Feb 24, 2016

Blog Tour -- Exit Wound by Alexandra Moore






EXIT WOUND by Alexandra Moore

Genre: New Adult Thriller
Release Date: December 8, 2015
Publisher: Limitless Publishing

- SYNOPSIS -

Being crowned as royalty in Rosewood Academy’s secret society wasn’t in Bea Morrison’s plans…

A senior in high school, Bea’s life changed forever when a tragic car crash claimed her best friend’s life, leaving her devastated and alone. Now at Rosewood Academy of Arts, Bea owes a debt. With her best friend no longer queen, it’s up to Bea to be fulfill the role until graduation.

There is nothing money can’t buy, including Crosley’s king status…

When Bea accepts her place as queen, the arrogant Crosley is quick to remind her of her royal duties. Obsessed with the era of the Tudors, Crosley insists they must consummate their relationship—but spousal duties aren’t what Bea signed up for. When she rejects Crosley’s proposal, his expectations twist into absolute obsession.

A sadistic mind makes for an expert stalker…

After graduation, Bea thinks the nightmare of Rosewood Academy is over. She’s pleasantly surprised to reconnect with the gorgeous Everett Thompson, a drummer for her brother’s band. As feelings from their past fling resurface, Bea hopes for a fresh start with the guy who got away. 

Bea’s hopes are shattered when she receives threatening texts from Crosley, who is still determined to collect his debt. And as Crosley continues to pursue her, a terrible tragedy proves he is even more dangerous than she feared.

If Bea has learned one thing, it’s that life is too fragile, and it’s anybody’s guess who will make it out of this nightmare alive.






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- EXCERPT -


While I was working backstage later that evening, I heard a few new guests entering the premises. One was K.L., and the other was Ella Green. Ella Green was well known for her publicity stunts and her YouTube videos. Although I had never seen one, I was pretty sure she was here to interview the band. As for K.L., he was here for the same reason he was at the diner where we had lunch: to reel me into his world. I refused, knowing that wouldn’t stop him from trying again.

“Frances, can you take Ms. Green and Mr. James to the green room?” one roadie asked me. I threw the towel I was haphazardly folding to the side, and I went to guide Ella and K.L. to the green room.

When we got there Ben was celebrating something, and he wanted me to hear it. He showed me the invitation that had been waiting for them when they got here. It was for the American Music Awards in November, and when I saw that he and the band were nominated for an award, I was just as giddy with excitement as the whole lot of them. Ben and I hugged and jumped up and down, squealing in excitement.

After we came back to our senses I said, “Oh, guys Ella Green and K.L are here.” The sound of Ella’s name struck a fire in Ben. Not a good fire either.

“Is something wrong?” I asked.

Ella was suddenly screaming at Ben. I was so confused, and so when Ella kept yelling, I yelled over her.

“Shut up! What the hell is going on?” I asked.

Ben waved his hand, signaling that I should leave this alone and I ignored him.

“Don’t you know?” Ella said. “I wanted to date the wonderful Ben Morrison, but he refused. He refused! Like, who refuses to date me? I’m Ella Green for Christ’s sake, I’m the mother—”

“It’s time to shut up, Ella. I can see your ego loud and clear.” She gasped at my comment, more enraged that I even spoke to her during her outburst than the fact that my brother had refused her invitation.

“Who are you? Like, what are you even doing here? You were folding towels when I came in, you’re a little good for nothing—”

It was a reflex, and I mean it when I say this—but I punched her in the nose. Usually I’m pretty good at controlling my anger, and other times I don’t realize how angry I am and my reflexes take over. She was wailing like a child, and holding her head back as she stumbled around as if my punch to her nose had debilitated her ability to maintain her balance.

“Dammit, Frances! Do you know who she is?” Ben was yelling at me now, and I didn’t know how to react. He was rushing to get towels and ice for Ella.

After a medic checked her nose and said it was fine, she was escorted off the premises, all the while shouting about how I was going to pay for this. I was like a child stuck in the time out corner when Ben came back. My arms were wrapped around myself for safety, and I hung my head in shame.
“What are you doing, Bea? Do you want to get us into trouble? She’s a YouTube star. She could easily post a rant about this and make it go viral overnight!"

It was time to prepare for the show, and I tried to leave, except Ben wouldn’t stop yelling.

“Frances, if you keep screwing things up the way you are, I'm going to regret ever bringing you on this tour! How can I show the world how wonderful my sister is if she keeps acting like a whiny, spoiled brat with an uncontrollable right hook?"

I could tell Everett was about to call him out on his behavior, but I shot him a look that told him not to.

“I’m sorry, Ben, it won’t happen again. I’ll go back to folding towels.” I had never been so isolated and demeaned in my life. So much for sibling love.


















 - ABOUT THE AUTHOR -


My name is Alexandra Moore. I’ve been creating stories since I could talk. I’ve been putting them onto paper since I could write. Writing books is my dream and my passion, along side with rescuing African Pygmy Hedgehogs, retired race Greyhounds, French Bulldogs, and other various animals I’m probably allergic too.

I’m convinced I’m the blood of the dragon, and the Mother of Dragons.

When I’m not watching GoT, I’m watching Grey’s Anatomy (again) on Netflix, and crying over all the MerDer feels. I also spend time with my Boston Terrier Tank and my boyfriend. Both are my cuddle buddies, and I’m afraid the dog is around more often. I don’t bite (unless provoked) so feel free to tweet at me, or leave a comment on one of my InstaPics. I can’t wait until my book is in print, and to share my thoughts with the rest of the world.

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