NEW COVER, NEW TITLE, & TEASER FROM ALESSANDRA TORRE

Due to unforeseen circumstances, the title for Alessandra Torre's new book On Me, In Me, Dead Beneath Me has officially changed to...drum roll please....!

The Girl in 6E

Now, we know what you're thinking, and see Alessandra's thoughts about it all on her blog here, but having read the book, we really, really like it! It totally fits if you think about it. Mysterious title, with a very mysterious girl in 6E. Her neighbors haven't even seen what she looks like! It's a great new title,but we're really going to miss the other one! 

Moving on!! *tear*

Also, there is a new cover! Check it out! 

The Girl in 6E is still releasing on April 17th, and since Alessandra is awesome, we have some teasers for you until release day! Without further ado....

Teaser #1

“Something happened, and I need advice.” I grip the phone tightly and wait for the psychiatrist’s response.

“Another episode?” 

“No - nothing about that.  It’s Jeremy…you know the guy who-”

“You’ve had one human interaction in three years, I know who you’re talking about.  What happened?”

“He left me a note.  Outside.  With my package.”  I read him the note, trying not to add inflections that probably don’t exist.  When I finish there is silence, silence that stretches out so long that I find myself fidgeting.

“What do you want from me, DeAnna?”

“I want you to tell me what to do!  I don’t know how to handle this shit.”

“What do you want to do?”

“I - I don’t know what I want.  I just need you to tell me what to do.”

“What was it like when you were with him?”

I stand, pacing the expanse between my two bedrooms.  Crossing the thresholds feels like moving between my two selves – sex kitten to lonely woman.  JessBendore19 to scheming murderess.  I pushed against his hard chest and then he was there, in my mouth, his tongue pressed gently against mine, and my own traitorous mouth responded, my heart rate increased, my hands moved of their own accord, to his strong arms. Shoving the blade of the box cutters deep into his skin, the blood bursting from the movement, spraying gently upon my hand.  I tasted him, greedy for everything, my hands roamed everywhere, grabbed at his shirt, hastily undoing the buttons.  If he came back, if he came inside, I could be more prepared, could succeed in my quest for death.

“DeAnna?”

I halt, trying to focus.  “I’m sorry - what was the question?”

“What was it like when you were with him?  How did you feel?”

“I wanted him.”  On me, in me, dead beneath me.

“In what way?”  Derek’s voice is so sensual, so soothing, so male.  I make a decision, moving to my pink bed, and lay back on the sheets that smell of lube and latex.