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At the Corner of Mars and Neptune still Free for Kindle Today!

Thanks are due to all of you who download, shared, liked, and helped me spread the word of my books’ free promotion.

The Caregiver on the 45th spot

THE CAREGIVER was downloaded 372 times and managed to push its way up to #45 in the Mystery & Thriller>Suspense of the US Kindle Store Top 100 Free category and #61 in the UK. I went to bed earlier than I wanted because I was exhausted from writing the final paper of the semester while running the free promo and all the ads, but there was a smile on my face. And I owe you all a big one for that!

ATCOMAN on28inCrime

Today I woke up to AT THE CORNER OF MARS AND NEPTUNE having jumped to #28 in Crime and #32 in the Short Stories category of the US Kindle Store Top 100 Free. It will remain free all day today so be sure to share it with your friends! It’s a punk romance that I’m very proud of, since I enjoyed writing it (my editor loved it, and she’s not easy to please!). You can read the unedited first chapter here, of course the edited version is way better, but you’ll get the idea!

If you haven’t downloaded it, here are the links:

US http://amzn.to/YDddz3
UK http://amzn.to/13R0FF9
BR http://bit.ly/19fFyNf
ES http://amzn.to/10QlbkJ
IT http://amzn.to/10BW3iG
JP http://amzn.to/15Cz0w6
DE http://amzn.to/10k8se4
FR http://amzn.to/14fzJib
CA http://amzn.to/12nY59k

Update: As I wrote this post AToMaN climbed to #18 in Crime and #29 in Short Stories!! Woot woot!!

So there you go. Maybe I’ll write a post to recap the whole venture after it’s over. But for the time being, THANK YOU. I hope you enjoy reading them as much as I did writing them, and keep your eyes peeled for TORN (Book 2 of The Caregiver Series)!

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Mother’s Day Sale! Free Books!

Get The Caregiver (Book 1) and my latest short story, At The Corner of Mars and Neptune, FREE for Kindle!

Cargiver Mars and Neptune Free Promo

The Caregiver will be free until May 13, At the Corner of Mars and Neptune will be until May 14. Yay!

And stay tuned for the release of Torn (Book 2 of The Caregiver Series)

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The Caregiver (Book 1 of The Caregiver Series)

Scarlett Lang always dreamt of becoming an Interpol agent. When her hard work pays off and she’s given the chance to work as an undercover agent with London’s biggest drug lord, Armand Sayer, she can’t help being ecstatic about it.

She’s employed by Armand’s sister (to aid in his recovery from a gun attack) as both caregiver and bodyguard. Her resourcefulness in both areas helps her win much more than Armand’s trust, to the dismay of both his right-hand man and her ex-boyfriend / colleague.

As she makes her way into the business she swore to help tear down, she’s faced with the dilemma of choosing between being loyal to her profession or her heart. And we all know it can’t be both.

At the Corner of Mars and Neptune (Stories About Love)

Lena is a female drug dealer. Noah is a police detective trying to solve a murder case to which Lena is the only witness. Thing is, she can’t remember a thing, and her life is too much of a mess for her to care. He cares, though. A bit too much. Enough to think that he can save himself by saving her. But the streets always claim what’s theirs.

Raw Fiction Friday. Stories About Love: At the Corner of Mars and Neptune Ch. 1

It’s been some time since I’ve posted original stories (that have nothing to do with the book), so I thought I’d put this one here. It’s nine chapters long and I’ll be posting them every Friday. Raw means no professional editing. Enjoy!

1

Knock knock.
Fuck. My head hurts.
It’s the police. Open the door.
I’m too stoned to even know where I am.
My hands and legs weigh a ton and my head’s about to explode. I roll to my side, the hotness comes up my throat and I hurl.
Open. The. Door.
“Brian.” He can’t hear me. “Brian!” Don’t do that, don’t shout.
There’s a police officer at the door and the rotten smell is coming out through my nose.
Last chance before we throw it down.
Throw? Yeah, throw up. I try to push myself up but my hands skid on it.
“Brian?”
There’s something more on the floor. Making it slippery, denying me of purchase. Something liquid and a bit sticky.
It smells. It smells like…
Blood.
Go away blur I need to see. My fucking god I can’t rub my eyes with my hands full of shit… Shake my head, make it go away and see.
Brian. Lying on the floor. A knife stuck in his chest and now my hands are covered in puke, my puke, and blood, his blood. And the police are knocking on the door and I have nowhere else to go but out. Out, through a window, through a door. Whatever. Wherever I fit through ‘cause I’m small enough. But where? I don’t know this house. This is Brian’s house. A mansion in the middle of nowhere only a man like him could buy, and have, on his own.
We were supposed to be on our own.
We’re coming in.
Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit. I can’t remember a damn thing but I know where’s the door. The backdoor. Through the back. Through the dinning room with the chandelier made of Swarovski crystals. Through the kitchen. Through the parallel lines of granite countertops and expensive stainless steel appliances that are never even turned on.
Push the door open. Don’t have the key and it’s locked and I can’t see straight. A window must be unlocked. The one above the sink, that looks over the side of the house.
Boots. Stepping on the marble floors. Voices. Shouting over each other.
Push the fucking frame of the fucking window, pull the fucking lock, open the fucking window. Quick. Come on. Fuck.
The voices are coming. Getting closer by the second and I wriggle the lock because I’m too fucking nervous and I can’t see. When it let’s go I fall. Face first. The grass like nails on my skin but I can’t let it stop me. Run. Run like the rotten soul you are, as if being followed by the devil.
Run.
It’s dark. It’s still night. I have no idea of the time. My head throbs. Firecrackers going off inside my skull with every step.
Freeze!
Shit. Shit. Fuck.
Don’t hit a tree. Don’t step on its root. Above all, don’t fall. It’s a forest, the easiest place to get lost. Run. Don’t stop running. Let the forest swallow you like it does with all lost souls.
Mist. Thank god.
Cover me. Make me invisible. My head pounds too much. It’s too much to go on. Can’t breathe. Can’t see. Can’t feel my feet. I’m going numb.
My knees weaken and I hit the ground. No, I didn’t step on any root. I managed to dodge the trees. I hit myself. Stepped on my own foot, since I can’t feel it, I can’t see where I’m going. I just fell. And my head hurts. A lot. It’s coming again. I heave. Try and make an inventory of all the stuff I drank, I ate, I sniffed, I injected into my veins in the last twenty-four hours.
Brian.
Fucking dead.
Fucking stabbed.
I can’t go on. I can’t get up. I’m too heavy. The world’s too heavy and it wants me to go to sleep. It wants me to go ZZZzzz.
Footsteps. Running towards me.
Let me go ZZZzzzZZZZzZZzZZ.
Left. Right. Left. Right. Left.
My arm is being pulled up. I’m vomiting in my sleep. I’m rolled to my side.
There you go. I don’t need you dying on me.