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Release Blitz: Deserted by Cara Dee

Deserted | Cara Dee

Auctioned #3

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Blurb

Gray Nolan had survived a kidnapping where he was supposed to have been auctioned off to the highest bidder. He had also survived being stranded on an island, under siege from a different set of foes, and throughout the hell they’d all endured, their motto had been “Leave no man behind.”

Recovery was different. Gray wanted to be left alone to fight his demons—and to get over the attachment he’d formed for the man who’d saved him more than once. But in a time when darkness threatened to consume him, salvation arrived as he set out to uphold the promise he’d made to a friend. Eight-year-old Jayden stormed into his life, fresh off the streets of Philadelphia, and lit up Gray’s bleak existence.

Darius Quinn had known that Gray was going to close himself in and run away after everything they’d been through. But he was determined to follow and watch over the young man who should have been just a paycheck. Something about Gray prevented Darius from staying in his preferred role of passive observer, and he couldn’t let Gray carry out his last commitment alone.

What started out as a cross-country road trip to guide them home to Washington was quickly turning into a journey with a destination that scared the life out of Darius. He’d never wanted that kind of future before, and now he was gearing up to fight for it.

Deserted is the third book in the Auctioned Series, following Auctioned and Stranded.

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Excerpt

“Malley!”

Gray whipped around toward the entrance of the church and the source of the loud, unmistakably young voice. Could that be Jayden? Hell, it had to be. Those pale brown eyes haunted Gray every night.

The boy stalked down the aisle, aiming for Father O’Malley, and shrugged and smirked when the priest reminded him to keep his voice down in the church. Father O’Malley was amused, and he ruffled the boy’s shaggy hair.

Gray’s heart pounded when he observed the kid. It was Jayden. He had no doubt. Little things came back to him, insignificant mannerisms he hadn’t paid attention to before, but now it was so clear. He remembered how Jonas’s forehead creased and how he’d scratch his shoulder when he was working something out in his head. Jayden was doing the same thing right now. Whatever Father O’Malley said to him made the boy quiet down and think hard.

How did Jayden survive on his own? Gray found himself with a pile of questions that built up quickly. Or rather, the urgency to have them answered increased. Philadelphia couldn’t be an easy city to live in. For chrissakes, the kid was eight.

Gray had avoided one follow-up question for days, though now he couldn’t hold it back any longer. He had to face the reality and come up with a plan to actually help the boy. He did have a place in mind, but what if Jayden didn’t agree? To him, Gray was a complete stranger.

So…what happened next?

Jayden seemed fidgety and restless, and he nodded jerkily when Father O’Malley said something and gestured toward Gray.

Shit. This was it. He was gonna have to tell this little boy he’d lost his only family member.

Gray swallowed hard, struck by a wall of sadness. Jonas was supposed to be here, goddammit. The rage followed so easily. Imagine. Fucking hell. Surviving a whole year with that organization, then getting away, and just when you were granted a taste of freedom…

Jayden walked over to Gray with rapid steps, and he unzipped his coat halfway and pulled off his scarf.

Holy shit, he really looked like his brother. Gray catalogued the traits and couldn’t tear his gaze away. The eyes were the same. More than shape and color; Jayden’s eyes had seen too much too. His face had a bit more roundness to it than Jonas’s had had, but Jayden still had a hint of hardness to his features. His jaw was set, his eyes missed nothing, his shoulders were stiff, and he was white-knuckling that scarf in his hand.

Jayden reached Gray and didn’t hesitate to slump down next to him. “Jonas is dead, right?”

Christ.

Gray cleared his throat, his mind racing to sort his jumbled thoughts. There was no protocol for this kind of thing. Well, there probably was for professionals.

“Yes. I’m sorry,” Gray said quietly.

“Fuck,” Jayden whispered. He nodded once and looked away. Gray heard him sniffle. “I knew it.” Then he growled and kicked the pew in front of them, eliciting a thump that flew through the church. “I knew he was dead.”

“Jayden—” Gray’s heart broke for the kid, and he carefully put a hand on Jayden’s shoulder. “He talked about you a lot. He tried his hardest to come back to you. It was all he wanted.”

Jayden’s chin wrinkled, and he visibly struggled to contain his emotions.

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About The Author

I’m often awkwardly silent or, if the topic interests me, a chronic rambler. In other words, I can discuss writing forever and ever. Fiction, in particular. The love story—while a huge draw and constantly present—is secondary for me, because there’s so much more to writing romance fiction than just making two (or more) people fall in love and have hot sex.

There’s a world to build, characters to develop, interests to create, and a topic or two to research thoroughly. Every book is a challenge for me, an opportunity to learn something new, and a puzzle to piece together. I want my characters to come to life, and the only way I know to do that is to give them substance—passions, history, goals, quirks, and strong opinions—and to let them evolve.

Additionally, I want my men and women to be relatable. That means allowing room for everyday problems and, for lack of a better word, flaws. My characters will never be perfect.

Wait…this was supposed to be about me, not my writing.

I’m a writey person who loves to write. Always wanderlusting, twitterpating, kinking, and geeking. There’s time for hockey and cupcakes, too. But mostly, I just love to write.

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Release Blitz: Shameful Scars

Shameful Scars | A L Williams

Scars #3

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Release Date: June 14th, 2020

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Blurb

I can take care of myself…

Please help me…

Her lips are pure damnation…

I will never leave you…

Hayley is determined to achieve her goals even as overworked as she is. She is almost done with school and loves her new internship.

Everything is great. Except for a certain angel she wants gone. The others have forgiven Gabriel and Hayley doesn’t understand why. Worse of all she can’t reconcile her deep hatred and attraction to  them.

Gabriel has accepted their banishment, but every day on earth is increasingly tiresome. Nothing makes sense and they are unsettled.

Especially their growing attraction to Hayley. It contradicts their disinterest in physical pleasures. However, It doesn’t matter because she hates them and nothing is changing her mind. Gabriel has no idea how to convince her otherwise.

Meanwhile, a child has vanished from a local group home, leaving only a single clue. Despite the risk  to her life Hayley refuses to stand on the sidelines and Gabriel gets dragged into the chaos. Little do they know they are more involved than they think.

The hunt for answers only forces Hayley and Gabriel closer. They have to confront their demons all while navigating their intense attraction that is far beyond the vanilla. It’s a battle of dominance and submission, but it’s not what it seems.

Can they overcome their internalized Shame and allow themselves what they secretly long for or are the Scars too deep

Content warning: Explicit sexual content, Sexual child abuse (not on the page), Adult Sexual Abuse (brief), Mention of drug use.

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Excerpt

When Tammy and I stepped inside the fence, I inspected the building that looked like a large home bathed in shadow. Playground equipment peeked around from the back. A sign with guest hours was hung by the door as we approached.

We entered the quiet house and walked down the hall past several rooms with bunk beds pressed against the walls. A child filled each bed.

Some of the rooms had two or more single twin beds with older teens who looked like they were about to age out.

It was just as I remembered. I spent several years in a group home and being inside one made me sick to my stomach. I was really going to have to get over this. Weakness did these children no good.

The tension in my jaw increased as we moved further into the house. The home was filled with simple furniture, whiteboards in the kitchen with assigned chores next to posted house rules. Along the walls, ragged books stood together on old bookshelves.

I eyed the kitchen, trying to keep my nerves under control as memories threatened to take over. A woman stepped out into the hall, and I was grateful for the distraction. I could see the bags under her eyes and the slump of her shoulders. It was clear she was worried and exhausted.

“Thank you for coming so quickly,” she said when she reached us. Tammy nodded and pulled out a notepad. The woman glanced at me.

“She is my intern,” Tammy said. “When did you notice the child was missing?”

I looked back to the other woman.

“One of the other children came out and told us he was gone when she woke up to use the bathroom.”

Tammy scribbled something down. “Was there anything unusual about the child’s behavior or any clue that they might run away?”

She thought that the kid had run away. I narrowed my eyes. It was true that children ran away quite often. I was one of them, but did she have to assume it was their fault? They could have been kidnapped.

Blaming the victim was never okay.

No one will believe you.

My stomach churned as Tammy asked more questions. The conversation faded into the distance as my mind raced with a million thoughts. Was he okay? Did someone hurt him? Was he hungry and alone?

Acid rose in my throat as the memory of Eden returned. Eden was a child Tammy put in my care when it was discovered she was sick—which turned out to be the bubonic plague. They banished her from the house, not wanting the other kids to get sick. I took her to Adam, the only doctor I trusted, but despite his efforts and because of Lucy’s curse, she died anyway. Both blamed themselves. I wished they would realize it wasn’t their fault.

“I need to use the restroom,” I said. The woman nodded and pointed me in the direction of the nearest bathroom. I excused myself.

As I walked further down the hall, the soft snores of children drifted out of the rooms. Something flashed in my peripheral vision. I peered into the room, finding a little boy sitting on a bed with something in his hands. It glittered with an unnatural light that illuminated his face as he gazed at it in awe.

“Can I come in?” I whispered.

The child’s head shot up, fear in his expression. I softened my voice and asked again. He nodded, gripping the object.

When I stopped at his side, I studied it. It was a long branch twisting and curling in on itself in places. The wood grain was fine and barely visible through the white glow of its surface.

“Can I see it?” I asked. The child frowned and looked down, lost in thought for a moment, and then handed it to me. I inspected it, turning it around in my hand. It radiated a warmth as if it was alive.

“Where did you find this?”

“Bobby is missing, and I found it under his bed.”

That must be the missing child, I thought. I peered at the branch, then backed away. The child played with his hands like it was a nervous habit.

“You’re fine. You didn’t do anything wrong,” I said. The boy relaxed.

Kids got in trouble for everything in these places, and they had always been on high alert, expecting at any moment that they would be punished.

I plastered the best smile that I could muster on my face. “Thank you.” He grinned.

I left the room and entered the bathroom, pulling out my phone. “Hey,” James answered.

“Hey, I need to talk to Andy,” I said, leaning against the wall. I heard shuffling and mumbled voices through the receiver.

“Hey,” Andrew said.

“There’s a missing child.”

“I’m aware. It has been reported,” he replied. “That’s not my department.”

I bit the inside of my cheek. “This is not normal.”

“What do you mean?”

“Do you know any trees that glow?”

About The Author

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My name is Alec Lee Williams, a transgender non-binary artist. My pronouns are He/him/his or They/Them/Their.  I have loved creating things ever since I can remember. I spent my youth drawing fan fiction and art, as well as writing poetry.

My art is the visual and written expression of what is in my heart and mind. I have been diagnosed with Bipolar I and PTSD. Mental illness is the hardest thing a person can deal with and the journey to emotional stability is long and sometimes painful. Especially as a person of color.

My vision is to make myself face the pain and the struggle. To make the world see me and the rest of us and what social expectation and stigma have created. Mental illness and discrimination are a part of our history and it’s time the world sees it.  The beautiful and the dirty. The painful and the euphoric.

With my art, I want to show those who don’t have mental illness what it’s like. I want those that do have a mental illness, specifically queer POC, to relate and maybe even letting go of their trauma and triggers by seeing it displayed. I want them to know they are not alone. Now that I have decided to pursue writing my novels I hope will do the same.

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A rollercoaster of a ride in this third part of the Auctioned series

44074286._SY475_Deserted by Cara Dee

My rating: 5 of 5 stars

What a rollercoaster of a ride.

This series by Cara Dee keeps the reader on the edge of a thrilling narrative constantly and there’s hardly time to take a breath before it shoots off again.

Here we’re back in Gray’s head as he continues to run away from the well-meaning people at home and the guy who rescued him from Hell.

I’m not going into any plot details, suffice it to say, the tension grips from start to finish, with hardly a chance to relax as Gray sets off to keep his promise to his dead friend.

But it’s not all bleak, the connections which are formed in this book warmed my heart and Gray and Dare’s relationship is as scorching hot as ever with some truly beautiful emotional vulnerability.

I can’t wait to see where it goes in book four!

#ARC kindly received from the author in return for an honest and unbiased review.

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