Title: The Goodbye Man (Red Market, #1)
Authors: Mary E. Palmerin & A. Giannoccaro
Genre: Dark Erotic Horror/Taboo
Release Date: July 31, 2015
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BOOK TRAILER: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QGHJmCsJOt0
Blurb
Dysfunctional empires were made to fall.
I am Caesar. Broken and conflicted. I am a man who gives false goodness to those who crave it. I provide solace to the ones who beg to be saved, giving them the goodbyes they want. But, my quiet little world is about to be shattered by the whispers from heaven and hell.
I am Mateo. Unlovable and unworthy. I am the boy everyone runs from. I keep love close to me in little jars of perfection, reminding me of a thousand goodbyes I never had to say, because I left them before they could leave me.
I am Svetlana. Dirty and Used. Birthed into brutality while still trying to comprehend my version of normal. I am an injured lamb, eaten by filthy wolves day after day. Just as salvation seems like it's within reach, a goodbye from this awful world is all that I wish for.
**Graphic content warning including detailed depiction of brutal, bloody acts. Physical and emotional abuse is also apparent throughout this book with graphic sex scenes, both consensual and non-sensual. Reader discretion is highly advised. Not suitable for readers under the age of eighteen or those who are easily offended by the above mentioned acts.**
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Excerpt #1:
“We need to go, Lettie doll.”
Why? Why does he call me that? Why does he make me feel like I want to keep living for tomorrow? I hate it! But I have no choice as I stare into his black eyes. They draw me in and suck the wind from my lungs, once begging for death, now craving life. The tearing I remembered from before with Pavel is instantly replaced with lust, throbbing between my legs as I feel the urge to fall to my knees and kiss his bloody boots to show him how much I praise him. He holds my heart in his hands. He knows this, but something tells me that his heart is in the balance, too.
Girls like me hold no power. I took life. I took one of his dolls because they held something I never will. Peace. Order. Death. I broke. The little, quiet girl who let herself be raped day after day let herself break into a million pieces as the hard dick pleasured her while her lover loved him more. I thought for sure I would be reprimanded for my actions, but a softness I haven’t seen before is present in his eyes. And maybe something else. Worry? Is that worry? Is his face red? I find myself wanting to comfort him, but he doesn’t like to be touched. My warm, trembling hands make him feel uncomfortable. The push and pull between life and death, love and loss, is making me mad.
-Svetlana, The Goodbye Man
Excerpt #2
After many years of trial and error and a wake of useless dead bodies, we know the best way to get them exactly where we need them to be. If you buy an organ on the red market it is not going to be a healthy, fit person who gave it up. It’s an urchin that has been used and abused by themselves and others. You never know what you are going to get and I really don't care. I save your life, but sometimes it’s not what it seems.
I let the girl lie next to me for the night. I know she doesn’t sleep much because she has to choose to suffer and live or to die and never hurt again. I have no problem sleeping at night as I am not conflicted, confused or troubled. I am who I am and I own it. I am able to sleep for six hours despite her constant tossing beside me, and when her shuddering from the cold wakes me in the early hours of the morning, I instinctively pull her into me. Her bony body stills next to mine, waiting for the horrors that should follow. They won’t come from me; the horrors that I have are silent, quiet and unseen. She won’t feel her death, but she can feel me taking her body in ways that she isn’t used to. There is little point to sex if you don’t both enjoy it, so I don’t understand the need to beat or hurt a girl to get off. I like them to feel good, because if they feel good I feel even better. She relaxes into me as I take her from behind, my slow rhythm making her breaths hot and needy, like the way she arches into me as we both get the release we were seeking. I don’t need sex for the connection; I need it to set the demons of my mind free, as it quiets my voices. The incessant din inside my mind where I hear the voices of a thousand goodbyes and the screams of those who I couldn’t save from the demons of Hunts Point. Sound is the one thing that can hurt me; I need quiet, and I crave silence. I have tried earplugs. I soundproofed my home, but somehow the voices always get inside. Soft, sweet, beautiful voices are the devil in my mind that drives me to do bad things.
-Caesar, The Goodbye Man
About the Authors:
A. Giannoccaro
Author of the Colour series, a dark romance.
“Our skin is clothing enough to cover what we hide inside.”
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Mary E. Palmerin
International bestselling author of the Monster series.Writer of dark, taboo tales. Lover of tattoos, art, and a hopeless book junkie.
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Website:
http://marypalmerinauthor.blogspot.com
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