Tuesday, August 27, 2013

Release Day for The Five Deaths of Roxanne Love!

I hope you enjoyed the page-a-day posts of The Five Deaths of Roxanne LoveToday the book releases and you can find out what happens next to Santo Castillo and Roxanne. 

RT Book Reviews Top Pick!  “Fascinating...powerful...beautifully wrought.”

Publishers Weekly:  “Intense and Satisfying”

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Monday, August 26, 2013

Five Deaths of Roxanne Love: A Page a Day (35)

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Her guess? “What—”
“How much do you remember?” Santo went on. “Dying?”
The questions felt overwhelming. Answering them, impossible. She shifted, realizing only then that she wore his leather jacket. It was big and warm, the sleeves long enough to cover her hands. It held the scent of the man. Clean. Masculine. Distracting.
“Do you remember dying, Roxanne?” he repeated patiently.
“I remember being shot.”
“Not the same thing,” he replied.
His indifference stung, though there was nothing apathetic in his expression. His gaze was so intense that she felt it. She studied his face, trying to get a read on what he was thinking. He gazed back implacably. He could be plotting a revolution or thinking about cheese for all she could tell.
“Why am I not in a hospital?” she asked.
“It seemed unnecessary under the circumstances.”
“Which are?”
“You can’t die, Roxanne,” he said as if speaking to a child.
“That’s a lie. Of course I can.”
His smile mocked her, but he didn’t argue.
“Is that what this is about?”
“This?” he said.

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Sunday, August 25, 2013

Five Deaths of Roxanne Love: A Page a Day (34)


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She knew from experience that dying brought with it a host of hallucinations. What she thought she’d seen could only be part imagination, part trauma. How many times had one doctor or another told her what a mysterious, indecipherable organ the brain was? How lack of oxygen could cause delusions? Her brain, after so many deaths, couldn’t be trusted.
Stains did not come alive. Bugs didn’t commit mass suicide by window for absolutely no reason. And whatever it was she thought had come through the back door—they definitely had to be a delusion.
But something had happened. A robbery. A shooting.
In her mind’s eye she saw Manny’s body on the floor. Manny, who washed dishes for a living and wouldn’t hurt anyone. He was a special needs worker they’d hired six years ago. He’d been such a good employee that they’d made it a practice to hire other disabled workers, but Manny had been with them the longest. He was like family.
Who would shoot him? Was he okay? And what about the rest of them? Reece? Jim? Sal?
“Where is my brother?” she asked. “Is he alive?”           
Santo cocked his head, as if weighing the validity of her query. The small questioning gesture set off a spark of panic.
“Your guess is as good as mine,” he said after a moment.

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Saturday, August 24, 2013

Five Deaths of Roxanne Love: A Page a Day (33)

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He leaned over her, one hand braced against the back of her seat, the other resting just above her heart. Within his stare she saw a tangle of emotions. Worry, relief, victory, suspicion. The mix was too complex for her to unravel.
“Welcome back,” he said in that deep voice she’d already come to know.
He eased away and settled in his seat beside her, and immediately she missed his warmth. She wanted to follow him so she could huddle in it and let his heat sink into her bones. Disconcerted by the power of the yearning, she looked away and took stock of her surroundings. She sat in an unfamiliar SUV parked on the fringe of a half-empty lot, location unknown. The clock on the dash said 11:20. She had no idea how she’d gotten there.
“Where am I?” she asked.
He nodded at the building squatting near the edge of the blacktop. “That’s my hotel.”
She narrowed her eyes, trying to make sense of that answer. His hotel? Why was he staying in a hotel? And more important, why had he brought her here? She struggled to work it out, but a deep murk had veiled her thoughts, making it hard to distinguish one from the other. She’d been at work and he’d come in and then . . .
An avalanche of memory rumbled down on top of her. The bugs. The stench. The seeping stain and the . . . No. No, no, no. That hadn’t been real. Couldn’t be real.

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Friday, August 23, 2013

Five Deaths of Roxanne Love: A Page a Day (32)


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 Roxanne regained consciousness by degrees, a part of her unwilling to give up the embrace of oblivion. She recognized it—she’d been here before. Within the layered darkness she’d find him, the one who always waited there. He’d comforted her as an infant, wiped her tears as a child, and held her as a woman. He needed her, desired her . . . and frightened her all at the same time.
But now she was alone and that frightened her even more. Where had he gone? Why wasn’t he waiting? What would she find here without him? She began to search for him just as she felt the warmth on her cheek, a caress against her throat. Lips pressed to hers. At last. . . .
She opened her eyes with a soft gasp and found herself caught in the midnight depths of Santo Castillo’s gaze. 

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Thursday, August 22, 2013

Five Deaths of Roxanne Love: A Page a Day (31)

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He leaned closer, his mouth a breath from hers, his hand gliding down her smooth throat to settle over her silent, unbeating heart.
“Come back,” he murmured against her mouth.
Some part of him noted the irony of his actions.
Death’s kiss never restored a life, yet as he pressed his lips to hers, his senses awoke and ricocheted throughout him. He felt a jolt go through her body, racing like lightning across a stormy sky, a current that stretched from his touch to her absent soul.
Triumph welled up inside him as he felt her heart stutter and thump beneath his fingers. He stole her first shivering breath and replaced it with his own.


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Wednesday, August 21, 2013

Five Deaths of Roxanne Love: A Page a Day (30)

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Not yet. Not until he understood what he’d seen tonight.
He scowled at the relief that flooded his system, wanting to purge the remnants of the human causing it. He consoled himself with the reminder. His goal had been delayed. Not changed. He’d waited for her before. He could wait again.
He didn’t have a plan. Didn’t know what the next step would be and certainly didn’t like the ambiguity of allowing an unstable, suicidal cop to make the calls. But the reaper recognized danger when he saw it, and left without choices, he’d do what he had to do. And when it came time, he would reap Roxanne Love.
The pledge echoed in his head as he turned west and headed for the hotel he’d checked into the night before, using Santo’s credit card to pay for the room. A few minutes later, he parked in the lot and shut off the engine. In the sudden quiet, he gazed at the unmoving woman sprawled on the seat, limp and unresponsive.
Her skin looked like pearl against the hue of his fingers. He brushed his knuckles over her cheek, fascinated by the contrast in their color, by the silken feel of her. He couldn’t look away as he willed her to take a breath. To open her eyes.
She’d gone to the darkness without him there to meet her. Was she afraid? Did she search for him?
“Come back to me,” he whispered.
Gently, he traced his fingertips along the curve of her jaw, then the pad of his thumb across that full bottom lip.


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