CAGED by Shay Savage–RELEASE BLITZ AND GIVEAWAY

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Are you ready for Liam “Takedown” Teague?

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Blurb

This is not made for TV. This is the raw, brutal underground of no-holds-barred combat. Inside the cage there is nothing but me and the pain I inflict on those who dare enter. In the cage, I never have to worry about anyone but myself. Yet, when she began standing outside of the cage, everything changed. I was no longer fighting for the money or the glory – I was fighting for her.

A REVIEW BY PAGES ABOUND

As my first introduction to Shay Savage, I was not disappointed. Caged: Takedown Teague is a raw and gritty story of two people who are both fighting their way through life, while trying to leave the demons of the past behind. It is a well-told story from Liam’s point of view. This is the first installment in the trilogy. Strong character development, good use of humor, and stronger interplay between Liam and Tria makes this a well-written piece.

Having left behind a life of privilege, Liam is hiding from his past and fighting for his present. Liam works as a cage fighter in a run down bar two nights a week; he barely exists, going through the motions of training and fighting just to make rent. As he is getting ready to leave the bar after a fight, he notices a woman walking the streets alone. Seeing that a group of men are already on the move after her, Liam can’t help but get involved. In fact, Liam now can’t seem to get her off his mind, and feelings are growing, which is something Liam never expected to have happen again.

Tria has experienced loss, but she is determined to making something of her life. Leaving her hometown, Tria becomes a college student by day and waitress by night. She is barely hanging on. After being rescued by Liam, Tria seeks out his presence each night she has to walk home. But as the relationship between Liam and Tria begins to open, Tria’s past calls her back. Will Liam be able to fight for Tria? Or will the demons of their pasts tear them apart?

*I was given an ARC for my honest opinion.*

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Excerpt #1

“Are you just stupid?” I probably would have gone on, but she wrapped her arms around herself and glared up at me. “Stop yelling at me!” she screamed. She turned away, but I saw her reach up with the back of her hand to swoop underneath her eyes. Shit. I turned slightly away from her and practically bit down on my tongue to keep myself from saying anything else. I brought my fisted hands up against my stomach and tried to pull the tension inside of myself, work through it, and calm down. I could hear her crying combined with choked breaths and sniffles. “Fuck,” I mumbled under my breath. I was starting to come off the fighting high I had been on—the tears might have helped with that—and my stomach felt tight. After three long, deep breaths, I looked back to the girl on the ground and saw her frantically rubbing at her eyes and cheeks. She didn’t look at me as she reached out and pulled her mostly empty bag close to her. She looked inside and then looked around her at all her things on the ground. “Sorry,” I mumbled. I wasn’t all that great at apologies, and I figured now wasn’t going to be much different. I’d obviously upset her with all my shitty comments, though. “I didn’t mean to…I just…” I stopped talking. I didn’t know what to say, and I felt bad about yelling at her. She looked at me all red-eyed with tears staining her cheeks. “Just don’t do that shit anymore.” I let out a big sigh. She nodded once and then reached out to grab something off the ground near her and shoved it back into the bag. From the amount of stuff scattered all over the street, my estimate on the size of the so-called purse wasn’t too far off. There was an umbrella, a little flashlight, a bunch of tubes and bottles, and at least a half dozen pens. As I looked around some more, I saw a small notebook, a paperback book, keys, a bottle of hand lotion that was nowhere near travel sized, a stack of tissues wrapped up in a Ziploc bag, two sets of earbuds, and a checkbook. There was also a whole pile of ponytail holders, bobby pins, and those little hair-holder-things that looked like teeth. There was shit from her bag from one side of the fucking street to the other. She started crawling around, gathering it all up, and cramming it back inside, which gave me a fabulous view of her ass in the short-shorts style waitress uniform the place up the street usually demanded. I could kind of see how she might have thought she could use the bag as a weapon—there had been more stuff in there than really should have been able to fit. I looked around on the ground to see if there was an actual kitchen sink, or at least part of one, but I didn’t see anything metal. There was something that looked like a small rock, though. “How do you even carry that thing around?” I asked. “What?” “That…that purse-bag-thingy there,” I said, pointing and shaking my finger at it. I wouldn’t have admitted it, but the whole idea of the thing scared me, and I wasn’t sure why. I felt like if I got too close to it I might get sucked in, never to be seen again. “It’s insane.” Her eyes became little slits as she looked up to me. “There is nothing wrong with my purse!” she growled. “It’s huge,” I said. “It has everything I need in it.” “It has everything you and ten of your friends could need for a week,” I replied with a laugh. “I know there are people who carry Chihuahuas in their purse, but you could fit a Dane in there.” Displaying caged banner.jpg

Excerpt #2

When I got to the top of the stairs, I immediately saw a figure leaning against the outside of the fence and looking back and forth down the street quickly. Each time the head turned, a long brown pony tail bobbed around, and strands of hair got caught in the chain links. If the short-shorts and Fin’s logo on the shirt weren’t enough to go on, the gigantic, evil handbag gave her away. “What the fuck?” I snarled through the fence. Tria startled and looked at me, turning quickly on her heel and holding up her keys clenched in her fist. I tilted my head to one side and raised an eyebrow at her. What was she going to do, wave them around at me from the other side of the fence? “I’m pretty sure that was not meant to take the place of a ride,” I said, nodding toward the keys in her hand. “You scared the shit out of me!” Tria yelled. She adjusted the mega-monster purse on her shoulder and ran her hand through her hair. “The girl who was driving me got another job. She just walked out today, and there wasn’t anyone else on my shift with a car.” “So you’re walking down this street again?” I yelled. I slammed my palms into the chain links, making the whole side of metal rattle. She jumped away, stammering. “I…I…” I didn’t give her much chance to finish. I was livid. “After what happened the last time? Seriously, Tria?” I paced over to the edge of the building and back to the fence again. My fingers wrapped around the links and yanked. “You do have a fucking death wish, don’t you?” “I do not!” “Then why are you being so stupid?” I screamed. I planted my feet right where they were, and my heart thumped audibly in my chest. “I was trying to find you!” she yelled back. “Well, why didn’t you come in the fucking bar?” I tossed my hands up into the air. “Is there not a big ass poster right there in your face saying exactly where I am on Friday nights?” “I tried,” Tria said with a glare. “The bouncer wouldn’t let me in.” “Why not?” “I’m only twenty,” she said with a shrug. There was something about that news that flipped a switch in my head. I knew she looked young, but I didn’t realize how young. The idea that she was out here on her own, trying to make a go in this place without even being old enough to get into a bar killed my anger and made me feel something a little odd as well. Respect? Maybe even pride? Whatever it was, it also hardened my dick. Displaying CAGED TEASER.jpg

Want more of this fantastic series?

Pre-order Trapped releasing August 4th!

Trapped (Book Two) Caged Series

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About the Author:

Displaying shay savage.jpg Shay Savage lives in Cincinnati, Ohio with her family and a variety of household pets. She is an accomplished public speaker, and holds the rank of Distinguished Toastmaster from Toastmasters International. When not writing, she enjoys science fiction movies, masquerading as a zombie, is a HUGE Star Wars fan, and member of the 501st Legion of Stormtroopers. When the geek fun runs out, she also loves soccer in any and all forms – especially the Columbus Crew, Arsenal and Bayern Munich – and anxiously awaits the 2014 World Cup. Savage holds a degree in psychology, and she brings a lot of that knowledge into the characters within her stories.

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GIVEAWAY

Signed Paperback of Caged (pending delivery) (1 winner)

Ebook of Caged (3 copies, 3 winners)

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