I scream. I couldn’t help it. I jump up and whack my head on the bottom of a bleacher. My hand flies immediately to the lump forming. I start running while bent in half. I try to get out.
Suddenly, my hair is yanked back. I shriek as my hands automatically go to the back of my head. My heart races in terror. I bend backwards from the yank and then fall to my knees.
~Joy, Silencing Joy
Joy is the type of person that goes about her business, stays out of people’s way, and keeps to herself. Everything changes one night at a football game.
Have you ever been in the wrong place at the wrong time?
Follow Joy as she discovers what wrong place and wrong time actually mean.
Kara shifted in her seat and her foot slipped. Something pulled on it.
A hand came around her mouth and she was falling. Kara found herself flat on the ground in the dirt and trash under the bleachers.
A cloth was slipped over her mouth and tied behind her head. Someone flipped her over like a hog, tying and dressing it for a roast over a spit. Kara’s hands were yanked and bound behind her back with thick rope.
~Kara, Silencing Joy
Romance, action-adventure, mature YA
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Rachiele flips perspective between a variety of characters. With some you’re vey engaged and caught up in the tale. With others, it’s like you’re standing on the sidelines. This adds an extra layer of complexity to the tale. You get to know all of the characters in the story without leaving anyone in the dust. ~Jonel, Canada
Overall, this story was exhilarating, thought provoking, & thoroughly enjoyable. I didn’t ever want it to end.
This 14-paged short story opened where the reader will instantly question the sanity of the main character. Doubts may be entertained whether The Man’s obsession to kill was rooted on facts or mere delusions.
Jerry Punchard’s life and ambition was shattered when he was accused of plagiarizing a term paper for his elective class, Modern Computing Theories under Dr. Carver. The accusation caused his premature dismissal. Years after, he found a way to drag himself out of this lifeless existence he is holed in. He is going to kill the one man who caused all these trouble for him. He already found Brad Stevens, and his death will be a sweet revenge as Jerry had planned.
Abraham Lopez wrote with arresting clarity and morally conflicting concept. On one hand, you’d wish that Jerry will succeed to complete his revenge, he more than deserve it. Besides, Brad is one hell of a good-for-nothing guy, who doesn’t give a hoot on anyone. On the other, conscience will dictate that Jerry must show compassion instead, and realize what more damage his current plans will do for his future. Aside from that, there is no proof that Jerry got all his information straight or if he is remembering it all correctly, because he had not been medicating for a long time. Jerry’s illness posed a big problem for the readers to recognize reality apart from his hallucinations.
The Man is a well-written short story, conventional, but poetic in the right places. This is a very angry crime story that I do wish to read in full length if ever there is a plan.
Who says horror stories have to be long to be terrifying? In this collection of flash fiction stories, murder is done out of habit, impulsively, framed on someone else, and carefully planned and executed.
…Which type of murder story sends chills down your spine?
“This was Melony’s first night shift at the fast food brunch. Melony’s boss had made her clean the entire kitchen and it was her anger for him that helped her finish the job instead of collapsing on the floor. She couldn’t wait to finish as soon as possible so she could go back home.
She isn’t afraid of walking alone in the streets at 2 a.m. in the middle of winter. Everyone must have fallen asleep by now. Even psychos prefer their warm bed to a murder on a cold winter night.
But cold is making her fasten her pace. If she keeps it up, she will be home in 10 minutes and crawl into her warm bed. “You can do this, you can do this,” she keeps whispering to the little voice inside her head, whining that she can’t do it.
What is that noise behind her? Footsteps? No, it can’t be. She’s sure of that; however, she’s not turning back to check it out. She is fastening her pace even more.
Gripping my chest is the only way to hold myself together or what’s left of me will fall out. The past week has enlightened me on one thing-I don’t care.
Megan, Mobster’s Girl
I didn’t even hesitate. I took two strides and blasted him in the face with my fist. He was ready for it this time-unlike in church. He tried to hit me back but I ducked and smashed him again.
Antonio, Mobster’s Girl
You can’t help what family you’re born into or what lies they keep from you. You can’t help it if they mold and shape you just the way they wanted. Are monsters born or made?
Antonio and Megan have a timeless issue. They were told to stay away from each other. They try, they really do. But they are drawn to each other.
Antonio is eighteen and the up and coming mob boss of Palmetto, New Jersey. Megan is a girl uprooted from the grassy plains of Ireland at the age of five. Now she’s seventeen and faced with horrors she never thought existed.
Darkening irises show me the fire that burns under her skin. She wants me, just as much as I want her. Her entire body stiffens except her head, which nods very subtly yes. I reach out my arm to caress her around the waist, hauling her close to me. I stare into her eyes that are distinctly thirsty with need, using my hand to tip her head up and lean down, pressing my lips to hers. My need is triumphant, reveling in the sensation, kicking away the blandness that tortures my spirit and replaced by sweet berries in springtime. A flood of core memories stabs at the vibrancy awakened in me. The touching and kissing become ravenous, stronger than bloodlust. Sybrina is wild with passion… for me. My hold tightens and my hands roam, wanting more. It is a feverish awareness that in all my long years I have never experienced.
An alarm whirrs in the deep recess of my mind. Sybrina is fighting against me. The cloud of passion pops like a boil. Audible now is her struggle to be free of me.
I beta read this book!I really enjoyed this book I love paranormal romance books but I had never actually read one that was set historically! The main characters are brilliant. Sybrina is a very well together strong character she takes everything that is thrown at her. Elijah is a very mysterious character and it is great to see how the relationship between the two transpires. There are also some great side characters in this story too!
The story is set in the 1800’s and the way that Amy has written it makes you transport back to that time and how lives were lived etc and get a feel for the characters and visualise them. What I really enjoyed about this story is that it wasn’t rushed and I feel the historical timing of the book has been very well researched.
I really could not put this book down and I would love to see future books within this as I feel there is so much more that can be done with these characters
I must say that this another fine read from Amy the book is very believable and makes you fall in love with the characters! I am giving this book a well earned 5 stars. I’m sat here now happily waiting for more from this very talented writer!
My advise is to go and get this book on release day you will not be disappointed and while you are the check out her other books!