Thursday, August 15, 2013

Death Knows My Name by Casse NaRome

Title:Death Knows My Name
By:Casse NaRome
Genre:Adult Paranormal Romance


MAYNE ST LECLAIR has spent her adult life closed off emotionally from the world around her. She learned very early on that those who get close to her end up dead. She knows she is cursed, but what she doesn't know is why.

ECTAIN “ERIC” EDECK knows the pain he has caused Mayne but the connection is undeniable. Can Mayne get passed the hurt and fall in love or has her heart been broken too many times?

Is death playing some sort of cruel joke on Mayne St LeClair or is watching her suffer breaking Death’s heart?

Excerpt # 1
I heard a knock at the door. Assuming it would be Devon, I was ready to bitch about how shitty my day was.
I flung open the door, surprised to see Eric. “You used the door.”
“It’s called manners. Aren’t you going to invite me in?”
“Didn’t know you needed an invitation.”
“I don’t. I’m not a vampire. It’s that manners thing again,” he said curtly, stepping around me.
I stood there with the door open.
“Aren’t you going to close the door?”
When I made no move to, he reached past me and shut it.
“I had hoped I’d never be seeing you again.” I lied.“Besides, I figured you’d be mad at me.”
“I am beyond mad. Try pissed off.”
“Okay, pissed off or not, I really had no choice. I’m—”
“Do you even know what you did today? I asked one thing from you and you wouldn’t do it. You had a choice. There is always a choice and you made it.”
I sighed. “The point is, I’m sorry!”
“I deal in bottom lines. And the bottom line is—”
“The bottom line is I screwed you. Don’t you understand that I cannot just let you kill people in front of me? Don’t you understand how much that hurts? This guy today was a stranger but those people before—Eric, I believed it was my fault because of you. Every guy I slept with—”
“You weren’t supposed to sleep with every guy you met in a bar! That is on you.”
“Fuck you!”
He lifted his brow. “Isn’t that your problem?”
“Woah! Woah, woah, woah. Don’t you come in here and judge me. You don’t have the right. How I deal with my pain is my business. Is that what this is about? The creepy stalker Angel of Death got jealous?”
“Who I call is never my pick. It is your lot in life to keep memories and mine to call souls.”
“I cannot believe you called me a slut?” It was off subject but I was still pissed off about it.
“Did not!”
“Bullshit. You did a damn good job of implying it.”
“You are right.” He rubbed his hand through his hair, and I saw remorse in his eyes. “I’m sorry.”

Excerpt # 2
“So, I hope you don’t mind but I invited my new maaan.” I said with a roll of my neck.
He laughed. “Your new man, huh? Which one is it, the cold son of a bitch from the bar or the tattooed freak who stopped by the lounge?”
“Devon, please, please be nice to the new man in my life. No matter how much I love him it will never take away from the love and devotion I have for you,” I ended with a tease.
He threw his napkin across the table at me, and I tried to dodge it while laughing. I failed, and it hit me squarely in the forehead.
“What’s wrong, State, does all that sexing got your reflexes slow?”

“Hell no, just the opposite. All that sex has me as fast and nimble as a kitten. I purr, too.”
“Ewl. That was way too much information for me to know about anything you do.”
“It’s not like I told you what makes me purr.”
“That would be a lot of things, I have discovered.”
Devon’s eyes looked over my head to see who those words belonged to. Even though I knew, I still turned in my seat. I hadn’t heard him walk up, but a smile broke out on my face all the same.
“Hey, no sneaking up on us when I am divulging secrets of our sex life!” I exclaimed as I tilted my face up to meet his quick kiss on my lips.
“We are talking about you here. You are always talking about your sex life, so there are really no secrets left to tell,” Eric said with a smirk.
“This is true,” I conceded. “Devon, this is Ectain Edeck.”

Author Bio

Casse Narome is the alter-ego of a self-proclaimed awesome weirdo who spent her childhood reading and daydreaming. As an adult that is also how she spends her time only now she writes her daydreams down for everyone to read. Casse is never serious, has been accused of wishing her life was a sitcom, laugh track and all, has a bad habit of talking out loud to herself and she is fine with being a little insane. She spends way too much time online, too much money buying books and laughing at her own jokes. You will find her on Twitter being very random and spewing her opinions. When you see her online, tell her to get back to her writing! Or just engage her in a hilarious random conversation. She blogs book reviews and the adventures of being a writer at


1 comment:

  1. I love your blog! I really appreciate you sharing my book.

    Casse xoxo