~ Book Blitz ~ Room 11 by Mari.Reiza  Women’s Psychological Fiction

About the Book:

After an accident leaves his wife in a coma, he sits on a hospital chair day-in day-out singing to her. Nobody can pull him away from her as she threads through the rage that could save her. Meanwhile, a desperate nurse grows her admiration for him into obsessive desire.

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The Setting

A hospital room in a private clinic in London. The floors are squeaky clean. Patients smell lovely. Visitors sport well-polished shoes and smell too of expensive cologne; they’re not the kind you may suspect of stealing the antiseptic soap at the entrance, but instead talk in educated ways, despite concern for their loved ones sending them mad. In Room 11, a young comatose woman lies on a freshly made-up bed, her wealthy husband alongside a matronly foreign nurse diligently tending to them both.

Meet the Nurse

She has asked for Room 11 specifically, and for the best shifts to spend with its patient and her husband. On quiet night shifts, as she indulges on a hot-dog dinner with Maltesers before sitting in the dim quiet of the adjacent sleep-room reading secondhand romances, she listens to the husband sing. Her and him are on speaking terms, have shown each other their amulets, shared talk of their years spent in different Africas, even if she hides from him tales of her soulless apartment, her city’s horrific traffic and her lover scattered in pieces on a tree. How on earth can they keep going? Like her he deserves better. And now Dr. Patel has become a common denominator to both their destinies.

Meet the Husband

He arrived on his big feet one day, with his impotent rage and his books he has built into a confident pillar on the side of his hospital chair: every title about comas. On top, he rests his iPhone with her music. He puts his headphones on and sings. Sometimes he puts them in his wife’s ears and sings. He’ll know more about his wife’s condition than her nurse if he has read all his books, but only what he wants. He washes her hair daily in a shallow yellow bucket, rubs her legs caressing them; but her eyes remain shut. How can he see happiness in her outer beauty whilst inside she’s dead? He only leaves his guard to go home a few night hours, returning refreshed with a espresso in one hand and a cup of yogurt with honey in the other, and later to buy two sandwiches for lunch and dinner, both small enough to fit in his trouser pocket. He has left strict instructions, that he’s the only one allowed to visit, pretends the room should be as tightly guarded as a fisheries exclusion zone. He acts guilty. Does he have a secret?

Meet the Wife

She was labelled ‘Traffic accident abroad’ when she was first brought in from a foreign country where her family had stopped visiting, although her mother has since rang twice and her brother once, for a short call during which he only wept. In her sleep, she plunges into the abyss in search of why she’s here. She had been at a family wedding, with her husband. He knows she’s terrified of the lack of empathy between her and her mother dragging her down to the bottom of the ocean. And her own father won’t travel to meet her either; is he fine to stop seeing each other? Even when she had been sick nobody asked of her diagnosis, not even her brother who increasingly feels like her negative about to tear his chains to her. Does she have a son? Is he the reason why she ended here? Is he behind her urge to return?
About the Author:

Mari.Reiza was born in Madrid in 1973. She studied at Oxford University and worked as an investment research writer and management consultant for twenty years in London, before becoming an indie fiction writer. Also by her, Inconceivable Tales, Death in Pisa, Sour Pricks, A Pack of Wolves, STUP, Mum, Watch Me Have Fun!, Marmotte’s Journey, West bEgg, Room 11, Triple Bagger, Caro M, Opera, the Retreat, sells sea shells and aberri (homeland), all available on Amazon.

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Supernatural Spy Academy S. S. S.

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There are three key components required to get into the most prestigious, top spy academy in the world:

Skills. 

Strength. 

Survival. 

My name is Silver Spell Solange. No, I didn’t plan for my initials to be the same rank needed to enter the spy academy. But I would do anything to get into the one of a kind school. I have the magical capability of an Elemental Witch, the strength to kick anyone’s ass, and quick problem-solving skills to get my teammates out of any jam. There’s only one small problem – the other ‘S’ I’m missing.

I’m not a part of the supernatural race. 

After realizing the my only shot at my dreams is at the brink of extinction, I’m unexpectedly teamed up with a werewolf, a dragon, a fallen angel, and a hellhound. The four of them carry the assets and abilities I need to gain my spot into the Supernatural Spy Academy (SSS).

With the clock ticking and not much leg room for an SS score, I accept their bet, knowing I’ll easily handle whatever they request from me.

I didn’t think their bet would lead me to date all four them. 

It’s time for me to buckle up. This four-year roller coaster is about to begin, and its a bumpy one-way ticket to becoming the next “supernatural” spy.

About Yumoyori:

Yumoyori Wilson is a full-time author who has a slight addiction to bubble tea.

She previously was a Pediatric Registered Nurse, working her night shifts away and reading her kindle during her breaks. She decided to take the chance at becoming an author and is now working on multiple projects in various genres, including Paranormal Romance, Urban Fantasy, Sci-Fi, and more.

She lives in Toronto, Ontario and loves to bother her lovely Mother (also known as her Queen) and has many projects and plans for her readers.

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I stared at him as he continued to focus his attention on the screen. Any other person surely would have made conversation with him, especially when he was so attractive, but I wasn’t those types.

He sniffed the air, wrinkling his nose. “Too clean.”

“Come again?” I asked.

“It smells like bleach. Makes me wonder if someone died here.”

My baffled self just stared at him, unsure how he came to such conclusions. “Should I even ask?”

He looked at me and smiled. “Where I come from, if you smell bleach, it means there was a crime scene or murder in that place. The authorities use bleach and other chemicals to remove blood stains and body odors.”

“So…” I took a moment to put my evidence together. “You’re secretly a killer.”

He chuckled. How can a killer laugh so easily? He gives me all the red flags. Nikko would have annihilated him.

“No. Just observant.”

“And you like to sniff everything,” I commented.

“It’s part of my nature,” he replied.

There was an announcement informing us of our arrival in less than one minute. We both got up and I watched him put his backpack on.

“Then you’re a wolf?” I questioned.

“Nah.” He shook his head as he lifted his duffle bag. “Nice try, though.”

I wondered what he was, not getting a shifter scent off him. Whatever body wash or cologne he used still clung to his clothes, and I didn’t have his ‘go beyond the scent’ skills to surpass it.

The pod came to a stop, and we moved off onto the large platform. It wasn’t super busy, but even from this distance, I could see the huge school; the golden gates practically glowed from the sun that was higher in the sky.

Pointing to the large sign that read S.S.S. ACADEMY AHEAD, I declared, “That will lead you straight to the school. I’m sure once you get there, you’ll find someone who can help you figure out what you have to do.”

When he didn’t answer, I turned my head, a second before something soft pressed against my left cheek.

I must have blanked out for a few seconds; the sudden action made my brain overload and malfunction. The man smiled as he pulled back from kissing my cheek.

“Thank you, sweet-smelling Blossom. I really appreciate your kindness. Hope I get to see you again.”

“You…you just kissed me,” I blurted out.

“On the cheek, yes.”

“Is that like your way of showing thanks to anyone where you come from?” I asked. He grinned and shook his head.

“Nope. Only to someone you like.” He winked and fixed his bag that was on his back. “Hope to see you soon. Bye, Blossom.” He began walking away.

“My name’s not Blossom, it’s Silver!” I corrected, feeling my face grow hot.

He stopped and looked over his shoulder, blessing me with a perfect teeth-glimmering smile while his eyes danced with satisfaction.

“Nice to meet you, Silver.” He walked away, leaving me speechless on the platform.

If it wasn’t for the warning sound of the pod’s departure, I would have stood there for who knows how long.

Getting back on the pod, I sank into the same seat I’d been in on the journey here. It wasn’t until the pod was moving again before what had just happened finally sank in.

He kissed my cheek. Oh no. I told him my name?! I’m doomed.
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