We’d like to welcome the great people behind Riptide Publishing to The Book Pushers, as they celebrate their first anniversary with blog tours, giveaways, excerpts and more!
Thank you for joining us for The Flesh Cartel virtual book tour! All week long, we’ll be giving readers an up-close look at our new psychosexual thriller, The Flesh Cartel. The first episode in this serial story, Capture, is now available for purchase via the Riptide Publishing website. Because October is also Riptide Publishing’s Anniversary Blog Hop Bash month, we’re giving away an extra special reader prize at every stop along this tour—and all month long! One commenter from every stop we make in October will win a $10 credit to Riptide Publishing. Simply leave a comment below by 11:59 pm on Sunday, Oct 7th (email address included) to enter. Visit the First Anniversary Blog Hop Bash page for our complete October schedule, and make sure to check out each stop to increase your chances of winning great prizes all month long!
Today, we’re bringing you an exclusive excerpt from the second episode of The Flesh Cartel, available November 1st, 2012.
Mat was done fighting.
When they lead him out of the exam room, he went willingly, head down, mouth shut. Good dog. It sickened him, how pliant he’d become, but he recognized the irrationality of that feeling. Coach Darryl had spent the last twelve years teaching him to be patient, pick his battles, go on the defensive when he needed to and strike only when the right opportunity arose. He was in no shape to fight right now—Tasered twice, beaten repeatedly, stuffed into a tiny cage for ten hours . . . not to mention the actual three rounds he’d gone in the ring before this clusterfuck had gone down. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d eaten. Was so thirsty it hurt him as much as his cuts and bruises. He’d be good to no one if he got himself killed.
Besides, what if they were taking him to Dougie?
They didn’t, though. Just an empty cell in a long line of them—twenty or thirty, maybe—though who knew if the other ones were empty or not. He dug his heels in instinctively at the narrow door with its little arrow-slit window at head height, the tiny cell no bigger than a walk-in closet, closed in on three sides with solid, padded walls and a padded floor. No bed. No sink. No toilet.
No way to kill yourself.
Like some third-world prison or backwater mental institution. For one horrifying moment, he couldn’t let them shove him inside. Couldn’t.
The blow to the kidney was so vicious he saw spots. He must’ve screamed, could feel the echo of it scraping in his throat.
Dougie, oh God.
He threw himself forward against the closing door, but too late. Locked in. “Dougie? Dougie! Are you—” Okay? How patently fucking ridiculous. Of course he wasn’t okay. “Are you hurt? Did they hurt you?” He pounded the door with both fists. So padded he barely felt the shock of it. “Dougie, answer me, kiddo!”
A pause, and then, “I’m . . .” Was he in the cell right next door? Oh please God let him be as close as he sounded. “I’ll live,” he said finally, echoing Mat’s own typical post-fight reply, minus any hint of the usual glibness. “You? Did they . . .” A hitch, maybe a little sob. His voice sounded sandpaper rough, wet with tears. “. . . make videos of you?”
Mat found himself just as choked when he said, “Yeah.” The thought of Dougie being raped on camera, tortured like they’d tortured Mat, and for what? Would they end up on some BDSM porn tube with a bullshit disclaimer that all models were having fun? In some sick old fuck’s private wank collection?
“They microchipped me.”
Fuck. “Me too, Dougie.”
“Why would they do that?”
Mat leaned his forehead against the little slit in the door, let his eyes close for just a moment. That question had been haunting him from the moment the doc had tagged him. “I don’t know, Dougie.”
Another sniffle. A too-long pause. Then, “My arm hurts.”
“Mine too.” And then, even though he knew it was ridiculous, a flat-out lie, “It’ll be all right, Dougie. Just . . . just try to get some rest, okay? Close your eyes. Go to sleep. I’ll—” Stand guard. Protect you. More lies. “I’ll be right here, I promise.”
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