even know what happened to her?

Or would she be labeled as a runaway?

And where is she in the

first place?

ABDUCTED (Amber Alert Series #2)

 

**Mature Content Warning** Recommended for ages 17+ due to

violence and sensitive subject matter.

Audrey Thomas had been raised by overprotective parents and is sick

of it…

After the kidnapping and recovery of her mother, Anna Cowles,

eighteen years ago, parents had a harsh awakening as they realized any child

could be taken for any reason.

New laws were set in place to protect children, but those same

children ignored the rules and went out of their way to get into trouble.

Audrey has always done what she wanted, no matter what the

consequences were…

But what happens when her choices lead her to being taken by the

one man people feared everyday for the last eighteen years, right up to his

execution.

Will she make it out like her mother did?

Or will she suffer the

fate of the previous twelve girls?

 

APPREHENDED (Amber Alert Series #3)

 

**Mature Content Warning** Recommended for ages 17+ due to

violence and sensitive subject matter.

There’s a copycat on the loose…

He’s playing the part of the notorious Steve Bennett, a serial

kidnapper and killer.

Twelve known girls have already been taken from all over the

country, but none have returned. With the orignial house of the mass kidnapper

and murderer destroyed, where is he hiding the girls?

Jessi Sparks is about to find out for herself…

This is the case she’s been waiting for, and she won’t let it

slip through her fingers. She will risk everything to finally put an end to

mass kidnappings.

But will she be risking

her own life?

 

“No! Andy…please!”

I was roughly shoved into the back of  a black car. The door slammed shut, the front door opened soon after and he got in. There was a click, as the car was locked. He threw the car into forward, and took off at an insane speed leaving everyone I knew and cared for behind.

I watched in terror as trees whizzed by, leaving the familiar surroundings behind as the road went from pavement to dirt and the buildings were replaced with large trees and fallen branches. I didn’t know where we were going, but I wanted to go home. The locks wouldn’t budge; the child safety lock prevented my escape the moment he had locked me in this god-forsaken car. I had lost my phone in the struggle, and I was stuck in here.

 There were scratch marks and dark spots on the seat. It looked as though someone had tried to claw their way out and I couldn’t blame them. Every hair on my neck were standing on end with fear blazing through me. My throat was sore from the screaming, but all the drivers had ignored my pleas for help. They simply kept driving without another sideways glance in my direction.

“Where are you taking me?” I asked again, my voice hoarse from the screams and crying. It was answered the same way, with silence that slowly crept in and made me shudder.

“Shut up!’

“Where are we going?”

“Be a good girl and take orders. Now shut up!”

I wished more than anything to be back at home and under my bed, away from him. The road turned to gravel as we came upon a rundown house, its shudders were falling of the hinges, but what caught me was the windows were boarded up. To prevent escape, I felt a shiver travel up my spine as the car came to a slow stop.

He got out of the car and didn’t unlock the doors until he was at the door. That small click would have brought me relief at any point in the car ride other than now. I pushed against the other side of the car as he reached one long hand in and grabbed me by my ankle and roughly yank me out of the car on to the gravel. A scream ripped through my throat as the gravel cut into my skin and my head hit the side of the car.

“Get up!” he ordered. My head was spinning from everything that had happened, but when I didn’t move, he moved me.

His hand grabbed take a large chunk of my hair before he lifted me out of the car, ignoring my cries of pain. He roughly dragged me to the house, I couldn’t get my feet to walk and fell often.

The door was solid, he had to slam his body against the wooden blockade and force it open. There was a creak as it slowly opened from his blows, and he threw me inside onto the hardwood floor. There was no carpet, anywhere It would be possible to hear every step from anywhere in the home. The house was bare to the bones, the walls held no photos or phones, rooms remained empty of furniture unless it was bolted to the ground. A new wave of fear ripped through me in realization that he had done this before, he had taken precautions for it.

Sara Schoen began

writing in middle school, but did not officially dedicate herself to writing

until high school when encouraged by her writing partner. Before then, Sara had

not thought about trying to publish her works because it seemed unlikely that

anyone would take a chance on someone so young. Despite her previous thoughts,

she published her first book, Amber Alert, at the age of nineteen, and began

rewriting and editing a spy series that she spent years writing when she was

younger. With a lot of hard work and determination, now that same series, which

is close to her heart, is a bestseller.

Sara is a Biology

Major with a minor in Environmental Science and a minor in Spanish at James

Madison University, and spends her time writing, studying, and ghost hunting.

While writing is a great hobby that turned into a passion to share with others,

school is her priority.

Throughout her

publishing journey, Sara has had an amazing support system from her family,

friends, and significant other, who were with her every step of the way. She

hopes to continue to write, and wants to inspire others to reach for their

dreams no matter how far they may seem. She truly believes that dreams can come

true at any age, if you put in effort and chase after what you want.

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Book Review! ~*Dirty Ugly Toy*~ by K. Webster

Dirty Ugly Toy

by: K. Webster!

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TITLE: Dirty Ugly Toy
AUTHOR: K. Webster
GENRE: Contemporary Romance, Dark Romance 
RELEASE DATE: Released

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~*~ Dirty Ugly Toy is a novel that blurs the lines of right and wrong, deals with abuse, contains dubious consent, and adult subject matter. If you are sensitive to violent sexual situations, the book may not be suitable for you. Some parts of this book are not easy to read and are not intended for everyone. However, those that keep an open mind and stick with it will not be disappointed. ~*~

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Her time is over.
Things are looking up.

She’s dirty and ugly.
He’s wicked but handsome.

Six months to toy with her.
Six months of vacation and a ton of money.

I’ll hurt her beyond repair.
I’ve been through much worse.

She’s difficult to control and doesn’t obey.
I’m done submitting to anyone or anything in this life.

I should hate her.
I should hate him.

The game has changed.
I will win.

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Mind Benders/Thrilling Twists!
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What a super trippy mind warp this brilliantly woven tale of a tortured hero reliving his horrible past even as he finds a tormented heroine trying to forget hers. Together they find forgetting, forgiving and moving on so much more easier in the arms of each other.

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I adored this Dark-ly intense romance with hints of mystery, passion and woe, thrills and chills, and some pretty extreme villains you cannot help but laugh in delight at their demise! I highly recommend it for any and all lovers of a semi dark romance without all the blood, guts and gore of violence or rape themes, instead pick it up and fall into lust with all things Braxton Kennedy!

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Tormented Dark Heros and Heroines!

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The real eye opener is the first page when I read Braxton saying goodbye to his current “toy”, Swan. Now this could mean several things: Six feet under or Moving on, either in this life or the next. My heart rate escaladed rapidly in the next chapter as Braxton finds, buys and cleans up his new “toy”, Bunny a.k.a. Jessica. Imagine my surprise when I am totally addicted to Braxton’s darky kinks and savage acts of sweetness, he oozes complete sex appeal and I am hooked and charmed right out of my poor wool bronco socks.

Poor Bunny, my blood boils for the atrocious abuse this woman has went through, however I cannot help but crow in pride and delight when she continues to push forward, her hardship has only made her stronger and her strength makes her a survivor.

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Blog / Review Tour ~Therapist~ Jaden Wilkes

Therapist

by Jaden Wilkes

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**Trigger warning. This novel contains situations of perversity and dubious consent. It is not a love story, but more of a journey through a few short days in the life of a madman. What you see is not always what you get, reality is altered through his eyes and sometimes there is no happily ever after.

 

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SYNOPSIS:

I am a sociopath. 

I know this because I diagnosed myself.

I have a PhD in Clinical Psychology from a very prestigious university.

I am charming, attractive, and you probably want to sleep with me.

I take what I want, when I want, and I enjoy picking the most tragic of all my patients to experiment with.

I have no remorse, I am unrelenting in my pursuit of tragedy, and I am about to meet my match.

Her name is not important, I am only allowed to call her Mistress. She is a femme fatale, a patient, and now an obsession.

She will destroy me, I will do anything to get inside of her.

I can already feel her inside of me.

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As I approach my office, I am hit with a familiar scent. Cigarette smoke. An earthy, fragrant smell that tickles the edge of my memory. I know this brand from somewhere, but I don’t know where. 

I follow my nose down the short hallway to my private area and open my door. 

Smoke hangs heavy in the air, clouds of it billow away from me as I enter. I cut a path through to find out who fucking dares to pollute my office like this. 

“Shut the door, Alexandre,” a smooth female voice announces as I enter my space. I turn and see a figure seated on the couch, a halo of pure white smoke envelops her head and she exhales a languid breath that lingers as she speaks. “We need to talk.” 

I don’t know why, but I obey. I shut the door, turn back again and look at her. She seems familiar; I think I’ve seen her before. She’s wearing a cherry red cocktail dress, dangerously high black leather heels and elbow length white silk gloves. Her hair is black and falls in waves around her face; her eyes are just as dark. I stare into them and wonder if they ever end. 

“Who are you and how did you get in here?” I demand and walk to the window. “Please put out your cigarette, this is a no smoking office,” I continue and slide the glass open. 

“I don’t want to, I feel more comfortable with a cigarette in my hand,” she purrs and smiles at me. Her lips are dark red and her teeth are perfect, white and straight. She’s an incredibly beautiful woman. “Think of it as part of my…treatment.” 

“Why are you here this early? Who scheduled you? And once again, how did you get in?” I demand again. She laughs and leans back on the couch, her long legs stretch out in front of her, emphasizing their perfect shape. 

She doesn’t answer, but says, “Doctor, I believe I have an urgent issue we need to address. Please,” she gestures towards my desk, “have a seat.” She draws one last breath from her cigarette, exhales as I sit and butts it out on the bottom of her shoe. Red, Louboutins. In a flash I remember where I’ve seen her. Just last weekend at the restaurant. She was there, was she watching me? 

I take my seat. She doesn’t seem like the type I want to argue with, at least not until I get to know her. I decide to go along with her little game and give her the illusion of being in control until I can determine how she needs to be treated. “Well? What is this about?” I ask and set my satchel down on the floor next to my chair. 

She takes the cigarette butt and flicks it onto the floor at her feet. She leans back again and looks me up and down, landing on my face, her own a mask of disapproval. “You have been a very, very wicked boy, Alexandre,” she says, her voice still a purr. She has the slightest accent and draws out the last part of my name with a sexy drawl. It’s not Russian, Eastern European perhaps? Middle Eastern? I can’t tell, and with her ambiguous dark features, I couldn’t put a finger on her ethnicity either. She’s beautiful and a complete conundrum. 

“Why would you say that, Miss…what did you say your name is?” I ask her, leaning across the desk. I forgot to give the surface a swipe yesterday afternoon and it still carries the slightest pungent scent of the sex that happened on it. A gentle nudge, a reminder of the wicked things I have done. 

“I didn’t,” she says and smiles. She almost moves in slow motion as if underwater, elegant and purposeful. “I’ve been watching you, Alexandre, and I’ve seen you get up to all kinds of terrible things.” 

“What kinds of things?” I ask her, deciding to continue engaging in her little delusion until I know more about her. 

“Things to women, vulnerable women,” she says and raises an eyebrow. “Patients, women you pick up in bars, online…you are very busy and very wicked.” 

“How do you know this?” I ask her, feeling rather uncomfortable at this particular line of accusation. I’m very careful with my activities, especially with patients. “Have you been following me?” 

“Not following, but watching. They’re very different thing. I’ve had my eye on you for a while now, you know,” she tells me and watches my reaction. 

“What is your name?” I demand again, feeling that familiar sharp prick of anger rising behind my eyes. 

“My name is unimportant. You may call me Mistress.” 

“Mistress?” I repeat and laugh, “I don’t think it’s appropriate to be calling you that. Now please tell me your name so I have something to call you.” 

She leans forward on the couch, crosses her ankles and stares me down. After a moment or two of uncomfortable silence, I realize I have to capitulate to get anywhere with her. 

I shuffled a few papers on my desk, look back at her and say, “Fine, Mistress it is. Now why are you here…Mistress?” 

She licks her lips and leans back again, extends her beautiful legs and folds her hands on her lap. She is perfection and she knows it. That irritates me somehow and yet I can’t help but hang on her every word. The anticipation of her reply is coursing through my veins. 

“I already told you,” she says in her low, melodic voice, “I am here because you have been wicked. I am here to punish you.” 

I’m not that into BDSM. I like to tie people up and I am the consummate Dominant man if it comes right down to it…but the way she says it, in the mysterious accent, sends a thrill down my spine. I lean farther across the desk, look her in the eyes and say, “How are you planning on punishing me?”

 

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5 Roses – Dark – Gritty – Mind-Thriller – Twisted Unique Writing
Dr. Alexandre Dane is a very twisted albeit absolutely gorgeous alpha male psychologist.  He is a highly sought after in his unconventional treatments for women whom been through some hellish pasts.  There is a method to his madness – treating these women the exact same was they have been treated seems to play into Alexandre’s sick, twisted and manipulative sexual kicks.   Alexandre is a sexual deviant who thrives on his patients most vulnerable and painful humiliating atrocious acts in the past.  He is a true sociopath and I believe he is about to meet his match.
“I like them to go through all the emotions I am incapable of.  My fetish is humanity, and I want to drain my balls into the sticky, hot mess of feelings that I bring up in the bitches stupid enough to open their bodies to me.”  ~Dr. Alexandre Dane
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Sometimes I do feel for this devil in disguise, at times his flashbacks show sharps memories from his childhood that are a bit disturbing at times and make me cringe and sorta want to reach out to him.  His father was a distant, alcoholic womanizer who used Alexandre as a cover.  His mother was also distant emotionally and mentally although somehow I get the impression she was not so distant physically.  I believe she was a creeper who damaged her son’s psyche from the early stages of puberty on up until his adulthood.
“Slapping pinching red fingernails forcing me to sit for hours until it hurts.  I can feel her long fingers wrapping around me, touching me and whispering, ‘Nobody will ever love you like mommy does.’  ~Alexandre
Still Dr. Dane does have someone, his Go-To if you will, someone that is always there for him to talk to, someone that truly listens to him.  Jane seems to be his exact opposite, she is attractive but so very plain, yet she is always there for him when he needs her.  At times Alexandre thinks this would be his ultimate trophy wife to stave off the vicious rumors that are circulating in his office and among his prestigious colleagues.
“Have I been blind this entire time?  Fumbling through the darkness unable to really connect to another human being when it might have been simple human touch I was seeking all this time?” ~Alexandre
“I know how you are and I know how we would be together.  I would always be chasing you.  Living in your shadow and wondering who you’re with when you’re not with me.” ~Jane
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5 – Dastardly Dubious Consensual and Non-Consensual SEX!
And so we meet a woman who will be Dr. Dane’s downfall!  She is the exact replica of him only in a woman form.  She has long legs encased in black stockings, a very short, tight fitting cherry red cocktail dress, elbow length white evening gloves and wearing elegant black strappy heels.  Her cherry red lips are smoking a cigarette and Alexandre is entranced and in lust with her immediately.  She will show him exactly what he has been doing to others tenfold, he will call her MISTRESS.
“I want to taste her mouth, I want to slide my tongue in between those lips and suck the nicotine from her moist insides.  I’m not a smoker, but my body craves her taste.”  ~Alexandre
“Your intention all along was to please yourself.  I am simply showing you what happens to very wicked boys.”  ~Mistress
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I wonder will you all shed a tear for Dr. Dane?  Does a teardrop fall for those women in his therapy experiments?  Do you have a tear left for poor old plain Jane?  I wonder if you will feel as I did when I finished this brilliant psycho traumatic mind binder.  I’m sure my mind has been bent, busted, and completely blown!

Thank you Jaden Wilkes, you wicked, wicked wacky woman!  I loved every drop you wrote!

 

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Blog Tour * Semblance * Author Logan Patricks

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Semblance

Author Logan Patricks

Semblance by Logan Patrick

SYNOPSIS:

Whoever said money couldn’t buy happiness has never starved a day in their lives.

My name is Aria Valencia, a third year classical music student at the university, and I was down to my last dollar. Some nights, I seriously considered working at the rippers just to make ends meet, but the thought of my dad’s spirit–God rest his soul–scowling at me while I danced up on some drooling degenerate was enough to turn me off the idea completely.

And then one night, chance came knocking on my door under the guise of the Midnight Society, a secret cabal comprised of the most wealthy and influential souls this side of the Universe. Their leader was a man named Shadow, who was equally enigmatic as he was gorgeous and, for some mystifying reason, had his dark brooding eyes focused on me.

Seduced by the promises of fame and fortune in exchange for a seemingly innocent request, I soon found myself drawn into a provocative world filled with both vast riches and unending lies and it didn’t take long for me to realize what being a part of the Midnight Society actually entailed: shiny things, sensual romance, and dead bodies.

Being with Shadow came with a terrible price, one that I wasn’t willing to pay. There’s a dark side to every love story, and this one was mine.

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His presence cast a hush throughout the gardens. Shadow strolled towards the three women on their knees, stalking them with an animalistic grace.

He was ominous, yet electrifying and I found myself trembling just standing in the same vicinity as he was.

“Your bride awaits you Shadow,” Calisto said to her brother.

I glanced around and noticed that everyone had their head bowed in reverence of this man.

It was disconcerting and this made me panic.

This had to be a cult; there was no other logical explanation in my mind. Any second now, this Shadow fellow was going to pass out the Kool-Aid and we were all going to

drink it and die.

There was still time for me to flee. I could pretend to use the bathroom and then sneak out the window or something. I had no idea where on the map this estate was, but that didn’t matter. I needed to escape and I could figure the rest out later.

I looked around to see if anyone else was watching me.

Damn it, indeed someone was. Calisto’s eyes were deadlocked onto me.

I panicked and almost let loose a scream, but managed to contain myself. Thank God for the mask I was wearing, which hid the expressions on my face.

Calisto smiled and winked at me, which I thought was a bizarre thing to do. I had no idea what was happening or what to expect, but I desperately wanted to be away from here.

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Logan discovered both love and heartbreak at the tender age of seven, when the pretty little blue-eyed girl next door stole his Kit-Kat bar and shared it with the bad boy from across the street. Devastated, Logan found solace by escaping into imaginary worlds he forged with words, creating kingdoms where the chivalrous knight always got the princess.

Twenty three years later Logan spends his days in a suit and tie, working for the government on matters of network security. However his thoughts never strayed too far from the incendiary nature of love — the passionate fire that’s both scintillating and dangerous. Obsessed with exploring the steamy and mysterious side of human nature,

Logan continues to create worlds filled with thrills, mystery, and of course, sex.

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Twitter: https://twitter.com/LoganPatricks

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To this reviewer, Semblance, read like a beautiful, seductive, thrilling Fairy-tale for adults. I literally could NOT put this novel down!!!  When this part of the story was over, I did not want it to end!!! I wanted MORE! MORE! MORE!!!

This read has to be my FAVORITE in a long time…

The story-line  is gripping, thrilling, romantic, shocking, and surprising!

A Truly MUST! MUST! MUST READ!!!

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5.0 Rosebud of Writing Rave

Semblance is written beautifully. The writing flows from chapter to chapter, scene to scene. The time frame moves along swiftly, but never confuses the reader. Each chapter ends leaving the reader engrossed in the read, intrigued about what will the next chapter hold.  The ending is quite shocking, the plot and story-line give no clues what so ever . This writer is exceptionally talented and knows how to  weave words into gold…

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1.0 Teardrops

My emotions stayed in check until Chapter 22. This reviewers heart was totally wrapped up in this novel. The quips between the Hero and the Heroine will make you smile and laugh. The thrilling scenes will make you gasp. And if you are an emotional reader like me, then have a few tissues handy for both your happy and sad tears…

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5.0 Romance Rave

Whether it be via innuendo in the novels dialogue, or the Hero and Heroine getting HOT & STEAMY– This is one magical READ ❤

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Music Written & Played by Author Logan Patricks

Classical Piano pieces mentioned in Semblance

Breathless: http://www.loganpatricks.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/08/Breathless.mp3

Echo: http://www.loganpatricks.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/11/Echoes.mp3

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Sneak Peek

Book 2, Midnight Society

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THE MIDNIGHT SOCIETY: BOOK TWO

“Do you know what this is?” he asked.

“It’s a pocket watch,” I said.

“That’s where you’re wrong,” he replied as he wiped the dust off of it with his fingers. It was a pretty looking thing made out of silver. What caught my eye was the visibility of the inner gears, a magnificent network of tiny little cogs that gave the watch a steam punk sort of vibe.

“I’m pretty sure it’s a pocket watch,” I repeated. “It’s a pretty one though.”

“To your first point, the pocket watch is just a facade. And to your second comment; thank you. I made it myself.”

I couldn’t say I was surprised. He seemed like the type of guy who knew how to use his hands.

“So tell me then, what is it?” I asked.

“It’s a totem for the truth,” he replied.

“Come again?”

He sat down next to me and placed the watch in my hands so I could look at it.

“There was one performance of this theatre that was my absolute favorite,” he said. “It was called the Festival of Fools. The basic premise of the story was that one day, a remote European village suffered a great tragedy of biblical proportions–a strange disease took the lives of all the children. For weeks, everyone in the village lived within a fog of depression, where eating and breathing became more of chore, rather than a necessity. It was a dark, dark time for everyone seemed as if the entire village itself was biding their time, waiting for death to come for them as well.

“The mayor of the village devised an outrageous plan to help everyone cope with their grief. He proposed holding a festival where for one week, everyone in the village was to forget about their current existing life and to come up with a new persona for themselves. For the entire duration of that week, everyone was to roleplay being someone else.

“All families–emotional ties to a loved one–ceased to exist during this festival with the intent that within seven days, everyone would forget about the death of their children, distracted by maintaining the lie of their new lives. However, there needed to be a mechanism during this week for villagers to know when someone was telling the truth–just in case. It was decided that every villager would carry one item made out of silver, and when it was presented to another, it was known that the person holding it was telling the truth–temporarily abandoning their roleplay.”

I raised the silver pocket watch to our eye levels and let it dangle from the chain, the weight of gravity rotating it slowly and effortlessly.

“The pocket watch in your hands was one of the totems of truths used in the play,” he said.

“So what happened to everyone?” I asked.

“Well, as you can imagine, the entire village went into chaos. Emotions were running high and the thrills of taking on a whole new identity led to crazed episodes of debauchery, adultery, and in one instance, murder. When it was all said and done, lines were crossed and families were destroyed and it was too painful to return to the previous lives they once had.”

“And then?”

“All the silver in the village was destroyed. The end.”

“I thought you said the plays done in this theatre were all comedies,” I pointed out.

“Not all the time. As twisted as this sounds, sometimes it’s nice watching the train wreck that is other people’s lives, just to make your own look a little better by comparison.”

“That sounds awful.”

“We all do it,” he said, “Though we choose not to admit it.”

There was a moment of silence as we both stared at the pocket watch in my hands.

“So what was her name?” I asked smiling.

“Who’s name?” he asked.

“The girl you lost your virginity to in this theatre.”

There was a brief pause. “Nadia,” he finally said.

“Is that the truth or just another one of your lies?” I asked.

He shook his head. “I’m finished lying,” he said. “It’s brought me nothing but trouble.”

Suddenly the front double doors burst open and through it entered a dark, ominous figure shrouded in a hood, drenched from the rain. Behind him, the man was dragging a screaming woman along the ground by the collar, her wrists and feet bound by tie wraps.

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Death of the Body- Author Rick Chiantaretto – Blog Tour

Death of the Body

Author Rick Chiantaretto

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Synopsis:

 I grew up in a world of magic. By the time I was ten I understood nature, talked to the trees, and listened to the wind. When the kingdom of men conquered my town, I was murdered by one of my own—the betrayer of my kind. But I didn’t stay dead.

I woke to find myself in a strange new world called Los Angeles. The only keys to the life I remembered were my father’s ring, my unique abilities, and the onslaught of demons that seemed hell-bent on finding me. Now I must find out who I really am, protect my friends, and get back to my beloved hometown of Orenda.

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I’ve often been accused of having done more in my life than the average person my age, but if I were completely honest I’d have to tell you my secret: I’m really 392.
So after all this time, I’m a pretty crappy writer.
I have one book published but out of print, one coming out soon, and a bunch half written (when you have eternity, where’s the reason to rush?). I’ve been favorably reviewed by horror greats like Nancy Kilpatrick, and my how-to-write-horror articles have been quoted in scholarly (aka community college freshmen’s) papers.
I enjoy the occasional Bloody Mary, although a Bloody Kathy or Susan will suffice.
Mostly, I just try to keep a low profile so people don’t figure out who I REALLY am.

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