Fuck me, lovelies, it’s #TeaserTuesday and I have missed WEEKS of our favorite posts because my life has been so crazy. The good news is that the insomnia is back, and that means I actually have time to do author things. Who needs more than 3 hours a night? THE WEAK! THAT’S WHO! Just kidding. Sleep is important, but right now the lack of sleep is actually making me feel better. I’m getting words down, and I’m so excited to be catching up on all my authorlandia friends and what THEY have been doing.

Which brings me to Charity Bailey’s latest release ‘Cupcakes and Crooked Spoons’ (for real, her covers are so fucking cute) but the subject matter is dark and twisted. Look closely at the cupcake and you’ll see pills instead of sprinkes. So. Fucking. SMART. I love this chick, she’s a sweetheart, and I hope you check out this series!

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Cupcakes and Crooked Spoons (Sweet Treats Book 3)

Ever since Toben told me to make my first birthday wish, I always wish for the same thing: for us to run away to a beautiful place where they won’t ever find us or hurt us again. He’s the only person in the world who loves me. I love him too. He’s says we’re the same, that we’re halfpeople. He tries to protect me from the monster. The monster does’t love us, but Toben says we don’t need him to. Toben is all I need. He’s the reason I keep waking up every morning, in this scary life, praying for the day my eyes stay closed.

Tavin is the most precious thing in my life. She gives me a purpose. I love her more than the air in my lungs, and it’s because of her that I’m able to hang on to some semblance of who I once was. His sinister cruelty has taken its toll, causing something to change inside of me. She can’t ever know the things I’ve done. The things he’s made me do, and the things I’ve done because of my own darkening heart. She wouldn’t understand that I did those things for her. Every breath I take, every soul I crush is for her. It’s all for her.

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December 2006 – Tavin

Tonight is black licorice and Toben doesn’t like it, so he gives me his. I chew on it as I rest my head in his lap and he sings me our lullaby. There’s something he’s hiding from me, I think. I hope it isn’t anything I’ve done.

All of a sudden, he asks, “What do you think happens when we die?”

Even though it’s something I’ve thought a lot about, how am I really supposed to know?

“Maybe we live forever and we go somewhere magical after we leave here. Someplace where everyone is nice and you can have all the candy you want. Maybe we go to a whole world made of candy!”

He laughs. “I think you are confusing Heaven with Willy Wonka’s Chocolate Factory.” I don’t know what that is, but any kind of factory that makes chocolate sounds like a place I want to be. He looks at the ceiling. “I think I’m going to Hell.”

Well, if he’s going to Hell then so am I.

“I thought we were already in Hell?” I tease him. He sure says it enough.

He kisses me with a smile. “Smartass.”

I get up to straddle him and kiss the scar his dad gave him. Lacing our fingers, I rest my lips on his.

“I don’t care if its Heaven, Hell, or a chocolate factory, as long as I’m with you.”

“When you bleed, I bleed, Love.”

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OMG guys, seriously, I know this is going to be such a fucked up book, and I have this sneaking suspicion it’s going to break my heart, but I cannot freaking look away. I want to read this and find out what dark & twisted thing is waiting for me behind those pastel colors and sweet treats moniker. UNF. Snag a copy, lovelies, and if you beat me to reading it YOU HAVE TO TELL ME WHAT YOU THOUGHT! <3 Please? Pretty please with sugar on top? ;p

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Charity B. lives in Wichita Kansas with her husband and ornery little boy. She has always loved to read and write, but began her love affair with dark romance when she read C.J. Robert’s The Dark Duet. She has a passion for the disturbing and sexy and wants nothing more than to give her readers the ultimate book hangover. In her spare time when she’s not chasing her son, she enjoys reading, the occasional TV show binge, and is deeply inspired by music.