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Essence Surfaced is Revealed!
On September 6, 2018 September 6, 2018 By careydecevitoIn Book Launch, Discounts, New Book, Reduced Price, Snippets, UpdatesLeave a comment
Essence Surfaced, the second in the Essence Extracted series, is almost here!!! I hope you're as pleased with how this cover turned out as much as I am.
And don't forget, preorder your copy at $0.99 today before it's too late!
Orphan.
Empath.
Succubus.
Matched.
These are all things Payton Lilith Devonshire is aware of, but could she deal with them, and where did her match fit in to all of this?
When she discovers the fate of the Fae world rests solely on her shoulders, Payton struggles with her new reality. Curse or gift—could she embrace what she is and move forward with Rafe at her side—or will she embrace the destiny foretold by an oracle and her ancient prophecies?
One thing is clear, someone doesn't want her to reign supreme, and they'll do everything they can to keep her—and those she loves—from prevailing, or just maybe keep her for themselves; something Rafe is hell-bent on preventing.
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Night Shift-Cover Reveal
On December 26, 2017 By careydecevitoIn Book Launch, Discounts, New Book, Reduced Price, Snippets, UncategorizedLeave a comment
With Night Shift due out on January 9th, I figured I could give you lovely readers a little bit more than a simple teaser and cover reveal.
Here's an excerpt to feast your eyes and growing curiosity on!
"What are you doing here?" The tension around me palpable, she hurried aside to let me enter before closing the door behind us.
My blood boiled.
My skin crawled that she'd let him do that to her.
I had to get rid of it.
The taint.
Purify her.
"What have you done? You're mine, Evie. I told you, when I came back, you'd be mine and now look at yourself." Disgust was as clear in my voice as it was in my expression.
"Wh-whatever it is…we can talk this out," she stuttered, her feet inching her backward as I followed her movements.
Reaching to the small of my back, my fingers wrapped around the grip as I pulled it from its sheath. The eight-inch blade caught the glint of the afternoon sun, mesmerizing me, causing me to admire the play of light against it before I focused on the woman before me.
Her eyes shone with terror. "You don't…" She shook her head left to right, swallowing hard, stumbling against the side table next to the sofa. "You don't have to do this." She righted herself. "We can still be together. Now that…now that you're back–"
I shot her an incredulous look. Did she think me a fool? "You've gone and done the unthinkable. You had his child!" I hollered, my knuckles gripping the knife tightly. "This is the only way…the only way to get rid of the stain."
Her steps froze momentarily. "Stain?"
"It's what I should have done a while ago," I spat, cornering her as her steps were halted by the wall at her back. "What you took from me…what should have been mine," I raged, "is what I'll take from you."
One moment my eyes darted toward the hallway where I knew the devil lay in slumber, and the next, Eva Peters was making a mad rush toward the door that separated me from saving us all.
"No!" she panted. "You're crazy!"
If she only knew. "Move, Evie," I growled, "it's the only way."
"She's not here. Please!" Tears streamed down her face, her body shaking with fear.
Using the tip of the blade, I ran it over her soaked cheek, the metal sharp enough to catch on her ivory skin, causing a streak of blood to suddenly materialize.
I felt lighter instantly.
Powerful.
In control. A feeling I hadn't had in quite some time.
Manning my knife, I proceeded to run the tip of it down to her bottom lip, nicking it just enough for another bubble of her essence to form.
"Mmm…" I groaned, leaning forward to press my front against hers, taking the time to lick her damaged lip, then whispered my new realization while rubbing my impossibly hard cock against her stomach. "I was wrong. This…" I ran my finger through the blood on her cheek, watching its movement, "is what I need, Evie."
The sadness was overwhelming as I stared at the beauty laying limp and lifeless beneath me.
The rage I'd felt had all but dissipated with each slice of my blade through her flesh. Like a hot knife through butter, each time blood began to pour out, a weight lifted within me.
What once held pleading in her eyes, was now long gone.
She was nothing but a piece of art, trussed up by her silk scarves, a vessel conveying my message.
I'd be back…
Eight Years Later
The moment I walked over the threshold, I knew a clusterfuck of epic proportion awaited me.
Blood was everywhere. Spatter by the front door, smears over the walls, and droplets leading to where I knew the victim would ultimately be laying in a pool of her life's essence.
Forensics was going to have a field day with this one.
Just like with the other fifteen.
Donning the protective gear the lead officer had ordered me to change into before entering the scene, I made my way toward the back of the house.
Carefully avoiding one evidence marker after another, I entered the master bedroom. The grizzly sight of Victoria Spark's mutilated body, lying face up on the bed, greeted me. The standard ligatures on her wrists and ankles proved that she'd been restrained and alive through most of her torture; the killer leaving her to die in excruciating pain from her wounds and ultimately, blood loss.
The scent of copper on the air thickened as I made my final approach, slipping my hands into a pair of plastic gloves. I was looking for something I knew was meant for me.
Setting my evidence kit down beside the bed, I bent toward the body in search of my next clue.
The sickening crack of the victim's jaw set my stomach to roiling as I pulled her mouth open, locating the three pieces I had come to expect after so many years of chasing this perp. Letting go of the victim, I grasped my digital camera and photographed my findings. Setting the camera down, I whipped out the small evidence bag from my kit and opened it, manning my tweezers.
Fishing the objects out one by one, I dropped them in the bag, then photographed them again. Fragments of a photograph were what this sicko leaves. Camera in hand, I shot a few frames of the room, as well as the rest of the premises. The team would have their own photos, but I liked being thorough with my investigations, thus preferred gathering my own shots, comparing them with the others'.
Closing up my kit, I stood to take my leave.
Fucking sadistic bastard and his games.
It pissed me off that he was always one step ahead of me.
Thinking on those tiny pieces—the unknown subject, or unsub's calling card—I was confused more than ever as to why he was leaving them at every scene. The letter I'd received at the precinct, a week after the first murder, had eluded that they were all part of some demented countdown…a puzzle of sorts. One thing was clear however, the perp was after me, and after sixteen murders, I still wasn't any closer to finding this guy.
In my career as a detective, I've come across a lot of questionable characters. I've done my fair share of arresting the dregs of society and making enemies along the way. You can't be a cop without that happening.
"I take it that Rosie is in for another disappointing birthday dinner?" Will asked, coming to a stop at my side as I exited the victim's home.
For the last seven years, it had been the same fucking story. That in itself was enough to confirm that the unsub was gunning for me. That, and the fact that he'd started this spree of his claiming none other than my wife as his first victim.
My only problem was, my list of suspects had next to nothing. This perp was meticulously careful. Treating his kills like artwork: from the placement of limbs, to the blood spatter surrounding the victims…even those fucking pieces.
"I hate going back on my promise," I growled. "She's going to be pissed."
"I know it's your case, Shane, but I'm your partner," Will said. "Take a few hours, go to her, then come back if you have to."
I nodded. "I have what I need right now. You sure you can handle everything without me?"
He patted me on the back as I straightened from the body and backed away. "I'll call if something comes up."
Thanking him, I handed him my evidence bag, then made to leave the scene, my camera and evidence kit in tow.
Caught up in my own memories, I drove home on autopilot, scenes from eight years ago playing in my head.
The same black hair. The same look of terror in her open eyes.
Eva had been bound too.
And cut up.
Blood. God! There'd been so much blood everywhere.
I'd been the one to find her. I hated to think what would have been had my Rosie been there that day.
"Daddy!" was squealed, knocking me out of my grizzly thoughts.
Opening the car door and letting myself out, I caught her as she launched herself into my arms.
My princess.
The light of my life.
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Night Break is LIVE!
On May 9, 2017 May 8, 2017 By careydecevitoIn New Book, Promotions, SnippetsLeave a comment
I can't express how excited I am that Night Break's release day is finally here! I've been working on this new series of mine for what feel like forever, and it shows that perseverance damn well pays off!
After bouts of illnesses on my part, as well as for my entire household, then followed by the holidays, my home being turned into something that would resemble a bed & breakfast (not complaining), and hubby breaking a wrist (of course it was the dominant one!) I finally managed to carve out the time I needed to get this one finished. To say I'm proud of the hurdles I've had to jump over and the sea of tissue I've had to wade through to get Dalton and Devolin's story out to you all would be a massive understatement. So with no further ado, here's a sample chapter of Night Break to kick off its release!
If I had to deliver that fucker's obituary, this is how it would read:
Rick Donnelly—Wannabe war hero, traitor, terrorist. May he burn in hell.
In truth, he was the scum who managed to kidnap my friend Theo Lowell's nephew, Jasper, then made off with the man's woman, all for the sake of petty revenge and furthering his stance in organized crime.
Now, he was nothing but a piece of shit, sprawled forward, split in half, and wedged between Warehouse Ten and the front end of Theo's brother's pickup truck.
Collapsing to my back, Theo held onto his woman, Morgan, at my side. Allowing a long, drawn-out breath to escape, it helped ease the tension in my body as I dealt with the pain in my hand and leg. The damn bastard might be dead, but he did some damage before Morgan drove a truck straight through him. My shooting hand now had a hole through it, and since I was reaching for the gun in my ankle holster at the time, the fucking bullet managed to hit my bad knee.
It's over. Thank God for crazy-assed women, great friends…and random strangers.
Jasper was safe.
Morgan was safe.
And Theo could settle into the life he thought he'd all but lost only hours before.
Sounding on the verge of tears, he uttered, "Huss?"
With our adrenaline dropping from the night's festivities, I couldn't blame his emotional state. The same gamut of emotions was reeling through me too, and I hadn't had to track down two loved ones, nor had I had the displeasure of being held hostage, having to free myself, then do the same for the woman I loved. All this with some unknown cyber vigilante, who'd popped out of nowhere, to help him out. One we'd been forced to have blind faith in.
I'm your girl, Mr. T.
Yeah, Hussy was our girl tonight. Definitely.
"Yeah?" she said through that voice distorter of hers.
"Thank you." Theo's voice lodged in his throat, leaving the man incapable to add to his words.
It took a few seconds to get a response, but when it came, albeit in that robotically masculine voice again, it was just as overwrought with the same jumble of emotion that Theo and I seemed to be experiencing. "You're welcome, Mr. T," she whispered.
Hussy's earlier concerned outburst to my being shot jumped to the forefront of my mind. This spurred me into action. I didn't know why I felt compelled to reassure her, but I found myself unable to stop myself from doing it. Hussy wasn't one of my team at Nightshade Security, yet tonight, she had come through for all of us. Despite never having met, a bond had been forged between the team, Hussy, and myself. Plus, I've always been one to listen to my gut, and it's proven me right every time, so it was why I said what I did next.
"Huss?" I managed.
Her distorted voice caught. "Yeah?"
"I'll be fine." I swallowed the ball of emotion that had made my voice come out sounding like gravel. "But I'm going to need your name, honey."
What I got next was an unaltered, breathless sounding, "Kip," that made my lungs seize, my body tighten, and a part of my anatomy take notice in a very visceral way.
I had no idea who this woman was. She'd only spoken a single word—the nickname she'd given me based on my last name—Kippers. But that's all I needed. I can't explain the electrical charge that rolled through me, or the sense that something greater was at play. I simply needed more of that voice. I needed more of her. "I want to know—"
I heard a subtle thump on the other end of the line, followed by a long sigh.
I never thought that a sigh could hold so much untold emotion, but hers did.
Exhaustion.
Wistfulness.
Hesitation.
"Don't," she whispered, and I could have sworn I'd heard her add a "please" to that. "Let's just leave it at this." I didn't want to. A gnawing feeling in my gut told me that I needed her still; that I wanted her. "I only did what needed to be done. It's what I do."
Something told me that pushing her right then would be ineffective, so I gave in, much to my displeasure. But I did it in a way that left the proverbial door open and the ball in her court. "Okay, Huss. If you ever need anything—"
I could tell that she was contemplating my words. "I won't." The tone of finality in those words had disappointment weighing me down until she continued, "Tell you what, I'll be in touch if something ever comes up."
Disappointment fled and hope took its place. This was as good as I was going to get. "Okay."
Silence dominated the next ten seconds before Hussy broke it. "I'm going to sign off now."
"Huss?" I was desperate and I didn't care. I wanted to reach through the communication device shoved in my ear canal and yank her to where I lay, so I could see the face that belonged to the voice. I wanted to figure out why she was how she was, what made her tick, what set her off. Hell, I'd have been happy to wait out the medics and the slew of first responders with her voice in my ear, telling me everything was going to be okay, just like Theo was doing with Morgan.
But before I could do or say anything, the line went dead, all coms were down, and sirens could be heard in the distance.
I could feel Theo's gaze aimed at the side of my face. He probably wanted to know what the fuck was going on with me.
Ignoring the man, I thumped my head onto the dock in sheer frustration, and closed my eyes. "Bye, Huss," I whispered.
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On March 22, 2016 By careydecevitoIn Book Launch, New Book, Promotions, Snippets, WritingLeave a comment
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Tis the moment you've all been waiting for – the cover reveal for Play Me to Infinity, Book 3 in The Broken Men Chronicles' series – is here! Watch for it to drop live on March 29, 2016!
It's all about misconceptions…
Burned by his ex-fiancée, Mike Withers traded in his dream of a family and home of his own, complete with the white picket fence, and submersed himself in work. And entertaining the occasional lady.
So, when he relocated to Jacksonville to take over as CEO of Withers International, and be closer to his sister's family, he never imagined he'd find himself at a crossroads.
Once a player, always a player, right? Wrong! At least, that's what Mike now has to prove to Nicole Baxter…
Combine Nikki's games with a problematic mélange of exes, and Mike quickly realizes he's heading down one of two roads – heartache, or the life he thought he had given up. Ultimately, the choice is his to make.
Maybe his ex wasn't the one? Maybe he'd given up too soon? And maybe happiness lay in the form of a feisty, argumentative, tiny package in a tight skirt – with the ability to turn any argument into foreplay?
What people are saying about Mike's journey…
"Her low key yet intricately crafted descriptions invite her readers in."
"Decevito is quickly becoming an author who will stand out in a crowd. I wouldn't hesitate to recommend this sinfully sweet story to anyone."
"Play Me to Infinity is another great love story. I highly recommend the series as the writing is smooth, the story-line engrossing, and the characters are ones you want to get to know. Its a quick read and one that will leave you smiling."
"I can read this story over and over again. This story was certainly not boring! I would compare it to an erotica romantic suspense. A little bit for everybody!"
It may only be live as of March 29, but why not pre-order your own ebook copy at $0.99. Available for Kindle now!
As time inches toward Release Day – too slow for some of you I'm sure – stay tuned for more information about more pre-order links, contests, give-aways, and more about this series!