Wednesday, September 30, 2015

Cul-de-Sac Tour, Excerpt & Giveaway!

On the Edge Series
Book One
M.E. Yildirim

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Date of Publication: September 25th 2015

ASIN: B01490125I

Number of pages: 310
Word Count: 131533

Cover Artist: Gözdem Perrichet

Book Description:

Sometimes feelings turn out to be the most lethal of adversaries.

He is known as Xan–an unapologetic king of an underground fighting arena who doesn't step out of the ring until a fight is over and won. Nothing matters to him as much as adding another victory to the tally. But who is Alexander Thorpe, the man behind the fierce stance, and what is he really fighting for? Brutal childhood and the rough reality of living on the streets create the perfect background for a relentless and merciless warrior, but is that really all there is to the man himself? Even winning can lose its appeal if a man doesn't know what is he really fighting for... or with whom?

“Perfect” is the word often used when it comes to Catalina Bennett, “privileged” is another. An entitled upbringing, private schools and extracurricular activities make for a flawless résumé, but they don't paint the whole picture of a person. As a photographer, she chooses to stand behind the camera, which is a perfect way of getting to know the world... without letting the world know her. Fostered by her grandmother after the loss of both parents at the tender age of ten, she is expected to bring nothing but honor to her family's name. Be nothing else than prim and proper, with no space left for her wants or needs.

But nothing can be denied forever.

Two completely different worlds of two individuals collide during an accidental event. But does coincidence really exist or do things happen for a reason? Life is made of seemingly unrelated moments, fragmented memories and betrayals influencing the reality, no matter the class a person is from.

Sooner or later, suppressed emotions and desires demand their due…

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Wanting to prolong the fight was a fucking mistake, he thought, but now was too late to go back on this plan.
The Wall aimed for Xan’s jaw next with a hammer fist and Xan understood the guy was going for a knockout.
It wasn’t unexpected but it pissed him off instantly anyway and Xan saw red.
A jaw was able to move sideways as well as forward and backward due to nerves attached where it connected with the skull, just beneath the base of the ear. These nerves sent out signals to the body’s nervous system making them the perfect target in order to induce an instantaneous knockout when struck properly.
He would be damned if he allowed that to happen, especially on his own territory, Xan thought savagely.
He couldn’t quite avoid the punch, but at the same he struck with his right palm heel at his attacker’s right shoulder. He pulled it down, placing his left hand under The Wall’s right arm. He twisted clockwise on the ball of his left foot, taking his right to the side so he was standing sideways to the guy.
Xan put his left hand on top of his right one next until his rival’s arm was resting on his left shoulder. It ensured him a stable position and he saw no reason not to use it, so he struck with his knee and blood spurted from The Wall’s nose.
It should have satisfied him, but the self-control he tried to work so hard on was a foreign concept to him at the moment so he used the advantage he had positioning himself at his opponent’s back.
He wrapped one arm around The Wall’s neck, with his forearm pushing against one side of the neck and his bicep against the other. Xan’s other arm pushed against the back of his rival’s head.
The rear naked choke was often called the blood choke because it was one of those that impeded blood flow from the heart to the brain. A properly executed choke first caused compression of the jugular vein, significantly hindering blood return from the brain to the heart. The recipient began to feel flushed and swollen in the face and brow. Further pressure narrowed the carotid and reduced the blood flow to the brain.
It was a deadly trap and Xan knew it well himself because it was one of his father’s favorite ways of grabbing him while he was explaining to his stunned and vulnerable son how easy it would be to end his miserable life right there and right then.
The memory made him hiss out a breath and he locked his feet against the other male’s flanks, expanding his chest until The Wall started to tap out letting him know he had enough and was ready to give up and cave in.
But Xan wasn’t ready to let go and at this point it was no longer important whether he held more onto the rival left at his mercy or the vicious memory from his childhood filled with violence.
He looked down at his hands and saw his father’s instead and that sobered him up more than anything.
He let go before the man could pass out… or die.
The astounded silence that fell over the crowd told him that he wasn’t the only one who was worried about the final outcome of the grip. But then the audience started to roar and chant his name and it was business as usual.
He had enough.
Xan stepped out from the man and out of the ring heading toward his room heedless of being proclaimed a winner even though he cared about nothing more than that.
But winning had its price, just like everything else. His body ached in this abstract way as if the brain didn’t connect all the dots, not recognizing it as his own pain yet. His stomach felt raw and unsteady.
      He felt raw and unsteady and he knew soon he would start to feel the aftereffects of the fight. All he wanted was a hot shower and to be left alone for an hour, or better yet for the remaining time of the night.
“Fuck that. I’m too old for this shit,” he muttered angrily to himself, trying to cover up the fact he was shaken by his lack of self-control tonight.

About the Author:

M.E. Yildirim is a Public Relations specialist from Poland who is confident Satan himself created math and that the world needs more bookworms to balance the evil out. Her mother is the one who had inculcated in her respect and love for written stories and taught her not to judge a book by its cover. She lives with head full of voices which won't be silenced until she lets them out to live and spin their tales on paper. That's right-their tales, since they seem to have a mind and will of their own.

Walking through life to the beat of her own drum, she has worked in a PR Agency, small companies, a big consortium and even in the Military. But none of it could ever compare to the adventures of creating and building up her characters and stories. M.E. believes that books are for smoothing out everyone's feathers and reminding people all the things they've already forgotten. She is happily married, oftentimes engaging her husband in her writing, with or without his consent. Tenacious as much as the characters she creates, she loves challenges, letting her own creations to take advantage of that fact.

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