Title: Until I Die Again
Author: Gary Caruso
Genre: Dark YA, Romantic Thriller 15+
Hosted by: Lady
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Blurb:
After
discovering the true nature of Lucifer's plan for Jacob, Wake is determined to
do the impossible—escape the Gates of Hell! He soon finds out that this
unlikely task isn’t his greatest challenge. Wake learns the true meaning of
self-sacrifice and the ultimate consequence of death as he searches for a way
to break his contract with Satan. With an all-out war between Heaven and Hell
in the near future, and the destiny of humanity at stake, Wake must decide who
to trust as he battles to save a young boy from the powerful forces of
Hell.
Gary
Caruso lives in northern Virginia with his wife Jill, but their favorite place
is in Ohio with their three beautiful grandchildren. Although Gary is
exhilarated when he sits down to write, teaching middle school science is his
first love. He’s passionate about empowering students to make thoughtful
decisions and positive choices in life. Gary enjoys reading, especially fiction
that blurs the line between what’s real and what’s fantasy. He never imagined
becoming a writer until an ordinary car ride on a spring day jolted an unlikely
thought into his head. Gary’s early experience writing is a reminder that no
matter how intimidating the challenge, action and determination are the
foundations for fulfilling any dream. Gary has an insatiable love for writing,
a blessing he’s excited to share with his
readers.
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How much
agony can a man endure before he surrenders every precious thought of the woman
he holds most dear? I’ve lost count of the successive days of torture. Time
after time, long, flat strips of glowing hot iron are pressed onto my exposed
arms and legs. They sear away the flesh, layer by layer, almost to the bone,
and the pungent smell of charring meat and the crackling of curling skin
dominate my senses. I struggle to keep a lucid image of Annemarie’s beautiful
smile in mind and remember the gentle touch of her soft fingertips as they
glide across the coarse skin of my cheek. It’s the only string of goodness that
remains from my vanishing humanity, but the torment of every exposed nerve scratches
at my soul, seeking to push me beyond the edges of
insanity.
Like a vise
clamped on a piece of wood, my teeth clench into my lower lip until they
eventually pierce through. I’m repulsed by the sour, metallic taste of my demon
blood, but the pain refocuses my determination and keeps me from begging for mercy.
The pain will stop if I surrender what remains of my broken humanity. As
another bolt of pain tears at my body, I tighten my jaw again. I can’t crumble
on Bethany’s table. I refuse to give her the
pleasure.
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