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Broken Dolls was released
September 29, 2013. It’s a paranormal thriller set in the world of The
Telepathic Clans.
Blurb:
Private
investigator RB Kendrick makes her living nailing cheating spouses, digging up
other dirt to help in a divorce, finding long-lost relatives, and occasionally
sniffing out criminal activity and fraud.
When she
takes a job to find a missing girl, she has no idea she is headed for the most
dangerous case of her career. Usually, her ability to read minds gives her an
edge. But when the people she’s hunting are also telepaths, that advantage is
limited.
The search
takes her into the dark underbelly of telepathic society, where anything, and
anyone, is for sale. She discovers that telepathic women and girls are being
trafficked as the ultimate sex slaves.
With
people trying to kill her, she’s on the run, not knowing who she can trust.
Will she find the missing girl, or become a victim herself?
(The book
has language and adult subject matter that is not appropriate for younger
readers, although there is no erotic content.)
Book
Title: Broken Dolls
Author
Name: BR Kingsolver
Genre: Urban Fantasy / Paranormal Suspense
Publisher: BR Kingsolver
Date of
Publication: September 29, 2013
ISBN: 9781301813568 (ePub)
ASIN: B00FGK0KQ8
Number
of pages:
235
(ebook)
280
(print)
Word
Count: 79,700
Formats
available: ePub, Mobi, PDF, Print
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Links:
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Author
Bio:
BR
Kingsolver is the author of the Telepathic Clans series (The Succubus Gift,
Succubus Unleashed, and Succubus Rising) and Broken
Dolls, a paranormal thriller.
I grew up
in Santa Fe, New Mexico, among writers, artists and weird Hispanic and Native
American myths and folklore. I've lived all over the U.S. and earned a
living doing everything from making silver and turquoise jewelry, to
construction to computers. I currently split my time between Baltimore and
Albuquerque.
I love the
outdoors, especially the Rocky Mountains. I’ve skied since high school, with
one broken leg and one torn ACL to show for it. I’ve hiked and camped all my
life. I love to travel. I’ve seen a lot of Russia and Mexico, not enough of
England. Amsterdam is amazing, and the Romanian Alps are breathtaking. I was in
Paris and Iceland this summer.
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facebook, goodreads, etc)
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Excerpt
Brendan knocked on the door at exactly eight o’clock. I opened the
door and enjoyed watching his reaction. He didn’t say anything, just stared.
I’m not normally vain, but any woman who tells you she doesn’t enjoy an
appreciative reaction when she’s all dressed up is a liar.
In his limo, I watched his face flush and his breathing quicken. The
succubus pheromones definitely had an effect. I was glad the ride was short.
I’m not sure if his control would have held if we’d spent more time closed up
together.
It was just the driver and the two of us, and I considered taking them
out. Scanning the area around us, I was able to sense the O’Byrne team, but
also at least two other groups of telepaths within a block of us. Too chancy.
We walked into the restaurant and I had to smother a giggle. The
couple ahead of us was Rebecca and Donny, who cleaned up quite nicely. When we
were seated, I looked around and found them sitting at a table about twenty
feet away from Brendan and me.
*How are we doing?* I sent
to her.
*He has at least eight men
surrounding the restaurant,* Rebecca replied. *Seems like overkill. We’re outnumbered. I don’t think we’re going to be
able to take him tonight.*
I settled in for dinner. At the very least, I could use this to gather
information and set him up for another try.
After we ordered and the waiter brought the wine, Brendan leaned
forward, staring intently at my face. “How did you get hurt?”
I forced blood to my face to feign a blush. “I’m rather clumsy
sometimes,” I said, looking down at my lap. “Is it really ugly? I’m sorry.”
He smiled. “You’re beautiful. I’m concerned because it looks like
someone hit you.”
I forced more of a blush, feeling my face grow warm, and shrugged.
“It’s really my fault. I do stupid things sometimes. I shouldn’t make him
angry.”
“Who? A boyfriend?”
I tried to shrink deeper in my chair. I’d seen this kind of body
language too many times. Women trying to make themselves small, offering
submission.
“Yes,” I said.
“In London?”
“Yes.”
“Is that why you’re back here in Dublin?” He was using Empathic
Projection to make me confide in him, make me feel safe with him.
*Let your shields leak a
little,* Rebecca sent. *You don’t
want him to know how strong you are.*
I did as she suggested and felt a rush of emotion from her. Emotional
pain and humiliation so deep I was almost overwhelmed. I’d never felt anything
like it. You can’t project a feeling you haven’t felt. In the back of my mind,
I wondered when the strong, confident, swaggering woman I knew had felt that
way. I saw O’Driscoll’s eyes light up with pleasure as the feelings leaked
through my shields. This was what he enjoyed. Suffering and humiliation.
“I think it’s good that you got away from him,” Brendan said.
“He just needs some time away from me. After he cools off, I think
he’ll accept my apology.”
We ate dinner, and O’Driscoll did his best to continue milking the
emotions from me, asking about my boyfriend, trying to get me to go into more
detail about the emotional, psychological and physical abuse I’d suffered. He
was solicitous, caring, comforting. But he never let it go.
*He’s loving this,* Rebecca
sent. *I can feel the pleasure oozing out
of him all the way over here.*
*Yeah,* I responded. *He’s a Goddamn emotional vampire.*
When the waiter cleared our plates, I excused myself to go to the
ladies’ room. When I was coming back, Rebecca sent, *He spiked your drink.*
It figured. He was so turned on that he wasn’t taking any chances. He
wanted to take our ‘relationship’ to the next level. I shuddered to think what
that might entail.
As I neared the table, I turned my ankle enough to send me off balance
and hook the heel of one shoe on the other. Lurching forward, I put out my
hands to catch myself and knocked over both my water and wine glasses. The
liquid poured across the tablecloth toward him. He jumped back, upending his
chair with a crash. Everyone in the restaurant turned toward us.
*Wow,* Rebecca sent,
*you’re good. That was nicely done.*
*I do clumsy
well. I have a lot of experience,* I told her. I heard her bark of
laughter from across the room.
“Oh, my God. I’m so sorry,” I wailed. “I’m so clumsy. I’m sorry. I’m
sorry.” I picked up my napkin and tried to mop up the liquid.
“You stupid cow,” O’Driscoll said. He was livid. Seeing him wiping at
a wet spot on the front of his jacket and pants, I hurried around the table and
tried to wipe his pants. Of course, the napkin I was using was soaked, so it
only made it worse. I kept up a steady litany of apologies.
Two waiters hurried over to try to contain the catastrophe.
*Man, I’ll bet you could fry an
egg on his forehead,* Rebecca sent.
I choked back a burst of laughter, hoping the sound that I made
sounded like a sob. Rebecca pushed more humiliation into me, and suddenly tears
streamed down my face.
“Oh, God, I’m so sorry,” I wailed. “I didn’t mean to. It was an
accident.”
O’Driscoll assumed a stony face, letting the waiters clean up and try
to dry him off. I watched him out of the corner of my eye, seeing firsthand
what I’d seen so often in the minds of my clients. Abused women always make
excuses for their abusers. They blame themselves for everything that goes wrong
in a relationship. They try to make everything right. And even when they’ve done
nothing wrong, they lie to protect the bastards. It was enlightening seeing
O’Driscoll automatically assume that I deserved punishment for anything that
inconvenienced him.
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