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Oblivion
is a sweet, sweet place.
No pain.
No disturbing thoughts of the past. No guilt from my recent actions.
Deep
down, there is still a part of me that knows how screwed up I am. I don’t see a
way out, not now. Tria’s gone, and the possibility of her forgiving me in my
current state is exactly zero. I know I have to pull myself together, accept my
responsibilities, and try to make amends, but I have no idea where to start.
No job.
No apartment. I’m living on the streets with the other junkies. As little as I
had to offer Tria before, I have nothing to give her now. The only way out is
to come clean and tell Tria the truth about my past, but the idea of reliving
the memories is so painful, I can’t think about it long enough to figure out a
solution.
I’ve hit rock bottom, and I don’t even know which way
is up any more.
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I reached
out and touched the edge of the pillow.
It was insanely soft and warm. I
stroked it, and images of Tria’s breasts crawled through my head, making me
smile. I stroked my cock as I thought
about her, but I couldn’t come.
I could
hear a voice in the other room, but it didn’t concern me, so I didn’t
move. Through heavy eyelids, I watched
the piles of dirty laundry all over the floor.
I found shapes of animals in the patterns, just like cloud pictures.
“The
beans are gone.”
I rolled
my head to the side and looked up at Krazy Katie’s face. I smiled and tried to say something, but my
tongue wasn’t cooperating. I focused on
her eyes as they stared down at me quizzically.
“Trains
need an engineer,” Krazy Katie said.
“It’s
okay,” I said. My tongue still felt
weird, all numb and heavy. I twisted it
around in my mouth, and it tickled my teeth.
I blinked a couple of times before looking back at my neighbor. “I got the helm. I’m all good.”
Did
trains have a helm, or was that just boats?
I laughed.
Krazy
Katie covered her eyes with one hand. I
could see her chest rising and falling as she took long breaths. I started counting slowly in my head but
quickly forgot the number.
“Left the
station,” she said quietly. “No
engineer. Kicked in the caboose. Nothing but tracks.”
She
turned in slow motion, and I watched vapor trails of her dull blue T-shirt
swirl around the room as she left. I
heard the window slide shut and then silence.
“I’m all
good,” I whispered.
There was
no reply.
Even
though my arms and legs were way too content to be bothered with moving, I
shoved myself out of bed anyway. My rig
was sitting on the kitchen table, all ready to go. I was still pretty high, but I could feel
darkness closing in around me, and I didn’t want it.
I wanted
warmth and happiness.
Plastic
tube, arm slap, needle prick.
“Like a
fucking pro.”
I lay my
head on the table as the fluid sensations rippled through me. Tria didn’t matter. She’d forgive me in time. In fact, she was probably already over
it. How could she not be?
“I’m
good. Really, I am.”
I was
never one to lie to myself, but it was getting easier all the time.
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Released Excerpt
I watched
Yolanda walk out of the cage.
Apparently, I kept looking in her direction too long. I took a blow to the head before I realized
the fight had started.
I
stumbled back, shook my head, and regained my footing. I raised my fists up in front of my face, and
danced lightly on my toes, waiting for his next move. We circled slowly, jabbing but not finding
our marks. My head swam again.
I needed
to put an end to this. I needed to get
it over with so I could take my winnings and get more smack. I had come down too hard and too fast. I had to get straight again.
I rushed
him, striking out with my right and then my left. I took an elbow to the face, and felt my neck
snap back.
The next
thing I knew, I was on my back, and the guy was straddling my chest. I registered my head being thrown from side
to side with punches, but I couldn’t focus enough to get him off me. I jabbed at his sides, but it was
ineffective.
With my
head spinning, I slammed my hand against the ground three times.
“Woo
hoo!” The challenger jumped off of me
and started running around the small cage.
I could
hear cheers, boos, and people screaming at me, but I couldn’t comprehend the
words. I rolled over and pushed myself
up before stumbling out of the cage.
“Jesus,
Liam!” Back in the locker room, Yolanda
fussed around the cut over my eye and my bloody lip as I tried to push her
hands away and get my jeans back on.
“What the hell is wrong with you tonight?”
“Just
forget it!” I yelled. “I need to get
going.”
“Oh
yeah? Why’s that? You got nothing waiting for you at home.”
I pulled
my shoulders close together and bit down on the pad of my thumb. I didn’t remember telling Yolanda about Tria
leaving, but apparently I had. I was
afraid to open my mouth now. I tensed
every muscle to keep myself from trembling.
If Yolanda noticed, she’d figure out why.
If she
figured it out, she’d stop me.
Is that such a bad thing?
Yes, most
definitely.
I
couldn’t risk it. I couldn’t have
Yolanda knowing what I was doing and dragging me somewhere to clean up. She would take back the cash she’d just given
me, and I’d be royally fucked. I
couldn’t let that happen.
“I gotta
go,” I said again. I shouldered past her
and out the door, ignoring her calls after me.
I didn’t stop at the bar or acknowledge the fans around me as I left.
I took
the cash I’d earned to Max and traded it for all the heroin I could get. I returned to my apartment and banged up.
Bliss.
Everything
was perfect.
CAGED:
Takedown (Book One)
Excerpt
“Are you just stupid?” I probably would have gone on, but
she wrapped her arms around herself and glared up at me.
“Stop yelling at me!” she screamed. She turned away, but I saw her reach up with
the back of her hand to swoop underneath her eyes.
Shit.
I turned slightly away from her and practically bit down
on my tongue to keep myself from saying anything else. I brought my fisted hands up against my
stomach and tried to pull the tension inside of myself, work through it, and
calm down. I could hear her crying
combined with choked breaths and sniffles.
“Fuck,” I mumbled under my breath. I was starting to come off the fighting high
I had been on—the tears might have helped with that—and my stomach felt tight.
After three long, deep breaths, I looked back to the girl
on the ground and saw her frantically rubbing at her eyes and cheeks. She didn’t look at me as she reached out and
pulled her mostly empty bag close to her.
She looked inside and then looked around her at all her things on the
ground.
“Sorry,” I mumbled.
I wasn’t all that great at apologies, and I figured now wasn’t going to
be much different. I’d obviously upset
her with all my shitty comments, though.
“I didn’t mean to…I just…”
I stopped talking.
I didn’t know what to say, and I felt bad about yelling at her. She looked at me all red-eyed with tears
staining her cheeks.
“Just don’t do that
shit anymore.” I let out a big sigh.
She nodded once and then reached out to grab something off
the ground near her and shoved it back into the bag. From the amount of stuff scattered all over
the street, my estimate on the size of the so-called purse wasn’t too far
off. There was an umbrella, a little
flashlight, a bunch of tubes and bottles, and at least a half dozen pens. As I looked around some more, I saw a small
notebook, a paperback book, keys, a bottle of hand lotion that was nowhere near
travel sized, a stack of tissues wrapped up in a Ziploc bag, two sets of
earbuds, and a checkbook. There was also
a whole pile of ponytail holders, bobby pins, and those little
hair-holder-things that looked like teeth.
There was shit from her bag from one side of the fucking
street to the other.
She started crawling around, gathering it all up, and
cramming it back inside, which gave me a fabulous view of her ass in the
short-shorts style waitress uniform the place up the street usually
demanded. I could kind of see how she
might have thought she could use the bag as a weapon—there had been more stuff
in there than really should have been able to fit. I looked around on the ground to see if there
was an actual kitchen sink, or at least part of one, but I didn’t see anything
metal. There was something that looked
like a small rock, though.
“How do you even carry that thing around?” I asked.
“What?”
“That…that purse-bag-thingy there,” I said, pointing and
shaking my finger at it. I wouldn’t have
admitted it, but the whole idea of the thing scared me, and I wasn’t sure
why. I felt like if I got too close to
it I might get sucked in, never to be seen again. “It’s insane.”
Her eyes became little slits as she looked up to me.
“There is nothing wrong with my purse!” she growled.
“It’s huge,” I said.
“It has everything I need in it.”
“It has everything you and ten of your friends could need
for a week,” I replied with a laugh. “I
know there are people who carry Chihuahuas in their purse, but you could fit a
Dane in there.”
Caged: Trapped (Book Two)
Excerpt
I felt my body tighten at her touch, and my skin tingled as her fingers
moved over my chest and down to my abs.
She took one finger and slid it over the ridge of each muscle. I caught her under her chin with my fingers
and brought her mouth back to mine.
Open mouthed, I moved from her lips, up the line of her jaw, to her ear,
and back again. With my free hand, I
crept from her hip up her side, and my thumb stroked the skin of her stomach. I felt her hand over mine.
I started to pull away, assuming her intent was to tell me to stop, but
her grip on my fingers tightened.
Opening my eyes, I looked down at her and watched her tongue dart out
over her lips before she slowly pushed my hand upwards.
“You sure?” I breathed, hating myself for even asking the question
instead of jumping on the opportunity.
In response, Tria rose up just enough to pull her shirt up over her
head.
My cock tried to jump right through the material of my jeans to tit fuck
her right there in her bra.
I had to physically restrain myself from the action as she settled back
above me on her knees. The bra itself
wasn’t unfamiliar—I’d seen all of her clothes in the drawers before—but having
the lacy white material wrapped around her smooth breasts laid out before me
was completely different.
I sat up and moved her with me until she was flat on her back on the
couch, and I was hovering over her. I
moistened my lips as I gazed down at the pale flesh before me with only a
slight curve visible at the top of the lacy front.
As slowly as I could endure, I traced her skin from the edge of the thin
strap around her shoulder and down to the mound of flesh against the lace
edge. Barely touching her, I outlined
from one edge over the curve, down into the slight dip, and back over
again. My fingertip completed the trek
back up to her other shoulder, and then began to make its way down again.
Once it hit the center of the dip again, I fanned out my fingers—still
keeping my touch ultra-light—and stroked slowly toward the outside of her
breast. I could feel my own breathing
increasing in tempo with hers as I touched her through the thin material. I mimicked the motion with my other hand and
the other breast, leaning in to kiss her shoulder as I moved.
Takedown (Book One) Caged
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Trapped (Book Two) Caged
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Released (Book Three) Caged
Series
Released (Book Three) Caged Series
About the Author
Shay
Savage lives in Cincinnati ,
Ohio
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5 stars for the entire series
This entire series is a beautifully flawed portrayal of circumstances. Where two wonderfully dynamic characters, from differing backgrounds and cultures, are subjected to life's trials.
This entire series is a beautifully flawed portrayal of circumstances. Where two wonderfully dynamic characters, from differing backgrounds and cultures, are subjected to life's trials.
My review of Caged: Takedown Teague (Caged #1) by Shay Savage
Review of book 2
5 Stars
“I’ve spent a long time not feeling anything because all I felt was…bad. I was only happy when I was fighting, but you…you changed all of that. For the first time in a decade, I have a reason to be outside the cage.”
Book 2 picks up where book 1 ended. Shay Savage takes us on a journey of life, where, culturally we become shocked and our emotions are taken on a roller coaster ride of bizarre proportions.
Caged: Trapped for me became a story telling of Tria's life and her own insecurities, coupled with Liam and Tria coming together. The way she slowly opened up to Liam, and how he fought to ensure her safety and survival. These two didn't have it easy. Tria's own life from birth to adulthood was extremely difficult and to the point of surreal. She has to learn to be confident and not succumb to her past life and rituals. Liam on the other hand, had it too easy and had to learn to live within his means. His own survival depended on him, and his anger coated most of his decisions.
As book two progresses, we truly see how caring Liam is, when he helps his crazy ass neighbour, Crazy Katie. This part in the book touched me to the core. His tough guy exterior and hardened personality, was softened as his own vulnerabilities slowly shine through.
We get some more insight in Liam's past. Not too much, but enough to continue to intrigue and keep me engrossed. I always loved these family dramas. They add so much ummppphhh and versatility to a story. Trapped made me enthusiastic to continue on. It was funny and witty, made me angry and sad, it even gave me whiplash with these two. I laughed and I loved, especially Crazy Katie.
”Like everything else about you. It’s how beautiful you are when you’re pissed off at me. It’s how you smile when you’re making me breakfast. It’s your eyes, your voice, the smell of your hair. It’s how your skin feels against mine. Everything about you makes me want you more.”
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Review of book 3
5 Stars
Ah ha!!! The conclusion, and what an ending it was. I devoured this final instalment in one sitting. Beautiful and brilliant by Shay Savage. Her writing style and skill was superb. Perfection, when it came to telling Tria and Liam's tale.
Liam, Liam, Liam, you captured me from book 1 and, I journey with you until the end. You amazed, excited, infuriated and annoyed the crap out of me. Yet, my heart was yours from the start. This was your book. I felt and saw everything through Liam's eyes. His emotions, fears, anger and happiness. I was sad to see this series end, but, oh so happy for the Happily Ever After. Well deserved.
Caged: Released is exactly what the name suggests. A release of inhibitions, fears and pride. A release of family struggle and strife, over ten years. Liam's past comes to the forefront, when his fears becomes his reality. He pushes Tria away, until, he has no choice but to fight to get her back. Fighting will taking everything he has, and he will have to face his past and his family, in order to survive the present, and live for their future.
In Released, Liam and Tria grow so much. They struggle with their own fears and emotions, and as a couple. We see these two grow exponentially, and their acceptance of both their pasts and their present. I loved how they supported each other. They learned how to learn on the family, and accept help. Their strength shone through and through.
This series for me, can be described as orgasmic. Slow building, beautiful bliss, to excruciating euphoria. Their happiness was painfully beautiful. It took ten years for Liam and even shorter for Tria, but wonderful things are birthed through pain.
*ARC provided on by TRSOR on behalf of the author for an honest review* Thanks!
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