Keep Me In Mind Tour ~ Trainwreck by Michele Micheal Rakes ~ (Excerpt + Giveaway)
Author Name: Michele Micheal Rakes
Book Name: Trainwreck
Release Date: January 25, 2016
Detective Sergeant Vincent Sweetwater hates dead bodies. That’s why he’s an undercover narc and not a homicide dick. So why is he standing on a sandy beach in California staring at a lifeless body—oh yeah, the suicide attempt. Lieutenant Hanson is making a statement. Something about life worth living. Shows what he knows.
As Vince examines the tortured body, he feels an empathy and déjà vu for the victim, her wounds are similar to scars he has only a vague memory receiving. An intense desire to find her killer fills his queasy belly as a dark game of cat and mouse begins.
The young woman’s death forces Vince back into a secret life dominated by sex, perversion, and sadomasochism. Estranged from his wife he still loves and longing for the man who possessed him once, Vince buries his torment deep inside meaningless sex.
*Warning: This book contains adult content and situations. NOT FOR THE SQUEAMISH.
Pages or Words: 374 pages
Categories: BDSM, Bisexual, Crime Fiction, Erotica, Fiction, Gay Fiction, M/M Romance, Ménage/Poly, Romance, Thriller
Vincent Sweetwater twisted the Harley’s throttle. The power in the motor thrummed between his legs. The bike seemed heavy, angry; like she wanted to fall flat on her face. Like she yearned to drag him across the gritty asphalt. Vince needed to feel the pavement shred his clothing and bite into his skin. Punishment for being a man who thrived on suffering.
Why can’t I control myself, damn it?
-You’re supposed to be one of the good guys.
-Stop drinking, Sweetwater.
Vince envisioned choking the life out of his conscience. The damn thing made it difficult to be an asshole, yet somehow he didn't let it stop him. Nothing stopped him from being a dick to his wife. Vince squeezed the throttle. The speed would numb his mind.
The machine growled beneath him, giving her two fucking cents, and he ignored the wanton slut. Vince was too malicious to give her what she craved. If he did, there would be no turning back.
Still, the iron bitch demanded more power. Urged by a quiet whisper from somewhere in the darkness of his mind, Vince let off the throttle long enough to grasp the clutch and toe it into sixth.
Vince grabbed the remote and clicked on the news. He paid little attention as he rubbed his aching hip. When Lola Romero began her news report he glanced up to see an official photo of himself in uniform.
“Jesus, talk about an old fucking picture.”
Despite being only twenty-three in the photo, he hadn't appeared young and fresh faced. His eyes had held a kind of darkness even then, and his best efforts were unable to hide the pain.
“An L.A.P.D. Information officer confirmed the return to duty of Detective Vincent Sweetwater just one week after a horrifying display of violence toward a man who was reportedly beating his five-year-old son in the parking lot of a Home Depot in Inglewood. Detective Sweetwater was nearly killed last year in a motorcycle accident on the Pacific Coast Highway and is still under scrutiny following alleged misconduct while under deep cover with the narcotics division.”
“Bite me, Lola.” Vince shut off the TV, flopping back on the bed, staring into the darkness.
“Fuck my life. It was more than a year ago. Bitch.”
I hate people.
The room fell silent and he turned back to the freezer. His hand hovered lovingly over the lid before he lifted it. “Hey, pretty. I know what to do with you now. You’re going to meet the son of an old friend.”
The girl had dead-fish eyes. Half-lidded, green once upon a time, they stared unseeing from a frost glittered corpse. Hair like sunburnt grass pricked her high cheekbones and full lips. He smoothed it back stiffly. The realization this would be the last time he felt her youthful body rushed through him like a phantom out of the dark. He was almost surprised at her lack of life.
On a shelf across the room was a black tarp, which he spread on the floor. With singular effort he struggled to get the partially frozen corpse from the freezer. She landed with a sick thud. The man apologized to her as though she were still living, stroking her stiff hair soothingly. He started to roll her in the black plastic, cocooning her in a final darkness, to be reborn from the chrysalis in the morning sunlight. Only then would Vincent Sweetwater come to know her and whom she represented.
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Today we're very lucky to be interviewing Michele Micheal “Mikey” Rakes author of Trainwreck the series.
Hi Mikey, thank you for agreeing to this interview. Tell us a little about yourself, your background, and your current book.
Well, I live in a house with two Egyptian Mau’s who are freaks. One is obsessed with being in my hair (actually in my hair) and the other one we call Bullet. Give you three guesses why.
Trainwreck was a story I wrote back in 2010 because I couldn’t find any stories like it in my book store. I was a personal journey for me and became one for the main character, Vincent Sweetwater. He’s a bit of a trainwreck. He lost his daughter in a car accident and sort of went off the deep end. Now he’s trying to put himself back together again. His past is coming back to haunt him and the man he thought he could love. On the cusp of patching things up with his wife, Vince is thrust back into his secret world of sadomasochism and the man who opened up his world. All of this being instigated by the search for the killer of two young women. The killer may be someone from Vince’s past.
- What’s the best line you ever wrote?
I don’t know what my best line is, I’m not a good judge of that, I don’t think. My husband loves this exchange between Irus Beaumont and his strong safety, Eldridge, from Fourth and Long:
“What kind of asshole puts their helmet down when a guy takes a shot at him?” I ask Els.
He grins wide, his teeth pearly against his dark face. There’s a glint of gold on one incisor. “The same kind of asshole who takes a shot at a guy wearing a helmet.”
- Do you listen to music while writing? If so, what kind?
No. I find it too distracting. Do I have a play list for certain moments? Yes. I often listen to music when I’m trying to figure out how a scene is going to work. Sometimes, a song embodies a characters emotions or events in their lives. It helps in plotting and planning, but I don’t listen to music when I write as a general rule. There was a scene in Fourth and Long where Jacks sings a Stones song, and I listened to that song when I wrote the scene.
- If your book were made into a movie, what actors would you like to see star?
Well, that’s a hard question to answer. It’s taken me days to think of current actors I’d like to see playing my characters. Honestly, I can’t think of anyone who could play Vincent Sweetwater. I’d love to see Manu Bennett playing Greg because I love his voice, but Greg Dunne isn’t Maori and is quite a bit taller than Manu. Jenna Dewan-Tatum would be nice as Mica.
- What genres do you write in?
Mostly M/M romance, but this one is about a man who loves his wife deeply, but isn’t complete without the man he loves dominating him. He fantasizes about his former Dom teaching his wife how to dominate him properly. Only one problem, his wife is estranged and his former Dom doesn’t want him anymore. Well, two problems, since he can’t be honest about what he really needs and who he really wants to be. Plus, he has to find a killer who is somehow tied to his childhood.
My other books are strictly M/M, but are also thrillers, with Fourth and Long tying into Saving Kane through the killer. That series will be wrapped up, if not by the end of this year, but he beginning of next year. I don’t write as fast as some folks. After Party, the follow up to Fourth and Long is eighty percent complete. Maddox and Frank is completely plotted, outlined, researched, and some of it is written.
- Where and when do you prefer to write?
I usually like to write early in the mornings, but the only time I have to write is on the weekends as I have a full-time job. Someday, I hope writing is my full-time job. I had a brief hiatus where I was able to write for eight hours every day. That would be sweet.
Meet the author:
Michele Micheal Rakes lives in a small town in the shadow of a big mountain and works as a surgical technologist assisting in the removal of tonsils and testicles. Three grown children, a one year old granddaughter named Thrasher, two psychotic Egyptian Mau’s, a husband with hair down to his knees, an Amazon for a wife, two Harley’s, and a ferret named Teeny Tiny Ferret Feet (husband insists her name Little Feet, we all know he’s wrong) life is gets pretty wild.
Note: Wife recently passed away from cancer and this book is dedicated in loving memory of Mary Louise Castleman. Love you babe!
Where to find the author:
Facebook Author Page: https://www.facebook.com/michelemichealrakes
Goodreads Link: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/28644673-trainwreck
Publisher: Michele Micheal Rakes
Cover Artist: Drai Bearwomyn
Cover Photography by Dan Skinner
Editing: Tina Adamski
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