DEATH OF A CHORUS GIRL BY P M BRIEDE THIS IS ONE HOT READ YOU GOT TO GET!!!

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When Detective Richard Giordano walks onto the Broadway stage, he expects to find a young, dead chorus girl. Having the show’s choreographer so intricately tied to the victim, and now his case, is something else altogether. What quickly becomes even more troublesome is balancing his attraction with his gut instincts.

The choreographer, Empathy Delacroix, is no stranger to death. Emotional scenes from the past suck her in and force her to play critical roles in the events. They often culminate in her experiencing the victim’s demise. It’s a secret she can’t confide in the police, even if she knows how the chorus girl’s life really ended.

Time ticks by and New York’s vilest players come out of the shadows, not only threatening to detour the case but also Detective Giordano’s and Empathy’s entire lives. The bonds of death and love push them closer together and into the path of a killer, leaving both unsure of what their future holds.

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Had I known the smile Em gave me by the statue was the last one I would see that afternoon, I would have taken more time to memorize it. We are on our way to our fourth address. Each time she enters that frightful trance it is as if I watch her die. Her body quivers uncontrollably until she collapses in my arms. Her breathing grows shallower until it stops. At that point, all the tension seeps out of her, and she becomes lifeless. Then she blinks, begins gulping the air as if it is water, and clings to me like I am her anchor to reality.
So far, we haven’t talked about what is going on, short of her outlining in specific detail how my victims spent their last living moments. I’m confused and alarmed about what I’m witnessing, and even a little scared of her. And yet, as confounding and outrageous as this all is, I refuse to walk away. I can’t leave her to deal with it alone. Whatever this is, it is a part of her. The burgeoning love I feel isn’t diminished by it. If anything, it grows. Now there is something I can be for Em, her anchor. She may go through the experience alone, but I am determined to never again let her deal with its aftermath that way.
The time between each site is just as bad as the sites themselves. She won’t talk to me except to insist that we continue on this madcap quest. I hear her whimpers as she fights back the emotions resulting from her experience. The tears never fall but sit heavy in her eyes as she shivers next to me. She looks battered and broken, though there isn’t a bruise marring her perfect skin. I try multiple times to comfort her but she pushes me away, saying it isn’t time for that now.
Needless to say, when she grabs my arm and shouts, “Where are we going?” I’m shocked.
“Battery Park, Em. We don’t have to do this anymore…”
“Stop the car!” she demands, cutting me short. “Stop the car, Richard! Stop it now!” We are in the middle of New York City traffic. I can’t just stop, but glancing at her, she looks green and terrified. The tears are falling and her free hand claws at the door. “Let me out! Please, Richard, I have to get out!”
I flip on the lights, directing us into the far-right lane to park the car. In an instant, she is out and racing to a trash can. By the time I join her, she’s violently emptying her stomach contents. I am at a loss for what to do as I watch her beg for water between her heaves. I don’t have any and I can’t leave her to get some. She is barely holding herself up.
“I need water!” I holler and flash my badge. “Em, stay with me.” Please don’t have this madness she’s been putting herself through steal her from me. Thankfully, a food vendor hands me a bottle.
I help her to the ground and feel helpless as she guzzles about half the bottle before pouring the rest over her head. I look at the vendor sheepishly as I fish a ten out of my wallet. He waves it off and offers to bring me more water if she needs it. I’ve come across enough burn victims suffering from dehydration to recognize the symptoms of fire damage in the woman cowering on the pavement in front of me. She needs more water. I press the ten into his hand and gratefully accept his offer.
I give her my full attention while he is gone. “What happened? What do you need?” Her eyes aren’t completely clouded over, as if we are on the edge of another trance.
She focuses through the fog and for the briefest moment, she is completely back. “Get me out of here. I can’t be in Lower Manhattan.” The words shake with her fear. Her body convulses again as it fights the wretched trance threatening to sweep her away from me. Something about this instance, though, is much worse than all the rest. I’m afraid it may actually kill her.
There aren’t many options. I don’t want to leave her, and I can’t leave the car. She can’t be in Lower Manhattan, but getting her out requires taking her deeper into it first. It pains me to take the only move I have. The vendor returns and I waste no time before ordering him to stay with her. I race to the charger, flip on the lights, and quickly maneuver through traffic to get turned back towards uptown. By the time I get back to Em, I was gone about fifteen minutes but it was the longest fifteen minutes of my life.
The vendor is still by her side and from the number of bottles on the ground it looks like he was very generous to her. “You should probably get this one to a hospital, officer,” he comments with sincere concern.
“Thank you, sir. I’ll take care of her from here.” The vendor walks back to his cart as I turn back to Em. The convulsions have stopped but she is soaking wet. I kneel before her and cup her face to bring her eyes to mine. There are hints of that damned fog in them, but it hasn’t taken her over yet. “Em, I’m here. The car’s at the corner and I’m going to get you out of here. Can you walk?” She shakes her head, and I don’t hesitate to scoop her up into my arms.

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About PM Briede:

I am a lover of all things artistic. I grew up surrounded by the performing arts both as a spectator and performer. That love of creation and design is the fuel for my writing now. Being able to create and entertain is a dream come true.

The imagination is a powerful thing, able to take you places you never dreamed. I write realistic fantasy. The idea of the possible having impossible explanations fascinates me. That idea is the driving force behind the Charlotte Grace series.

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FRACTURED HEARTS BY RISSA BLAKELEY GET YOUR COPY TODAY!!

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Fractured Hearts

Sereis: Shattered Lives, Book 3

Author: Rissa Blakeley

Release Date: April 27, 2015

Genre: Paranormal/ Post-Apocalyptic

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Synopsis:

*Warning: For mature (18+) audiences only due to strong language, sexual situations and violence.*

The demons taunted. Feeling imprisoned by the voices in his head, Henry feared he would never be free from their reign. With no regard, he raised the bottle to his lips and relished in the blackness welcoming him like an old friend.

After a child went missing and Henry was unable to aid in the search, he knew it was time to clean up his act. With Gunther’s help and determination, Elaina worked to get Henry back on track to a healthier, more sober lifestyle.

The guilt from the actions of Gunther’s past continued to weigh on him, but through Quinn’s encouragement, he allowed himself to start the healing process. Their steamy relationship tested Quinn’s resolve and their future together. She faced a decision which would close the door to one life, opening another that was full of promise.

More survivors ventured into the small town and were allowed to take up residence at the school. Through love, friendship, and with a sense of community, growth began. But discoveries were made that would bring on devastation.

Faced with a battle of a lifetime, some felt survival seemed more like an option than something for which to fight. More secrets were exposed, lives were lost. But, somehow, a little joy and relief followed.

The question that remained was whose heart would shatter and who would be able to move forward?

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Excerpt:

My murmur drifted around us as I began feeling sentimental. I slipped off my hoodie and vest, then decided to shed my t-shirt. I was still feeling self-conscious about my body, but I was determined to get it back.

She stripped off her shirt and bra, making my zipper on my pants strain further. I stood, unbuckling my belt and cargoes. They dropped to the floor with a thud. My devious grin came out when she got up and dropped her pants, as well.

Bloody hell. Never has someone so beautiful walked this earth.

She stood before me, her long black hair sweeping over her naked breasts. I stepped back in an effort to soak all of her in. The luscious curve of her waist leading to her hips…

A perfect vision. No one could compare.

I grabbed her hand and made her do a turn, getting a look at the ass I simply adored. My hand had a mind of its own, traveling around, enjoying the feel of her supple skin. I admit it. I was drooling.

I spun her back to face me, wanting a proper dance with my love. Well, as proper as a naked dance could get. I guided her to the center of our room, the cold tile unforgiving under the pads of our feet.

Humming a few bars of a Jon Legend song, I held her in my arms in the middle of our room. With one hand on her ass and the other clasping hers nestled between our chests, we moved effortlessly together.

In sync. As one.

I pulled her closer, singing the lyrics in her ear. Her body broke out into goose bumps. I was so glad I still had that effect on her because I thought I had lost my touch.

I dropped her hand and held her tight as we swayed in the shadow of our former selves. Her warmth wrapped around my body, holding me together as an uneasiness washed over me.

There was so much to fear, so much that she couldn’t even understand. Between the demons, the fresh sobriety, my life status, our future… There were so many things lined up, championing to be number one.

I hated living with a black cloud hovering over me. It made everything difficult…including love. Every minute of what was left of my life, I needed to work to restore her faith that I could be the man she dreamt me to be.

Grabbing her face with both hands, I made her look up at me, continuing to sing softly as I pressed my forehead to hers. With a slight smile, she gazed into my emeralds, enjoying our profound moment.

God, she was beautiful. Her perfect face, sensational eyes, rosy cheeks, pouty lip, the way her hair tickled my chilled skin, her naked body swaying and pressing against mine… It all had me reeling. I couldn’t ask for a better woman to hold in my arms.

Jon Legend had it right on the money. Elaina was my end and my beginning. The end of one tortured, empty life; the beginning of one raptured, satiated life. How could I not be with her standing tall with me? No matter what kind of world we lived in, she was everything to me. My life was only real with her. Without her, I would be coasting to my death, one discordant step at a time.

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Rissa Blakeley is a quirky freelance writer and the author of the Shattered Lives series. She lives a socially awkward life just outside of Atlanta, Georgia with her amazing husband and daughter, four four-legged, furry children, and the many characters poking her brain, looking for more scenes about them in her books. When she isn’t writing, she can be found procrastinating on Facebook.

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Fractured Hearts
Series: Shattered Lives, Book 3
Author: Rissa Blakeley
Release Date: April 27, 2015
Genre: Paranormal/ Post-Apocalyptic
 
Follow the tour to see special interviews and reviews of Fractured Hearts: http://bit.ly/1Jw17MD
Synopsis:
*Warning: For mature (18+) audiences only due to strong language, sexual situations and violence.*
The demons taunted. Feeling imprisoned by the voices in his head, Henry feared he would never be free from their reign. With no regard, he raised the bottle to his lips and relished in the blackness welcoming him like an old friend.
After a child went missing and Henry was unable to aid in the search, he knew it was time to clean up his act. With Gunther’s help and determination, Elaina worked to get Henry back on track to a healthier, more sober lifestyle.
The guilt from the actions of Gunther’s past continued to weigh on him, but through Quinn’s encouragement, he allowed himself to start the healing process. Their steamy relationship tested Quinn’s resolve and their future together. She faced a decision which would close the door to one life, opening another that was full of promise.
More survivors ventured into the small town and were allowed to take up residence at the school. Through love, friendship, and with a sense of community, growth began. But discoveries were made that would bring on devastation.
Faced with a battle of a lifetime, some felt survival seemed more like an option than something for which to fight. More secrets were exposed, lives were lost. But, somehow, a little joy and relief followed.
The question that remained was whose heart would shatter and who would be able to move forward?
Purchase Link:
Fractured Hearts (Shattered Lives, Book Three): http://amzn.to/1yRKkUb
Excerpt:
My murmur drifted around us as I began feeling sentimental. I slipped off my hoodie and vest, then decided to shed my t-shirt. I was still feeling self-conscious about my body, but I was determined to get it back.
She stripped off her shirt and bra, making my zipper on my pants strain further. I stood, unbuckling my belt and cargoes. They dropped to the floor with a thud. My devious grin came out when she got up and dropped her pants, as well.
Bloody hell. Never has someone so beautiful walked this earth.
She stood before me, her long black hair sweeping over her naked breasts. I stepped back in an effort to soak all of her in. The luscious curve of her waist leading to her hips…
A perfect vision. No one could compare.
I grabbed her hand and made her do a turn, getting a look at the ass I simply adored. My hand had a mind of its own, traveling around, enjoying the feel of her supple skin. I admit it. I was drooling.
I spun her back to face me, wanting a proper dance with my love. Well, as proper as a naked dance could get. I guided her to the center of our room, the cold tile unforgiving under the pads of our feet.
Humming a few bars of a Jon Legend song, I held her in my arms in the middle of our room. With one hand on her ass and the other clasping hers nestled between our chests, we moved effortlessly together.
In sync. As one.
I pulled her closer, singing the lyrics in her ear. Her body broke out into goose bumps. I was so glad I still had that effect on her because I thought I had lost my touch.
I dropped her hand and held her tight as we swayed in the shadow of our former selves. Her warmth wrapped around my body, holding me together as an uneasiness washed over me.
There was so much to fear, so much that she couldn’t even understand. Between the demons, the fresh sobriety, my life status, our future… There were so many things lined up, championing to be number one.
I hated living with a black cloud hovering over me. It made everything difficult…including love. Every minute of what was left of my life, I needed to work to restore her faith that I could be the man she dreamt me to be.
Grabbing her face with both hands, I made her look up at me, continuing to sing softly as I pressed my forehead to hers. With a slight smile, she gazed into my emeralds, enjoying our profound moment.
God, she was beautiful. Her perfect face, sensational eyes, rosy cheeks, pouty lip, the way her hair tickled my chilled skin, her naked body swaying and pressing against mine… It all had me reeling. I couldn’t ask for a better woman to hold in my arms.
Jon Legend had it right on the money. Elaina was my end and my beginning. The end of one tortured, empty life; the beginning of one raptured, satiated life. How could I not be with her standing tall with me? No matter what kind of world we lived in, she was everything to me. My life was only real with her. Without her, I would be coasting to my death, one discordant step at a time.
Special Sale on books 1 & 2 until May 1
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Purchase Links:
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Awakened Desires (Shattered Lives, Book Two): http://amzn.to/1yRKmez
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Rissa Blakeley is a quirky freelance writer and the author of the Shattered Lives series. She lives a socially awkward life just outside of Atlanta, Georgia with her amazing husband and daughter, four four-legged, furry children, and the many characters poking her brain, looking for more scenes about them in her books. When she isn’t writing, she can be found procrastinating on Facebook.
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DEEPER BY ALLYN LESLEY GET YOUR COPY NOW!!!!

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Mousey had the honor of a special quest today. So let’s all listen in to my conversation that I had,

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Mousey — This morning we have with us Avianna Linton. Good morning and Thank you for being with us this morning. Now as I understand it you were recently involved in a traffic stop. Can you tell us some about that stop what how that has affected you??
Avianna — Hi, Mousey. Love your name by the way. I’m glad to be here. The traffic stop happened about three, well four, years ago. It changed my entire life. In a blink of an eye, I lost the only person I’d ever been close to. 
Mousey — Can you tell us where you lived before coming to New York City??
Avianna — Oh, sure. I lived in Norland, Florida. It’s about an hour or so from Miami. 
Mousey — Is there anyone special in your life at the moment??
Avianna — *smiles* There are lots of special people in my life. New York City really surprised me. 
Mousey — what about this Noah character?? Can you tell us some about him??
Avianna — *blushes* There’s really no way to describe him. He takes up everything—he’s really tall, has dimples *fans self*, and then there’s his ‘I’m in charge’ attitude that makes me mad as hell but I secretly like. 
Mousey — Is there any one that you are having issues with that might cause you some harm??
Avianna — Not that I’m aware of. I’m just a kindergarten school Teacher. I have a few friends I’ve met in New York, and they’re all nice.
Mousey — Avianna, before you go as I know that you have to rush off is there anything that you would like to say without getting in Deeper??
Avianna — I’d to encourage your followers to go check out allyn lesley’s novel because it’s not the typical ‘girl meets boy’ story. Also, if you’re ever in Harlem, Mousey, stop by J.
Thank you so much for taking time out to join us this morning and I do hope things work out for you and your Guy . And that you don’t get in Deeper than you want.

PROJECT OF BEING A WOMEN IS ON GOING INSPIRE TO INSPIRE BY TRE’ VAUGH TAYLOR

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I rec’d an ARC of “PROJECT OF BEING A WOMEN” from the author. In exchange for an honest opinion. This is Mismousey’s very honest opinion of Mr Taylor’s book.

I had the honor a few months ago of interviewing Mr. Taylor regarding his new release. We spoke about how he came about writing it- who inspired him- how he came to write this novel.  Here is a little from that interview –

MizMousey- Looking over your bio I have seen that you wanted to write at an early age. Can you tell your readers about this?

Tre- Yes. At the age of 9 years old is when I started writing. I use to write short stories and bring them to school; where my friends would read them and ask for more. That was the first talent I witness. Before a couple years later I discovered that I am a multitalented individual. So I know its hard for people to find out exactly who I am. I’m actually rather happy about that. I don’t want no definition. I am not a boy that can ever be define. Definition leads to limitations in my mind. I do not want you to know who I am; I want you to discover me. Discover every element about me. It’s important to be this way. Leave things for the mind to create. Be curious to find out what/ who is this young black openly gay man is/about.

MizMousey-I see that your book is concerning the lives of  4  black women. Can you tell us who they are based off off??     But in truth couldn’t your book be based on the lives of all women in general?

Tre–Yes I can. The women in the book are not based off of anyone. They are traits of women I’ve met that I created into 4 complex characters. But the characters are not anyone at all. They are from my imagination. It’s funny because I get this question a lot. It’s because I have a deep passion to dive deep. I like to dive deep in social issues and create from there. Women at the time of this novel were my social issues to discover. The women share something that creates and signals other women to have a connection with. The book can be based off women lives in general. I will not deny that. I think that’s why it’s so successful thus far. Because it’s a meaningful body of work that you can connect with.

MizMousey-How did you come up with this book?

Tre- How did I come up with this book? this amazing- phenomenal novel?  I would like to say I wrote this book. At a very troubling moment in my life. I was a few months out of high school. I was looking for a path towards my goals. I started writing this book in august of 2013 and finished it in October 2013.  It didn’t take me much time to create. The stories begin to flow from my fingertips as I created the first chapter. I did in fact listen to a lot of music during the process of creation. My go- to’s were Lauryn Hill, Michael Jackson, Nicki Minaj and John Legend. Also a little of Whitney Houston. The music helped me create the scenes in my head. I didn’t intentionally think I’ll write a book about women issues. It just mapped itself out through the music. I needed characters with great connection. The music helped me create and discover characters of great foundations of connection.

MizMousey-what inspired you to write about the struggles of women?

Tre-: My mom. My grandmother. And especially a lot of ground breaking – complex women I’ve met or read about. There was a story there that needed to be told. I found that outlet to tell their story. When reading you can see yourself or someone you know. That’s what I love about it because readers tell me how much they can connect with it. I think that’s the most rewarding feeling to have. To have people say you were telling my life story. It just sends chills down my back.

Now that you have read a portion of his amazing in depth interview that he gave me. Let’s take a look at his first book that Mr Taylor wrote. Yes, it is about 4 different black women- but as I had asked the question. Can not in truth these stories be applied to the lives of all women?? When you read this book, you are reading the hardships that black women go through. This is from the authors point of view. I however- the mouse- say all women regardless of race go through the same struggles. Some maybe not as much. But we have our burdens and crosses to bear.

Each women in the book has a different story. Veronica- Brenda- Laura and Sidney. They each go through -live through- and come through – there own type of hell.

For Veronica she has a deep and dark secret that she keeping. One that is haunting her day and night. She does not trust men at all. Veronica has not even told her own mother what happened to her. In the process of putting her world back together again. She finds a man – one that she believes she can trust and build a life with. One night after making love- she decides to confide him her secret.

Now – with Veronica story there is a lot more to it… I am not going to spoil it for you. I will give you a few lines from her story for you that are my favorite…..

 “For you, my lady.” as he handed her the flowers

“Thank you . I love roses!

 “Do you understand what you just ya’ll just did?’ Ryan screamed at everyone and scolded them as if they were children of his own then continued.

Brenda– is a married women whom she thought was haeppy with a new baby. She begins to suspect her husband is cheating on her. She is working part time as a therapist. Brenda also decides to hire a friend college as private detective. She wants answers. As she begins to fill her friend in on why she believes her husband is cheating. Brenda relays what happened when she went to do the laundry on the night of her birthday. It was then that she found the condom wrapper in her husband’s back pants pocket. Richard tells Brenda that he will investigate Lance and find out who he is cheating on her with. Brenda is driving home – when she suddenly has an asthma attack. It causes a bad car accident. Not only does she end up in the hospital but so does the other driver.

After the accident -Lance pulls so far away from Brenda . He wants to know why she was drinking. She denies it. It is then a young man by the name of Antonio comes in to her office. He tells her that he has been having an affair with an married man. But his lover will not leave his wife.

The story with Brenda and her life / marriage. Is one that not every women goes through. But some women do. Those that do become stronger for there struggles. For those that do go through this – they might feel some what shameful. They shouldn’t – Brenda had courage-straighten-honor- and love.

Brenda chuckled then said ” Teach your fans some respect Lance that was very rude of him”

One afternoon she could’ve sworn she heard Lance crying on the phone.

 With Laura and Sidney both they are very complex. Laura herself- she is married to a wonderful man. However, he is pressuring her into having a child. Each month that she does not come up pregnant she feels a failure. The pressure begins to take a toil on her. So much so that she fakes being pregnant.. Laura’s story is one of what a women goes and does to have a child for her husband.

Now there are a lot of excellent lines in her story. One like- ” Why did you tell her ? I just can’ stand you sometimes.”

And then- She knew that she was in too deep but at the same aspect she wanted this more than ever……looked into the mirror at Jill.

Our last female an story is about Sidney. Yes, she her self is complex in so many ways. More than you would think by looking at her.First -Sidney at glance you say has it all.. A boyfriend -having an affair with a married man. in her eyes she has it all. Then she finds out she is pregnant. And before she can actually think about it an what to do. Sidney suffers a horrible miscarriage. The daddy of the baby thinks she had an abortion.

Sidney attempts to get on with her life. She tells the married man she wants nothing to do with him anymore. To leave her alone. But will he?? Can Sidney actually have a life with her boyfriend??  What happens in Sidney life does happen to million’s of women everyday. You just don’t know it.

In Project of a Women – Mr Taylor has recognized and Thanked several people. Those beings his mom Wanda, Grandmother Carolyn – Late Grandmother Gewn- The late Great Marilyn Monroe – Rupaul, Nicki Minaj and he also thanked you the reader for reading his book.

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PS : I pray to God , that the world understand the ART I give it.

It’s missing desperately. May each tool you use build the way.

           INSPIRE TO INSPIRE.

 

In closing Mismousey recommends this book to everyone to read both young an old. I feel it has a message a for all women. Where you are black-white-red-orange-purple-not matter your color. The stories told concerning these 4 and following them. Can be about any women out there today.
Mousey gives this terrific and very fast read a firm rating of 50 out 5 stars.
NOW RUN AND GET YOUR COPY TODAY OF PROJECT OF BEING A WOMEN!! YOU WILL NOT REGRET READING THIS AMAZING BOOK!! WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR???
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