“Does your husband read your books?”
This
question makes me laugh. Not because
he’s a guy, and I write a lot of romance, but because he’s not a reader. Not in the sense that most of us think of
readers. He reads tons of articles, but
in the eighteen years we’ve been together he’s read a whopping ten books. Up until a few months ago, he had only read
nine.
I
have a fun relationship with my beta readers.
We chat in a group message on Facebook, text, talk on the phone, one of
them even comes over for craft days.
Without these ladies, writing wouldn’t be nearly as fun. One night, I was gabbing away on the phone
with one of my girls and Marty heard me say, “I know there are a lot of
deaths.”
His
curiosity was piqued.
He
kept listening to me yap away, talking about changes to make and things to keep. The more I talked, the more he became
intrigued. At the end of the
conversation, he asked to read Sevyn. I
think I went into a state of shock. I
stood there, mouth moving, but no words coming out. I may have nodded. When I
finally found my bearings, I ran for my laptop and forwarded him the file.
Excited
doesn’t begin to describe how I was feeling.
Don’t
get me wrong, Marty has been supportive since the beginning, letting me bounce
ideas off him, giving me input on the male thought process, watching me freak
out on my characters—he’s loved me through all my crazy. But now I was able to talk to him in detail
about one of my babies. It was all new
territory.
Every
day, for almost two weeks, he read on his lunch break. It was torture waiting for him to get to the
end. I worried he might look at me
differently. That he may read the dark, twisted
tale I created, and wonder if he should sleep with one eye open, but he loved
it. He wanted more. More dark.
More secrets. More twisted. As he put it, the ending left him with his
balls in the air, and it would have been cruel to leave him like that, so I
wrote an alternate ending.
Thanks
to Marty reading Sevyn, readers will now get an alternate ending. I’m curious which ending people will like
better.
Renee Dyer
Genre: Thriller/ Romantic Suspense/
Dark Romance
Publisher: Forever Red Publishing
ISBN: 978-1-941853-39-9
Number of pages: 300
Cover Artist: Lee Ching from Under Cover Designs
Tagline: When life hands you impossible choices, can you become the man you want to be?
Book Description:
Born into rival drug cartels, Kevyn Zozlov and his best friend Esperanza Torres defy the odds, finding laughter in a world full of pain. Ripped away from her at a young age, Kevyn has to learn the difference between family, loyalty, and obedience. Fear keeps him focused each day. Memories fill his dreams at night.
Torn between the death he sees daily and what he believes is right, he struggles to decide the kind of man he wants to be—until a promise he makes to his mother, the person he loves more than anyone, changes everything.
“Get out of here and find Esperanza. Promise me.”
Now, Kevyn has to figure out how to make his way to the only friend he ever had—the one person who understands his damaged world. Will she welcome him back with open arms, or turn him away, leaving him more lost than he already is?
With time against him, can he find Esperanza and his happiness, or will he be another casualty of the drug war, buried in an unmarked grave with no one to mourn his loss?
Excerpt
2:
There is no way
to explain the punch in the gut you feel seeing someone murdered. The sound of the gun shooting. The way their head jerks. That moment before the body realizes that its
essence is gone, eyes staring nowhere, devoid of all emotion, before finally
crumbling to the ground. Blood dribbles
from their lips and pools on the floor.
It’s like your soul performs one last dance before wrenching away to
find out what lays beyond. One last
morbid, horrific waltz, it gripped onto me and imbedded every detail into my
young mind.
I would never be
the same.
He was really
gone.
I never wanted
to be responsible for someone’s death, but I was responsible for this. My father was dead because of me. As he laid there, his eyes devoid of life, no
longer able to judge me—hate me, I looked up to the sky and silently thought to
my mother…justice is yours.
From a young Renee Dyer had a love of writing, starting with a doodle pad at age four that morphed into journals. Poetry became short stories and short stories a novel. Although she’s surrounded by males all day having three sons, a husband, and a hyperactive chocolate lab, she still finds time to be herself by escaping into the fantasy of reading and writing romance. That is, until she needs a male’s perspective and garners eye rolling from her husband at all of her questions. Renee is a true New Englander. You can find her screaming profanity at the TV while the Pats play and cuddling under blankets during the cold seasons (which is most of them), reading a good book. She doesn’t believe snow is a reason to shut things down, only to slow down and admire the beauty. Ask her anything. She’s an open book—pun fully intended.
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