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Death of a Chorus Girl – Blog Tour

Death of a Chorus Girl Tour BannerWelcome to my stop on the Death of a Chorus Girl Blog Tour! Read more about the book below, and be sure to follow along with the tour and enter the Amazon Gift Card Giveaway!

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When Detective Richard Giordano walks onto the Broadway stage, he expects to find a young, dead chorus girl. Having the show’s choreographer so intricately tied to the victim, and now his case, is something else altogether. What quickly becomes even more troublesome is balancing his attraction with his gut instincts.

The choreographer, Empathy Delacroix, is no stranger to death. Emotional scenes from the past suck her in and force her to play critical roles in the events. They often culminate in her experiencing the victim’s demise. It’s a secret she can’t confide in the police, even if she knows how the chorus girl’s life really ended.

Time ticks by and New York’s vilest players come out of the shadows, not only threatening to detour the case but also Detective Giordano’s and Empathy’s entire lives. The bonds of death and love push them closer together and into the path of a killer, leaving both unsure of what their future holds.

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Excerpt:

Had I known the smile Em gave me by the statue was the last one I would see that afternoon, I would have taken more time to memorize it. We are on our way to our fourth address. Each time she enters that frightful trance it is as if I watch her die. Her body quivers uncontrollably until she collapses in my arms. Her breathing grows shallower until it stops. At that point, all the tension seeps out of her, and she becomes lifeless. Then she blinks, begins gulping the air as if it is water, and clings to me like I am her anchor to reality.
So far, we haven’t talked about what is going on, short of her outlining in specific detail how my victims spent their last living moments. I’m confused and alarmed about what I’m witnessing, and even a little scared of her. And yet, as confounding and outrageous as this all is, I refuse to walk away. I can’t leave her to deal with it alone. Whatever this is, it is a part of her. The burgeoning love I feel isn’t diminished by it. If anything, it grows. Now there is something I can be for Em, her anchor. She may go through the experience alone, but I am determined to never again let her deal with its aftermath that way.
The time between each site is just as bad as the sites themselves. She won’t talk to me except to insist that we continue on this madcap quest. I hear her whimpers as she fights back the emotions resulting from her experience. The tears never fall but sit heavy in her eyes as she shivers next to me. She looks battered and broken, though there isn’t a bruise marring her perfect skin. I try multiple times to comfort her but she pushes me away, saying it isn’t time for that now.
Needless to say, when she grabs my arm and shouts, “Where are we going?” I’m shocked.
“Battery Park, Em. We don’t have to do this anymore…”
“Stop the car!” she demands, cutting me short. “Stop the car, Richard! Stop it now!” We are in the middle of New York City traffic. I can’t just stop, but glancing at her, she looks green and terrified. The tears are falling and her free hand claws at the door. “Let me out! Please, Richard, I have to get out!”
I flip on the lights, directing us into the far-right lane to park the car. In an instant, she is out and racing to a trash can. By the time I join her, she’s violently emptying her stomach contents. I am at a loss for what to do as I watch her beg for water between her heaves. I don’t have any and I can’t leave her to get some. She is barely holding herself up.
“I need water!” I holler and flash my badge. “Em, stay with me.” Please don’t have this madness she’s been putting herself through steal her from me. Thankfully, a food vendor hands me a bottle.
I help her to the ground and feel helpless as she guzzles about half the bottle before pouring the rest over her head. I look at the vendor sheepishly as I fish a ten out of my wallet. He waves it off and offers to bring me more water if she needs it. I’ve come across enough burn victims suffering from dehydration to recognize the symptoms of fire damage in the woman cowering on the pavement in front of me. She needs more water. I press the ten into his hand and gratefully accept his offer.
I give her my full attention while he is gone. “What happened? What do you need?” Her eyes aren’t completely clouded over, as if we are on the edge of another trance.
She focuses through the fog and for the briefest moment, she is completely back. “Get me out of here. I can’t be in Lower Manhattan.” The words shake with her fear. Her body convulses again as it fights the wretched trance threatening to sweep her away from me. Something about this instance, though, is much worse than all the rest. I’m afraid it may actually kill her.
There aren’t many options. I don’t want to leave her, and I can’t leave the car. She can’t be in Lower Manhattan, but getting her out requires taking her deeper into it first. It pains me to take the only move I have. The vendor returns and I waste no time before ordering him to stay with her. I race to the charger, flip on the lights, and quickly maneuver through traffic to get turned back towards uptown. By the time I get back to Em, I was gone about fifteen minutes but it was the longest fifteen minutes of my life.
The vendor is still by her side and from the number of bottles on the ground it looks like he was very generous to her. “You should probably get this one to a hospital, officer,” he comments with sincere concern.
“Thank you, sir. I’ll take care of her from here.” The vendor walks back to his cart as I turn back to Em. The convulsions have stopped but she is soaking wet. I kneel before her and cup her face to bring her eyes to mine. There are hints of that damned fog in them, but it hasn’t taken her over yet. “Em, I’m here. The car’s at the corner and I’m going to get you out of here. Can you walk?” She shakes her head, and I don’t hesitate to scoop her up into my arms.

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About PM Briede:

I am a lover of all things artistic. I grew up surrounded by the performing arts both as a spectator and performer. That love of creation and design is the fuel for my writing now. Being able to create and entertain is a dream come true.

The imagination is a powerful thing, able to take you places you never dreamed. I write realistic fantasy. The idea of the possible having impossible explanations fascinates me. That idea is the driving force behind the Charlotte Grace series.

My Interview:

1. Where do your ideas for characters come from? Are any of them based off people you know?

When I first started writing, the characters were all based on people I knew or combinations of their best and worst traits.  It was easier that way, to start with what I knew.  As time has progressed, they aren’t based as much on real life people as they are on ideals.  That goes for what they look like as well.  I never have a real person in mind anymore.
2. Did you know from the beginning who had murdered Annie, or was it something you decided as you wrote?

LOL!  Um, the series is completely written, and I do that by design before releasing any book.  I change too many things.  Annie’s murderer changed at least three times as ideas and characters developed their own interesting twists and histories.  I lose the ability to make those changes if the book is already out.
3. What was more interesting to write; the murder mystery or the romance?

They are both interesting for very different reasons.  What you’ll find in my writing is a mix of genres.  I write what I hope you could see in the world around you, which means, none of it can stay on just one path.  Surprise happens in life, and in death, and I mimic that in my writing.  Mixing the genres together is what interests me and having a healthy, well developed piece of the genres I’m meshing together is what excites me.
4. How many books are you planning on having in the Empathy series?

As I said above, Empathy’s series is done and there are three books.  Death of a Chorus Girl.  Don’t Drink the Nine.  Phantom of New York.

5. Why did you decide to give Em those powers? Will they be explained more in book 2?

I wanted to mix my love of art and criminal serials into one series.  New York was a natural choice (I’d already done New Orleans) and mixing Broadway and the NYPD.  A crime needed to happen and her visions are to bridge the gap of their two worlds.  The intent was to show the world is smaller than it seems.  I don’t know what more you want explained in book 2 and 3 but there are more visions and they develop themselves.
6. If you could bring any of your characters to life, who would you choose?

Um, the yummy ones. Winking face  That’s really hard.  They are all like my children and picking just one is impossible.  But in truth, the characters from my Charlotte Grace series, exist in one form or another.  And while, I love Richard and Empathy, Izzy from The Underground is so interesting of a character in her life experiences and views of the world, I think she’d be interesting to actually see walking the street.
7. Now that you’ve finished the book, is there anything you wish you could change?

Not really.  I finished the series March of last year.  Sat on it for nine months and now my publisher and I are going through the editing process.  I find doing that allows me to improve as I continue to write stories (I currently have 4.5 unpublished stories completed, including Nine and Phantom) and then go back with a clear head and fresh perspective.  I make changes then and try to put out stories that I am very satisfied with and proud of.
8. What’s your favourite part of writing/publishing?

The response to my stories.  It’s overwhelming and so encouraging to have complete strangers connect with my characters.  To love and hate them.  To invest in the stories.  It’s amazing to me and I’ve met so many amazing people who have become friends.
9. What’s your least favourite part of writing/publishing?

Much like everything else in life, this business has its cattiness and that bothers me.  But such is life.  Luckily, I’ve had more positive and supportive experiences than negative ones.
10. How long have you been writing for?

I started writing in January 2012, on my birthday.  My mother passed away the summer before and I was still struggling with the emotions.  I wrote to deal with them and give myself closure on issues I didn’t get to do before.  It was a very cathartic  process and I never planned on publishing.  My dear friend convinced me to and the rest is history.

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DeathofaChorusGirlTeaser2I’ll be posting my review later on this week. Thanks to Paige and PM Briede for letting me be part of this amazing tour!

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I was a book blogger for a while, and I now blog about every little thing in life I can think of. Bear with me while I try all these new posts out... I'm a New Zealand teen who gets angry about the world (but not angry enough for tumblr). I like to capture the world through photos and words, and read in all the moments in nz-squadbetween. I have an overwhelming desire to see every corner of the world I possibly can, and hug the people I love in all those corners. I can't do make up to save myself, and you're more likely to find me buying matching stationary than matching clothes. My nerd hobbies include a new found love of the Avengers, reading YA, watching Game of Thrones, How I Met Your Mother, and every vlogger I can find, and being the last person on the music bandwagons. I have big plans for the rest of my life, including university, teaching, travelling, and having an army of puppies. I plan to blog every second of it!

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