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Didi Oviatt

Author of suspense novels Search For Maylee, Aggravated Momentum, The Stix, and New Age Lamians. As well as the short story collection Time Wasters and (co-author of) The Suspenseful Collection. Columnist for The Conscious Talk Magazine.

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Review: Untangled, by Alexis Rose 5 stars

MY REVIEW:

This is hands down the hardest memoir I’ve ever read. The life that Alexis Rose survived is so completely unfathomable. It’s hard to even imagine, let alone begin to comprehend, the pain both physical and psychological that she was forced to endure. To be put through such trauma by the hand of those who should have loved, shielded, and protected her, is utterly heart wrenching. Parent’s should nurture, love and support their children. What Alexis’ parents did was so completely opposite of that. It is, in my opinion, practically impossible to even put into words how horrible the things are that Alexis was subjected to.

This book shattered my heart into a million pieces. Despite it being such a short easy read, it took me a few days to get through because I had to put it down quite a few times to process…. and to cry. I had to take breaks to hug my kids and to stare blankly at the wall for large chunks of time, just to make any sort of failed attempt to understand how people out there can be so cruel and twisted.

Not only was Alexis abused by her parents, but they willingly passed her over to others to abuse her in ways that are arguably worse than most people could even come up with in their worst nightmares. Heart wrenching!

Luckily, Alexis’ story isn’t only one of such unfathomable abuse. It’s an inspiring tale of resilience and a deep rooted strength. Alexis is by far the most admirable woman who’s story I’ve read. Not only do I recommended this book (and have), but I feel like it’s quite possibly a necessity to anyone who may be taking their own lives for granted. I know for a fact that I will never look at my own troubles the same. I’m actually grateful for them, and all their minuscule quirks. I’m grateful to have a life full of love, and I’m positive that I will hold my children closer for as long as I’m alive to do so.

Thank you Alexis, for sharing your life’s story. Thank you for your example of how a human can have such a wholesome and compassionate heart despite everything you’ve been through. And most importantly thank you for giving me such a live changing prospective on the value of the life of my loved ones!

DESCRIPTION:

A Story of Resilience, Courage, and Triumph.
Recalling her life, the author takes us on a journey of unimaginable abuse with continued explicit threats that eventually led to her being sent overseas on an impossible mission. Alexis Rose repressed the memories of her past until a family tragedy forced her to face what her life had been. A history of abuse, torture, and threats to maintain her silence or be killed could no longer be denied.
This is the story of facing the truth and risking the consequences of breaking the silence. The author learns to accept the effects of the trauma that echo through her daily life as PTSD.
Through years of self-exploration, Alexis learns to live her life fearlessly, with eyes wide open. Ultimately this book is about resilience; hope for victims who have suffered trauma and for the people who support them.

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EXCERPT, Aggravated Momentum. On sale now for Halloween! #99cents #slasher

For the first time in my life, I get a thrill from hearing my name. He releases his hold on my hair and shoves me back against the wall. A firm arm presses against my back. I’m unable to move my chest or shoulders, and am forced to take him in on his terms. Just as I’m about to crumble under his strong hold, a menacing whisper echoes in my ear.

“This is going to hurt.”

A shock pools to my center and a chill runs down my spine. It takes every ounce of strength I have to pull away from him. He squeezes my body tightly against his own. Then he loosens his grip, allowing me to turn and face him.

“What are you talking ab…”

A sudden pain consumes my neck, cutting me off mid-question. My voice catches in the center of my throat and is unable to escape. Instinctively, I grab hold of the sharp pulsating pain and squeeze. The fluid filling my hands and running down my arms is much thicker and hotter than the shower water. Everything is beginning to blur. I look at him, trying to plead with my eyes. I am unable to speak. I lean against the wall, in effort to regain balance. Everything is spinning. I pull my bloodied hands from my neck to take a look. My vision is distorted, but not enough to disable the sight of color. My scarlet fingers spin and blur.

I feel cold. I want to grab him, beg for his help, but I can’t. My body slumps down the wall. My legs become weaker and weaker. What have you done to me? I scramble through the black and red blur, struggling to take a look at his face. For a flash, I see him. His head is tilted to one side and his face is blank. A hint of a smirk forms across his lips. I black out. I can still feel but I can’t see. I pull in breath with short shallow pants. I can hear an awkward gurgle coming out of my throat. My body is ice cold under the hot running water.

My life slowly drains away, yet a sharp digging pain reminds me that I am still alive. One piercing jab after another stings into my ribs, chest and stomach. I try to kick, throw my arms or scream, but can’t. I can’t move. It only takes a few more jolts to realize that I’m being stabbed. Over and over the shock spreads across my body. After what seems like a lifetime of torturing pain, it finally fades. A faint sensation is left at my neck. There is something touching my midsection, something inside it.  That too melts away until there is nothing left. I don’t feel anything anymore – no pain, no fear. I give up the struggle for breath and let myself go to the darkness.

Review: Scandalous, by LJ Shen

MY REVIEW:

4 of 5 stars

Talk about hot poetic rage! I absolutely loved this book and I wanted to give it a five star rating so bad, yet I found myself comparing it to the first three books in the series and I just couldn’t quite put it in the same category as the previous Hot Hole stories. *sniffles a slaps forehead* But, in LJ’s defense I don’t think many books, like ever, will compare (especially to Defy – that one’s my fav)!! That said, lets talk about what I did love about Scandalous.

The loathing rage-full chemistry between Trent Rexroth and Edie Van Der Zee is dangerously sexy. Trent is the fourth Hot Hole’s story to be told in the Sinners Of Saint Collection, yet possibly the most complex. He grew up poor unlike his three best friends, which made his romance with money a different sort. They call him The Mute. He’s the strong silent type, but being quiet really only adds to his mystery. Getting inside his head is a f*cking treat! He’s brilliant. Kind when it counts and ruthless where it’s necessary.

Edie is more than ten years his younger, and barely legal. They both know the attraction is wrong, but the irresistible pull to one another is a powerful force that, well, is clearly not to be reckoned with. One thing I love, is that Edie isn’t your average naive rich spoiled teen. This poor sole has been raised by the nastiest wolf in the pack. She’s had to grow some thick skin and deal with some very real tough things in her life. Stuff that would break most adults. Despite carrying the weight of the world on her shoulders, she manages to maintain her poise, dignity, and absolutely admirable spitfire attitude. That’s not to mention she’s smart as a whip.

The two start out on rocky ground. They are forced into each other’s lives on less than pleasant terms. But, after the first time Trent witnessed Edie’s kind hearted spirit in an interaction with his daughter (she got the troubled child to smile and that was HUGE! and adorable) He melted a little around the edges, and had to make sure Edie stayed around the office for his kid.

What grew between the two was an emotional roller coaster. Both having fearless and nasty agendas, they wound up completely intertwined with one another. I love the banter!! I love the irresistible emotions! The ending was to die for, a beautiful shocker. And am 100% satisfied with the entire Sinners of Saint set as a whole. Each and every one of the Hot Hole stories is an absolute must read!

BLURB:

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They call him The Mute for a reason.
Hard, cold and calculated, he rarely speaks.
When he does, it’s with disdain.
When he does, his words aren’t meant for me.
When he does, my stomach flips and my world tilts on its axis.
He is thirty-three.
I am eighteen.
He’s a single dad and my father’s business partner.
I’m just a kid to him and his enemy’s daughter.
He’s emotionally unavailable.
And I am…feeling. Feeling things I shouldn’t feel for him.
Trent Rexroth is going to break my heart. The writing isn’t just on the wall, it’s inked on my soul.
And yet, I can’t stay away.
A scandal is the last thing my family needs. But a scandal is what we’re going to give them.
And oh, what beautiful chaos it will be.

Tour Success, My Gratitude! And Winners!!

I just want to drop a quick thank you to everyone who participated in the blog tour last week for my book Search For Maylee, and Also to every one who took the time to read all of the Promo, Review, and Interview Posts!!  It means the world, and I’m so excited about how everything is going since I released the book!!

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Just to let everyone know… READS AND REELS is excellent to work with!! Shenanigans, the leading gal, was very efficient. She got back to me quickly with each email, answered my ridiculous questions without missing a beat, and did a phenomenal job with the banner and organization of everything!  If you’re looking into a book tour of your own then definitely check out Reads and Reels services. I was far from disappointed, Shenanigans did an amazing job with my book. THANK YOU R&R!!

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Also, as always, there was a GIVEAWAY! That’s right my friends, three Amazon gifted Kindle copies of Search For Maylee was thrown into a Rafflecopter, and this morning the names were drawn!!!!  Thanks everyone who put in!

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And the winners are

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Shantel Rummel Gibson

Esperanza Gailiard

Sharon Extine

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Last but not least… If you’re yet to check out Search For Maylee then here’s a little info:

BLURB:

Since Maylee was abducted from her high school the very month of graduation, her Aunt Autumn has never lost hope in finding her. It’s been three years. Autumn has finally reached inside herself and found the courage to track down an old lead. She moves across the country to find him. Will Autumn be able to pry Maylee’s case back open? More importantly, what will Autumn uncover in the process of searching for Maylee? It’s a cold dark world we live in, and she is about to find out just how cruel it can be. Strength and determination are on Autumn’s side and she will do what ever it takes.

Halloween Reading, Flash Sale! #excerpt #99cents

Wow, what a week it’s been!  I’ve put so much time into marketing my new release Search For Maylee that I’ve completely neglected my previous books, which is absolutely silly right now because I write thrillers, and its the month of HALLOWEEN!!!

SO, in light of my neglectful selfishness in terms of the slasher book I published last year, I’ve marked it down to $.99!! It’s bloody, gory, intense, psychologically twisted, and just straight up disgusting… Perfect for the season, I can’t believe it’s taken me halfway into the month to mark the price down for Halloween.  Talk about being distracted! lol

EXCERPT:

Standing next to Kam, peering across the street and into their home, I can clearly see her mutilated body.  Their front doors are French, and opened wide, allowing a perfect view into their once tidy entryway.  The always bleached white floors and walls are completely covered in scarlet splatters and pools of blood. That must have been exactly where the attack had taken place. Right inside the front door, for God’s sake. I can only imagine her killer’s tactic, pushing his way in as she greeted him with an innocent welcome. Sick. Disgusting. This is completely unfathomable.  

The once full of life girl is slumped backwards over a small round decorative table.  Her legs are bare, and full of slashes.  A slow steady drip is still running down her arms and escaping to the floor from her fingertips.  Clinging to her body are the remnants of a spaghetti strap tank top, and short pajama bottoms.  I can’t even tell their original color.  My mind wanders briefly away from the present.  I picture those pj’s being a lovely shade of green, and the smile on her face is genuine.  

The thought lasts only a second before my mind snaps back to reality.  Like a rubber band pulling itself into place, my head twitches and my lips let out a frightened gasp.  Breanna must have been relaxing comfortably in what should have been a safe home. Bile rises from my stomach, and into my throat.  I swallow it, and continue to stare.  I am unable to look away. Unable to process.  

Just like Beth was, every inch of her is stained in thick red fluid.  This killer is bleeding them out.  Every drop of life drained from his victims.  It is vicious, and it is personal. I look closer. There’s a shine on her chest.  It reflects light from the bright police LED lights placed a few feet away from her.  Something is resting around her neck.  Small and gold.  I wonder how it is possible that she actually has jewelry on that could still hold a shine.  How is there no blood on the top of her necklace?  

BLURB:

Not everything is as it seems in what appears to be an average family. When danger lurks so close to home, skeletons emerge, and the darkest of secrets surface, causing twisted desires to become reality. Aggravated Momentum offers the perspective of some very diverse and unique characters, including fun, witty personalities to fall in love with, along with an intellectual killer to die for. You may be surprised as to whom exactly you can relate. Is it the cold, calculated murderer, who’s name is yet to be revealed? Markie or Kam, the independent sisters, guilty of nothing more than getting tangled with the wrong people at the most inopportune times? Or, the cowardly snake curled in a hidden corner? Who are you, exactly? And, more importantly, who are they? The deeper you dig into the psyche of another, the more breath taking are the secrets you will find.

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ITS FINALLY AVAILABLE! Happy Release Day At My House! #coldcase

I’m completely washed over with gratitude for everyone who has read, reviewed, and pre-ordered my book!  The day I’ve been pacing the floors over is FINALLY HERE!!  I love release days, it’s exactly like Christmas… only completely different lol. Now for a week of blog touring, and we’re off!!!

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EXCERPT:

***There he was, the man she had spent her evenings swooning over while listening to the steady hum of his voice over the phone. A man that she once detested, and now ached for. There were so many things she wished could be different about this moment. She would have prepared herself, dressed nice and fixed her hair – probably up and swept from her face. She would have picked something with a low neckline to wear, lathered her skin with her silkiest lotions, and even taken the time to shave. Everything…

Rather than the romantic reunion Autumn had been anticipating, she was being forced to see him in dreaded conditions of her own, and clearly of his too. It was going to take everything she had to shoo him out of her apartment. She had every intention on telling him all about Josie, but not until she had the time to speak with her first. Josie needed to warm up to Autumn, and rest. That wouldn’t be a possibility if she was thrown to the wolves before even being able to catch her breath. Autumn had to keep Josie a secret, at least for tonight.

Chance stood outside the door waiting impatiently. It’d been a long trip, he’d caught the first flight possible after hearing news of another sighting of Maylee. Right there in Denver nonetheless. It was time to be completely honest with Autumn, and he had to do it in person. Anxiously, he held his breath as her metal door creaked open. All he could do was come clean about his lies and pray for her forgiveness.

Their eyes locked and for one brief moment they were the only two people in the world. Josie, Craig, Jeremy, and even Maylee faded into mere background.  The sharp gray shards of color in his eyes pierced through her, and she drank in their naked vulnerability. There was a sense of surrender in the upward pull of his brows. It was a look she was yet to see plastered on his handsome face, a look that melted her from the inside out.

As she welcomed him in, the sexy familiar scent of him threatened to consume her. It smelled like spruce bark and ocean mixed into a fresh rustic blend, and it followed him into her apartment, her heart, her future. They had opened up to each other in a way that there was no turning back from. Even if it had only been by phone. No matter what he had to say, there was sure to be a way around it. Autumn was confident of that.***

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Blurb:

Since Maylee was abducted from her high school the very month of graduation, her Aunt Autumn has never lost hope in finding her. It’s been three years. Autumn has finally reached inside herself and found the courage to track down an old lead. She moves across the country to find him. Will Autumn be able to pry Maylee’s case back open? More importantly, what will Autumn uncover in the process of searching for Maylee? It’s a cold dark world we live in, and she is about to find out just how cruel it can be. Strength and determination are on Autumn’s side and she will do what ever it takes.

Prologue: Aggravated Momentum (18+ reading)

My hands are as far above my head as they can reach, my back intensely arched, and my calf muscles tighten, extending to the footboard. My pumpkin orange painted toes point as they join the stretch. The sun beams through a tight crevice in the drapes, challenging my eyes to regain vision. I squint and strain to open them. Its late afternoon, and I’ve been sleeping for four hours. Sadly, it’s the most uninterrupted sleep my taxing life has allowed in over a week.
The sensation of piercing eyes causes the hair to raise on my forearms. After I finish rubbing the sleep from my face, I glance around intently. No one is here. Weird. I swear I could feel someone’s presence. It must be my nerves. My thick down comforter drops from my shoulders as I sit up for another stretch. It isn’t usually this hot in my room, so I’m glad I was able to sleep through my sweat. My body is clammy. The tank top and shorts that cling to my skin are damp and wrinkled.
I’m supposed to meet Markie for a girl’s night in an hour. I better hurry. I told that weird friend of hers from work that I wasn’t going to make it, but changed my mind after debating all week. The decision is made: I’m going. Markie is one of my closest friends, but she’s changed since Beth died. She’s distanced herself. Now, with everything else going on around her, I’m afraid.
As the water heats, steam fills my shower and escapes through the bathroom door that I usually leave open. I like stepping out of the shower feeling clean and refreshed, not muggy and overheated. I think about Markie’s situation as I rub an oversized purple loofah across my skin. A deliciously scented lather forms on my protruding ribs and bony hips. The stress of all these deaths has taken a serious toll on my appetite. My body is shrinking, I’m beginning to look sickly.
I wonder how I’m supposed to tell Markie that I’ve been sleeping with the one acquaintance that’s off limits. I guess I can’t. Not now anyway, it will have to wait. I should feel worse about it than I do, but he’s convenient, and I’m lonely. He’ll do for now. It must be the guilt of it that’s forcing me to go to this stupid club tonight. Any smart woman would stay away.
My fingers scrub harshly into my scalp. My eyes squint tightly, trying to block the shampoo as it washes away. Before they can fully open, the shower door slides. A shocked gasp rises from my throat, and I force my lids open through a painful soapy haze. The air escapes my lungs in a slow, relieved sigh. I take in the sight of him. He stands naked with a grin, ready to join me.
“What the hell are you doing?” I demand.
“What does it look like?”
“You scared the shit out of me!”
“You’re pretty sexy when you’re startled.”
“I really don’t have time for this.” I snap, “I’m in a hurry.”
He pushes his way in anyway and shuts the door behind him. He stays just out of reach of the spraying showerhead, and watches me wash off. My back tingles and the blood rushes to my skins edge in reaction to his touch. The last of the soap bubbles disappear into the drain at our toes. He picks up my leg at the thigh and presses me forward against the shower wall.
With one hard thrust, he forces himself inside me. It is a lot rougher than his usual tactic. I gasp and press my hands against the wall for balance. He moves violently, but I like it. Strong fingers intertwine through my wet hair at the base of my scalp, then he pulls it, hard. My head jerks back with the powerful tug. A quiet, excited, involuntary squeal escapes my open mouth. His breath is hot on the back of my neck.
“You like it hard, don’t you Joyce?” His voice is lower than I’ve ever heard him speak.
“Yes!”
For the first time in my life, I get a thrill from hearing my name. He releases his hold on my hair and shoves me back against the wall. A firm arm presses against my back. I’m unable to move my chest or shoulders, and am forced to take him in on his terms. Just as I’m about to crumble under his strong hold, a menacing whisper echoes in my ear.
“This is going to hurt.”
A shock pools to my center and a chill runs down my spine. It takes every ounce of strength I have to pull away from him. He squeezes my body tightly against his own. Then he loosens his grip, allowing me to turn and face him.
“What are you talking ab…”
A sudden pain consumes my neck, cutting me off mid-question. My voice catches in the center of my throat and is unable to escape. Instinctively, I grab hold of the sharp pulsating pain and squeeze. The fluid filling my hands, and running down my arms is much thicker and hotter than the shower water. Everything is beginning to blur. I look at him, trying to plead with my eyes. I am unable to speak. I lean against the wall, in effort to regain balance. Everything is spinning. I pull my bloodied hands from my neck to take a look. My vision is distorted, but not enough to disable the sight of color. My scarlet fingers spin and blur.
I feel cold. I want to grab him, beg for his help, but I can’t. My body slumps down the wall. My legs become weaker and weaker. What have you done to me? I scramble through the black and red blur, struggling to take a look at his face. For a flash, I see him. His head is tilted to one side and his face is blank. A hint of a smirk forms across his lips. I black out. I can still feel but I can’t see. I pull in breath with short shallow pants. I can hear an awkward gurgle coming out of my throat. My body is ice cold under the hot running water.
My life slowly drains away, yet a sharp digging pain reminds me that I am still alive. One piercing jab after another stings into my ribs, chest and stomach. I try to kick, throw my arms or scream, but cant. I can’t move. It only takes a few more jolts to realize that I’m being stabbed. Over and over the shock spreads across my body. After what seems like a lifetime of torturing pain, it finally fades. A faint sensation is left at my neck. There is something touching my midsection, something inside it. That too melts away until there is nothing left. I don’t feel anything anymore – no pain, no fear. I give up the struggle for breath and let myself go to the darkness.

 

 

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EXCERPT:

“Howdy then, ma’am, I’m Jeremy.”

It was a very informal introduction yet he insisted on shaking her hand. His palm was big and his fingers were slightly calloused. A heavy free hand slapped her on the shoulder causing her entire body to jolt. He seemed like a very outgoing young man. A few husky voices rang in from behind him. Autumn could hear a couple of men laughing and joking in the background. It actually sounded like they were having a blast. She couldn’t quite make out their jokes or comments, but it wasn’t from lack of trying. A listening ear strained to make out their words.

Autumn tried, without success, to recall the last time she was able to laugh so freely.  Even with her friends, witty conversation and playful banter had been forced since the loss of Maylee. The lighthearted beam that Autumn used to carry with her everywhere, was now nothing more than a distant flicker.

It existed somewhere, but she was unable to actually grasp it tight enough to hang on for more than a few seconds at a time. Every time that lighthearted twinkle returned to her eyes, or a gleeful fire began to build in her chest, it was quickly distinguished with grief. Washed away before anything more than a spark could ignite. But, at least there was hope. Autumn was here for a reason and maybe someday she could get that light back.

Jeremy must have noticed her distraction by his guests because he tilted his head to the side, leaned into her personal space, and made a fully conscious effort to engage her in eye contact. That attractive crease in his cheek returned with the questioning grin he threw at her. Embarrassed butterflies escaped Autumn’s chest and a lump formed in her throat.

“Care to join?”  He asked, pointing over his tall shoulder with a large outstretched thumb. “I’ve got a few friends over. We just finished up a barbeque. I’m sure there’s a burger left if you’re hungry?”

“Oh no.” was her very quick response.

Autumn couldn’t possibly impose on a party of strangers. The pull of her tired eyelids were nagging at her to get settled for the night, and she couldn’t help but to notice there wasn’t a female voice to be heard. This entire situation had danger written all over it. If there was one quality Autumn truly admired about herself it was a keen sense of reserved caution. After all, you’re nothing if not safe.

After declining the drink to go along with the already turned down burger that her stomach was very loudly cursing her for, Autumn again asked for help. Jeremy shouted over his shoulder toward the kitchen causing her to nearly jump out of her skin.

“Hey guys,” he yelled at his guests without taking his eyes off of her. The smile he had remained intact.  “I’ve got a quick job to do for a tenant, wanna’ help?”

Autumn’s eyes widened in fear, her feet shifted nervously beneath her, and she struggled to find words. “I. Um. I can find someone else, really.” She hesitated.

Jeremy leaned forward and whispered, so that no one else could hear.

“They really only look scary, and they might smell, but they’re harmless, I assure you.” He said with a wink.

The three men that entered the room caused Autumn’s mouth to open, just a crack, and her shoulders to lower with the air that escaped her. An awkward rush of defeat crawled up her legs and stopped in her neck, threatening to drain the very life from her. The first man in sight was clearly older than Jeremy, by at least five years – was her guess.

He appeared to nearly double Jeremy in weight, and not the unhealthy kind either. There wasn’t an ounce of blubber to be found, only the thick hard kind of weight that most men only dream of developing. His hair was light, short, and squared off in a boxy type cut that had a weird way of making the muscles between his neck and shoulders look even bigger. A superman symbol was tattooed on his neck, just above the collarbone. It was the first tattoo Autumn noticed but definitely not the only one in the room.

Two more men emerged from behind the giant. One looked a lot like Jeremy, with the same smile and an identical crease below the cheekbone. It wasn’t really a dimple so much as a handsome dip of the skin, or a glorified wrinkle in the perfect spot.
The third man was much skinnier than the others. He was obviously no slouch in the muscular department, but his build wasn’t nearly as stuffed. A full sleeve of tattoos’ covered one arm and the other held a permanently detailed portrait of a winged angel, with dark hair and a perfect bikini body. Autumn pictured him to be more of a spotter in the gym, only there to elevate his heart rate and assist the others in their workout. She had a brief mental image of his tattooed arms working up a sweat as he tried to lift a dumb-bell that the human machine before him had set aside with ease.

Autumn cautiously inched a step back onto the sidewalk, hopping they wouldn’t notice her movement. She was at least a foot away from the door, just in case she needed to run for dear life. There was plenty of distance between her and them, and she was a fast runner. Very fast. She hadn’t spent the last three years of her life scaling the beach at an abnormal pace to be rendered a slow runner. Prepared to sprint, she waited for Jeremy’s introduction and gawked at the raw manpower that came in the form of his friends, and most likely brother.

“Guys, this is Autumn.”  Jeremy casually tossed his head in her direction, as if he’d known her for years. “She needs help moving her stuff into her new apartment.”

Autumn cleared her throat to speak, but it didn’t help, she was still unable. All that could be forced was a nod, and the sheer will not to pee her pants right there on the spot. A realization that these men were soon to know exactly where she lived, settled deep inside her. They would also be privileged to the in’s and out’s of literally every item she owned. Every. Single. One. The thought of her underwear drawer that just so happened to be sitting to the side of her dismantled dressers forced a blush.

They all stood there and stared at her for a minute. Autumn didn’t really know what to say or do, so she just fiddled with the bottom seam of her shirt and let them take in the sight of her. It was a little embarrassing and uncomfortable. Jeremy looked back and forth between her and his friends. He was bewildered and fully aware of the inappropriate looks they were giving her.

Small nods and playful glances of approval were exchanged between them. The smallest of them turned to the biggest and muttered something under his breath. It was hard for her to tell for sure, but it sounded a lot like he may have said the word “milf.”

This is when Autumn finally let out the breath of initial shock she’d been holding in. She dramatically forced the air out in a long drawn out groan, assisted with a dramatic eye roll. These sketchy looking men weren’t a threat at all. They were nothing more than a few harmless drunken fools acting like horny teenage boys. There wasn’t a hint of unkind intention on any of their faces, nor was there any sign of callous in their growing smiles. Jeremy chuckled a little at her reaction of them.

“What’s wrong guys?  Haven’t you ever seen an attractive older woman with a tan?”
Older, he said older. What the hell did he mean by older? She wondered. Forty one really wasn’t that old, although her constant anxiety made her feel at least sixty.

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DESCRIPTION:

Since Maylee was abducted from her high school the very month of graduation, her Aunt Autumn has never lost hope in finding her. It’s been three years. Autumn has finally reached inside herself and found the courage to track down an old lead. She moves across the country to find him. Will Autumn be able to pry Maylee’s case back open? More importantly, what will Autumn uncover in the process of searching for Maylee? It’s a cold dark world we live in, and she is about to find out just how cruel it can be. Strength and determination are on Autumn’s side and she will do what ever it takes.

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Blog Tour: Fender, by Brent Jones #Review #giveaway

Author: Brent Jones

Publication Date: August 21, 2017

Genre: Contemporary Fiction/ Drama

Blurb:

How far must we travel to find our way home?

Nothing could have prepared Brennan Glover for the car crash that claimed the lives of his wife and six-year-old daughter. Stricken with grief, the only things that get him through each day are breaking his sobriety and clinging to Fender—the family dog and the sole survivor of the crash.

Desperate to distance Brennan from tragedy, his two closest friends take him on the cross-country road trip they had always talked about. But what begins as an effort to mend his broken heart ends up unraveling a secret that changes everything he thought he knew about his family. Can a journey of six thousand miles lead Brennan to acceptance and new beginnings?

From finding the good in an often cruel world to learning to say goodbye to those we love most, this sophomore release from author Brent Jones is sure to leave readers longing for home, wherever that may be.

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MY REVIEW:

4 of 5 stars

Fender really has a real heartstring puller of a plot line. It shines a certain light on the grieving process that in my opinion really should be pointed out more often. Loosing loved ones unexpectedly is an extremely rough road and this book puts the realities of such hardship front and center for the world to see. Nothing is sugar coated about this book which I love. The emotions felt are raw and the way the main character copes with the loss of his wife and child are likely. One thing that gives this book it’s own unique twist, setting it apart from the run of the mill grieving husband tale is his dog, Fender.

Brennan has an alcohol problem. It started in his early twenties when his best friend committed suicide and Brennan blamed himself for the tragedy. It was during one of his drunken nights, slurring and blacking out that he came across Fender. He found the Beagle hiding under a car in a rainstorm. Brennan wound up keeping the dog and over time, Fender helped him to cope with the death of his friend. Through thick and thin Fender is there for him. As Brennan’s wife neared the birth of their child, she tried talking Brennan into getting rid of Fender. Luckily he stuck to his guns and kept the pup because little did he know his life will take another turn for the worst in the years to come and it’s Fender then will help him through.

Days after the funeral of Brennan’s wife and six year old daughter (they were in a car accident), Brennan’s two best friends Rocco and Franky talk him into going with them on a road trip to help him heal and cope. Brennan had quit drinking while his wife was pregnant with his daughter, and when they passed away he fell off the wagon. The road trip is full of ups and downs while tries to wrap his head and heart around the loss of his loved ones, all the while battling his pull to drink. He insisted on bringing Fender along for the drive, refusing to leave him behind.

I love the way the story bounces back and forth between past and present. Brent Jones is able to reveal the character’s marriage and family life along the way, as if reflecting it all as Brennan’s memories while enduring the grieving process. Brennan didn’t exactly have an easy upbringing or the perfect experience with his in-laws. It was actually quite the opposite. It’s his unique relationship with his loyal companion Fender that helps bring him clarity.

This book is a bit of a slow burn, and sad… Very, very sad. From cover to cover, every single time I sat down to read I wound up crying!! I definitely recommend it to anyone grieving the loss of a loved one!

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About the Author:

From bad checks to bathroom graffiti, Brent Jones has always been drawn to writing. He won a national creative writing competition at the age of fourteen, although he can’t recall what the story was about. Seventeen years later, he gave up his freelance career as a social media manager to pursue creative writing full-time. Fender and The Fifteenth of June are his first two novels.

Jones writes from his home in Fort Erie, Canada. He’s happily married, a bearded cyclist, a mediocre guitarist, (sometimes) vegetarian, and the proud owner of two dogs with a God complex. Subscribe to his newsletter (AuthorBrentJones.com) or follow him on social media (@AuthorBrentJ) for updates.

EXCERPT:

Brennan sat on the living room floor staring at his polished shoes, his back pressed against the leather sofa, a bottle of Jim Beam in his left hand, a lit cigarette in his right. Traces of afternoon sun peeked through lush drapes, adding a hint of color to an otherwise dark and empty room. He tilted the bottle back and flicked ash in an empty drinking glass between his legs, trickles of silver smoke rising up past his face. He was too stricken with grief to hear the front door open.

“You here, Bee?” Rocco entered with Franky in tow. He lowered his head, taking in the scene before him. “We’re so sorry.” He offered Brennan a sympathetic frown, his forehead wrinkled with worry. “How’re you holding up?”

Brennan flicked more ash in the drinking glass without responding.

Rocco let out a deep breath, added, “It was a beautiful service.”

Brennan kept his head down, making no effort to suggest he had heard Rocco.

“Should we come back later?”

“It’s all right if you wanna be alone,” said Franky.

Brennan raised his eyes with pronounced difficulty. He was immediately turned off by their concern, which looked a lot to him like judgment and shame. Rocco, evidently concerned about his drinking, and Franky, concerned because Rocco was concerned. “Go ahead,” said Brennan. “Say it.”

“Say what?” asked Rocco, exchanging a glance with Franky.

Brennan dropped his cigarette in the glass, raised the Jim Beam to his lips. “Say I shouldn’t be drinking again.”

“What you’re going through right now, Bee, I understand—”

“Oh, you always understand, Rocco. Don’t you? Not thisss one, though. You fucking can’t. You didn’t loosh yer family.” Brennan could hear himself slurring.

“I didn’t mean it like that.”

“He’s saying he’d be fucked up, too,” Franky chimed in. “That’s all.”

Brennan hadn’t taken a drink since the day his daughter was born—hadn’t smoked a cigarette since that day, either—and he knew drinking himself senseless was no way to honor her memory. Just this one time, he had told himself. I need this today. But so far, it had brought him no peace. It only heightened his sense of hopelessness.

A faint jingle echoed down the hallway, getting closer, a senior beagle with a limp and fresh stitches emerging at last. Franky knelt down, extended his hands. “Fender,” he said in a singsong voice, scratching behind the dog’s ears. “Who’s a good boy, Fender? Who’s a good boy?”

Fender parked himself at Franky’s feet—not out of obedience or affection, but sheer exhaustion. He was normally playful and energetic—even at twelve years old—and never allowed anyone to enter the house without barking to alert his humans. But at that moment he whimpered, sullen and subdued, rubbing his snout against Franky’s leg.

“When’s the last time he ate?” Rocco asked.

Brennan shook his head.

Rocco motioned to Franky. “Why don’t you take Fender out for a bathroom break? Maybe fill up his food and water bowls, too.”

Franky nodded and Fender followed him out of the room.

Rocco sat on the floor next to Brennan. “Listen, Bee, I get that this is tough.”

Brennan rubbed his temples and said nothing. He was a sensitive man, emotional, fragile at times, and now near speechless. He could almost feel himself shutting down, giving in to the pain, letting go of the world. It felt like he was drowning in a sea of sorrow, violent waves of grief washing over him, and he was losing the will to keep his head above water.

Rocco touched Brennan’s shoulder. “Me and Franky want to take you away for a little bit. It’d do you good.”

“Now?”

“Yeah.” Rocco motioned to the Jim Beam. “I think now’s good. You’ve been outta work for a couple months. I’ve got vacation time saved up at the office, and Franky can walk away from roofing anytime. We were thinking of taking that trip to California we’d always talked about.”

“We talked ’bout ’at shit when wurrr kidsss.”

“Yeah, I get that, but we could still do it. We’d make a road trip out of it, just like you, me, Franky, and Colin—” Rocco winced, having unintentionally drudged up the past.

“My family was just kilt in a car crasssh,” said Brennan. “And you think the best place furr me ish out on the open road?”

Rocco nodded. “I do, Bee. You need to get away and clear your head.”

Brennan listened without speaking, his line of sight again lowered toward his shoes. Tears spilled down his cheeks.

“You can’t stay here by yourself. It’s—it’s too much. It’s too much for anyone to have to handle.” Rocco glanced at Brennan through narrowed and swollen eyes. “Our hearts are heavy, too, and we all need to grieve. But nothing good can come of you sitting here alone and drinking. You need something to take your mind off it.”

Franky returned a minute later. Fender hobbled behind him, his movements labored and graceless, his eyes wet and dark. He positioned himself near Brennan in slow motion. Fender was the last member of the Glover household to see Rosie and Abby alive, and the only survivor of the crash that killed them both.

“Did he eat?” asked Rocco, gesturing toward Fender.

“Not much.” Franky changed gears without blinking. “What’d he say?” He asked the question as if he and Rocco were alone in the room.

“Bee says he’s gonna think on it,” Rocco said, standing. He looked down at Brennan before walking out. “You will give it some thought, right? That’s all I’m asking.”

The house was quiet again, but Brennan was certain nothing could silence the storm in his heart. He ran his finger over the tattoo on his left shoulder through his shirt, as he often did during difficult times. He knew its intricacies by heart—the anniversary of Colin’s death inked in a simple script. He once thought losing his best friend had prepared him for anything life might throw his way, but now he knew better.

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3 digital copies of Fender (Mobi or Epub)

1 Print copy of Fender (Canadian/ U.S. Residents only)

1 Audio copy of Fender

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