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Thursday, June 08, 2017

Sevyn by Renee Dyer

 “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?

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My fourteenth birthday started with screaming, “I want to see my son.  He would never ask for this.  Kevyn!  Kevyn!”
My father was screaming for me?
The hopeful boy in me that had always prayed he would love me ran out of my room and down the stairs.  He was in the cage.  I stared at him in confusion.  Looking back at me was nothing but hatred.  Still.  He didn’t need my help.  Didn’t want it.  He wanted me to see how much I disgusted him.
“You fucking bastard!”  He screamed.  Spit flew from his mouth.  As usual, he was high.  “How dare you wish this for your birthday?”

About the Author:

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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Unknown said...

Thank you for sharing! <3