Where Dead Bodies Lie (The Body Dowser Series, #1)
by Kat Cazanav
Release Date: 12/16/14
However, those three little rules don’t make my life easier. I still find dead
people and deal with strange visions. Not to mention, an attraction to a boy
who doesn’t exist. Whenever we cross path’s he mists away like smoke on a
mirror. He drives me crazy, that Kaff Cooper. As a flock of dead crows fall from the blackened sky, Kaff becomes the only one
who can see the truth straight to the dark underbelly of who I actually am.
My hands feel the pull to extract the forsaken, the lost, the forgotten. It comes as naturally as breathing and there is no stopping it.
He laughed and his smile lit up the space we shared. I couldn’t help but wonder what he’d look like shirtless. His chest so broad, his arms muscular, his hair even wilder, and his brown eyes a shade darker and deeper to swallow you whole. I bet he broke a lot of hearts.
“You’re wondering how I managed to stay in school all this time and not get kicked out.” He glanced at me then returned to the road in front of him. “I think it’s because I ditch class. The school kicks the bad stuff under the rug.”
“So the school forgot about you?”
And I forgot deodorant. I was sweating like a pig. “I don’t think that’s it. You’re hard to forget.” Ugh. Why did I say that?
He hesitated, then smiled. “You too.”
Ohmygawd. “How much longer until we get to school?”
“Five minutes, tops.” He drove on and we didn’t speak after that. It was a relief on my part. Underneath all the civility was an undercurrent of attraction. It had always been there but I never admitted it to myself until now. I mean, why would I like a guy who, inadvertently, robbed me of high school? I mean, I wound up dead in a hole.
A coldness nipped at my fingertips and no matter how hard I shook my hands, the mist clung to them. I heard a cracking sound and looked up at ceiling lights as they exploded, sending shards of glass spraying everywhere.Students screamed, covering their heads. Another fury of wind swept in through the window.Papers flew, stools toppled, and lab vials burst.The door flung open and panicked shouts filled the air as a stampede of bodies flooded out into the hall. I felt nothing as if I were standing in the eye of a storm, detached from the riot a few feet away.“Let me out!”“She’s crazy!”“Shit, move your ass!”“I can’t breathe. She’s killing us!”Moments later, the door slammed shut. I was all alone and the room melted away, exposing water lapping at the legs of chairs. A flicker of shadow crawled up from the floor. I could only make out her form a few feet in front of me. She was standing in the middle of the room, her head bent down, face hidden by a mop of wet black hair hanging over her face. Her image flapped and unfurled like a flag in the wind. I climbed down from the desk and leaned against itas the girl floated toward me on a current of air. I shrank back, trying to understand what I’d done. What was she going to do to me?
Happy Release Day!
New Adult Contemporary Romance
Release June 2, 2014
About This Book
Fall to You is the second book in the Here and Now series. It is not a stand-alone and is intended to be read following Lost in Me. Hanna’s story concludes in book three, All for This.
Torn between two men…
When I woke up after the accident, I couldn’t remember anything from the last year—including my relationship with Max Hallowell or anything about Nate Crane. Now my memories are returning, but instead of answering my questions, they’re leaving me with more.
The man who broke my heart and wants to be my future…
Max is all I ever wanted, and now he wants to marry me. He’ll do everything he can to fill my life with love, family, and security. I need those things now more than ever. But can I trust him?
The man who stole my heart and wants to let me go…
Nate never made me promises, and I never asked him to. I’d been on the rebound, looking for a distraction, and he made me feel beautiful and wanted when I needed to feel those things most. He says he has to let me go, but what if I can’t let go of him?
With every revelation and every passing day, I feel more like Alice down the rabbit hole. I’m falling. Who will catch me?
About the Author
Once a college English professor, I now write full time. I live in rural Indiana, where, when I’m not writing, I get to hang out with my husband and two kids–a six-year-old boy and a two-year-old hellion, er, girl. Not surprisingly, reading and writing remain my favorite activities, though both come in bits and pieces these days, not the big hunks of time I enjoyed before I had children. When I’m feeling virtuous, I like to go running (I use that word liberally. I’m really, really slow) or do yoga. Don’t worry, I’m always careful to balance out such activities with a hearty serving of ice cream or a chocolate martini.
So, you remember back in April when I reviewed Lost in Me? If not here’s the link. Well, this is the second book in the series, and it is another doozy.
No, this isn’t my review. But I wanted to be sure to help Lexi celebrate her second book and give you all a chance at the Rafflecopter fun!
See you soon!
My name is Tucker Max, and I am an asshole. I get excessively drunk at inappropriate times, disregard social norms, indulge every whim, ignore the consequences of my actions, mock idiots and posers, sleep with more women than is safe or reasonable, and just generally act like a raging dickhead. But, I do contribute to humanity in one very important way: I share my adventures with the world.
Actual reader feedback:
“I find it truly appalling that there are people in the world like you. You are a disgusting, vile, repulsive, repugnant, foul creature. Because of you, I don’t believe in God anymore. No just God would allow someone like you to exist.”
“I’ll stay with God as my lord, but you are my savior. I just finished reading your brilliant stories, and I laughed so hard I almost vomited. I want to bring that kind of joy to people. You’re an artist of the highest order and a true humanitarian to boot. I’m in both shock and awe at how much I want to be you.”
Tucker Max is an acclaimed pioneer in fratire writing. His first book, I Hope They Serve Beer in Hell, is a personal recount of his drunk and promiscuous 20’s in horrifying detail. This book was something I would not traditionally read, but like so many people, and cats, curiosity got the better of me. Tucker is not your typical author. He writes his adventures without using of the traditional hang-ups of fundamentals, but this only adds to the wonderful simplicity of his writing. An easy and quick read, this book draws its reader in quickly and doesn’t let them look away until last page.
Few people get into the business of entertainment, and even fewer go in with a mind set or goal of making people forget their every day problems by telling a story and/or getting them to laugh. I’d like to hope that Tucker Max is one of the fewer entertainers out there for other people and not out there just for himself. While his subject matter is not for everyone, I do have to say many chapters made me cringe and laugh others just made me cringe. Would I recommend this book? Not unless I knew you, and knew could take very dry sarcastic jokes.
Chapter: The Famous Sushi Pants Story
Thoughts: First, this story can’t be that famous because I haven’t heard it. Second, this story should be called Sushi for Pants, as he did have to take off his pants to get sushi. All lame jokes aside, this guy is lying! There is no way someone would be that drunk and irresponsible without getting arrested. Losing your pants, wallet, and phone, but not your breathalyzer or car keys? Where were his friends?
Chapter: The Night We Almost Died
Thoughts: Oh my God! I would have been crying at this point! Maybe the Sushi Pants Story isn’t so far fetched? I can’t believe that actually happened. I can’t believe he found a group of friends who get just as obnoxious, loud and irresponsible when they drink. The drive back home with everyone in the car is freaking hilarious!
Best Line of the Night: Thomas “Those are totally the same truck lights. They’ve been behind us since Durham. Tucker, seriously, start evasive maneuvers or something.”
Chapter: Tucker F*cks a Fat Girl; Hilarity Ensues
Thoughts: Tucker Max is an awful and ridiculously horrible human being! What’s worse is the girl knew what she was getting into; she reads his blog! What is wrong with people?! Then, Tucker throws her clothes out his bedroom window so his roommates don’t see her? Really! Don’t get me wrong; the roommates would have mocked and humiliated this girl to her face and it would have been horrible, but who does this to another human being in the first place? Then you justify it by saying you were only 23 at the time – as if your age ever excuses that type of behavior past the age of 16!?
Chapter: Quite the Vacation
Thougths: GROSS!!! (laughing uncontrollably, What is wrong with me?) This girl had medical issues after her sleeping with Tucker. (And no, these issues did not have anything to do with STD’s.)
Chapter: Tucker Goes to Vegas (Specifically Cincinnati Girl)
Thoughts: Oh my God! I’m guessing he didn’t use protection and that in itself is stupid and dangerous. Also, I feel so bad for the person who has to clean that up! That is so disgusting! (I think I just threw up in my mouth a little.) Another thing, I cannot believe there are girls out there stupid enough to believe in a Christian rap band called “The Last Suppa’?” Can someone please explain this to me?
Chapters: Floss & Girl Beats Tucker at His Own Game
Thoughts: I’m just now starting to get a glimpse of extreme lack of morality that drives Tucker Max. I knew his moral compass didn’t point exactly straight, I just didn’t think he would have no compass at all! I mean AT ALL! This story made my stomach physically hurt! He revels in finding girls who suffer from extreme lack of self esteem and uses it for his amusement. (Why am I still reading this book?)
Chapters: This’ll Just Hurt a Little & Tucker Has a Moment of Reflection; Ends Poorly
Thoughts: YES! FINALLY! Someone gets even with Tucker! (Thank you “Stephanie.”) No Tucker, you aren’t as smooth as you think and yes, there are girls out there that play the same games you do and for the same exact reasons! THANK GOD you have some smart female friends to set you straight!
Chapter: The Absinthe Donuts Story
Thoughts: (Uncontrollable belly laughter!) I cannot believe he got away with this! YOU wipe all your fingerprints and run 40 blocks away from the scene. You got so lucky!
Chapter: The Worst Tucker Max Story Ever
Thoughts: This is the worst Tucker Max story ever. I want to slit my wrists. This story is bad on so many different levels. It actually depressed me.
Questions you are probably asking yourself after reading my reactions:
Why did you read this book?
Being a librarian, you see countless people and books daily. Lately I had seen this book pass by more than once and had always been curious about its content. So what does any good book blogger do? I put a copy on hold and read it non-stop for three days.
Why did you keep reading this book?
Each chapter I read was like being able to take part in the retelling of crazy drunken stories. If you can’t empathize with that, then you obviously never had a crazy night yourself. Even so, the stories I read ranged from the most obscure craziness to downright hilarious mistakes to the most horrendous examples of humanity and all of it was an experience I cannot regret reading. It’s been said before about Tucker Max, but I want to say it again. He has the courage most of us lack to look at himself honestly and put it on a page. He doesn’t sugarcoat it and give excuses or try and reason everything away; he presents his life as openly as possible and doesn’t worry about what anyone will think. I have a tremendous amount of respect for his writing. If we can take anything away from his books, at very least we can all learn from his behavior.
Questions I’m asking myself after reading this book:
Are girls really that dumb?
I would first like to respond with a “No,” but honestly I’m hoping it’s at least 60/40 and in reality it’s maybe 50/50. I’m sure Tucker could comment on the ratio. However, I swear, I heard ‘Last Suppa’ on the radio this morning. (*Major eye roll*)
When I started reading his stories, the blunt pick up lines, the ridicule and exploitation of insecurities I constantly thought “how could anyone be this mean and still pick up girls?” I’m sure the psychology majors and counselors who have read this book are all over it and have their theories, but only Tucker Max knows his motivation and who knows what the young woman were thinking.
Who is Tucker Max today?
Like anyone, I was curious as to how this young man’s experiences affected who he would be today. So I went to his blog: Tuckermax.com. I went through some of the stories I hadn’t read before, was thoroughly disgusted by his continuing lack of maturity, when I read this: http://www.tuckermax.com/other/retirement/. This was exactly what I was looking for. I want to be clear, as I feel Tucker would appreciate it as well, I was not looking for his regrets or an apology to all the people he used and and abused along the way. I was looking for the real person behind all his “bullshit.” What I found was a person who had shared his “unique” way of finding his place in the world, and who now wanted to take new direction with his writing. This post then led me to his new site TuckerMax.me. If you are at all disgusted, horrified, outraged, hating, or traumatized by Tucker Max’s writing (and yes, you need to have read something of his in order to have a valid opinion) you need to read The Tucker Max Retirement post. I believe that this will give you a glimpse at some of his true thoughts and not just the drunken stories of his 20’s.
Also, Tucker is a pretty amazing marketer. I would NEVER let him do public relations. His ego gives him the feeling of immortality which becomes dangerous when cultivating positive public opinion.