Twisted Book Reviews: Blog Tour - The Goodbye Man by Mary E Palmerin & Ashleigh Giannoccaro

Title: The Goodbye Man (Red Market, #1)

Authors: A. Giannoccaro & Mary E. Palmerin

Genre: Dark Erotic Horror/Taboo

Release Date: July 31, 2015

Blurb

Dysfunctional empires were made to fall. I am Caesar. Broken and conflicted. I am a man who gives false goodness to those who crave it. I provide solace to the ones who beg to be saved, giving them the goodbyes they want. But, my quiet little world is about to be shattered by the whispers from heaven and hell. I am Mateo. Unlovable and unworthy. I am the boy everyone runs from. I keep love close to me in little jars of perfection, reminding me of a thousand goodbyes I never had to say, because I left them before they could leave me. I am Svetlana. Dirty and Used. Birthed into brutality while still trying to comprehend my version of normal. I am an injured lamb, eaten by filthy wolves day after day. Just as salvation seems like it's within reach, a goodbye from this awful world is all that I wish for. **Graphic content warning including detailed depiction of brutal, bloody acts. Physical and emotional abuse is also apparent throughout this book with graphic sex scenes, both consensual and non-sensual. Reader discretion is highly advised. Not suitable for readers under the age of eighteen or those who are easily offended by the above mentioned acts.**

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Di's Review
5 Goodbye Stars!

"Readers, please note that this tale has graphic depiction of abuse including but not limited to; rape, physical torture, emotional abuse, murder, strong language, sexual degradation and humiliation, unconventional sexual practices, and detailed descriptions of several mental disorders."

If you decide to ride this ride, read the warning first. You have to be a certain kinda twisted to fully appreciate this story. Cover your eyes and look through your fingers, you know you want to.

"I bend down to the pale face of the girl with no name and only a number and I whisper in her ear, “Goodbye,” before they whip her through the giant electronic doors and to her early grave. No one lives forever, but cutting her life short just made some others longer. Now to replace her."

This is an no holds bar, dark, taboo, twisted story. This isn't dark romance either. The characters are deeply scared, flawed, and completely original. I know you heard this before, but you have never read something like this before. I took this journey knowing that the authors took a chance, they went where the story took them, no matter the consequence. And I loved every bit. I can't help but want the unknown, I stand on the edge, I wanted someone to push my boundaries, these two delivered. Be prepared.

Nothing is easy in real life, the things we don't talk about, right? This book grabs fake and slashes it's throat. Let's get to the nitty gritty that people really do go through. What happens behind closed doors, or in broad day light, what happens in our worst nightmares. Never to say out loud. This is fiction, but it will make you think. Diving into the mind of the mentally unstable, the broken.

"He danced and he played before pressing the knife to her vein. After her life was taken, he laid next to her knowing she couldn’t be shaken. Death was his friend because it would never leave. He could love the dead ones, too."

After I read this book, I researched the topics, the actual place, and I was shocked, slightly sick, and more intriguing than I had originally thought. The authors left nothing unspoken. They wrote a story that blows dark books out of the water, they went there. They set a bar, one that will be hard to top. Did I enjoy it? Yep, I loved the twistedness I felt in my stomach, the drop of my jaw, and most importantly the dysfunctional thoughts in my mind. This book pushed my morals out the window. Goodbye.

If you like to walk in a dark alley in a mini skirt, grab this, then let it grab you. Hold on and enjoy the fucking ride.

Excerpt

“We need to go, Lettie doll.”

Why? Why does he call me that? Why does he make me feel like I want to keep living for tomorrow? I hate it! But I have no choice as I stare into his black eyes. They draw me in and suck the wind from my lungs, once begging for death, now craving life. The tearing I remembered from before with Pavel is instantly replaced with lust, throbbing between my legs as I feel the urge to fall to my knees and kiss his bloody boots to show him how much I praise him. He holds my heart in his hands. He knows this, but something tells me that his heart is in the balance, too.

Girls like me hold no power. I took life. I took one of his dolls because they held something I never will. Peace. Order. Death. I broke. The little, quiet girl who let herself be raped day after day let herself break into a million pieces as the hard dick pleasured her while her lover loved him more. I thought for sure I would be reprimanded for my actions, but a softness I haven’t seen before is present in his eyes. And maybe something else. Worry? Is that worry? Is his face red? I find myself wanting to comfort him, but he doesn’t like to be touched. My warm, trembling hands make him feel uncomfortable. The push and pull between life and death, love and loss, is making me mad.

-Svetlana, The Goodbye Man

About the Authors

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