Blog Tour: The Silent Violent Few: Noir by Grayer Vaughan

The Silent Violent Few: Noir
The Silent Violent Few # 3
By- Grayer Vaughan
Genre- Romance, Fiction, 16+

Synopsis
"How will he still want me once he finds out what I've done?"

Alabama Crowne thought she had finally secured her freedom when the life she was destined to live came to a halt. Despite everything she left behind, there was one constant she would never be rid of as death claimed who she was in order to become who she was meant to be all along: Cash Zachary Calloway.

Leaving one life to create another didn't seem so bad until Finn Haines, the man she thought she knew, begins to become unhinged when secrets, lies and betrayal tempt them both into an epic end game of "name that Submissive".

Thinking she chose the right Calloway, Alabama takes a chance to build a life worth living as she is set to give birth to the next Calloway heir until facts about Finn's past lead her down a dangerous path filled with devious deviants of epic proportions.

Unsure of who the father of her unborn child is, Alabama begins to struggle with her sanity, keeping her pregnancy hidden while she soon realizes that the only way out of the mess she created might be to return to the life she left behind as visions of her dead best friend Frankie lead her down a dangerous path of becoming the one thing she never thought she would: Mrs. Calloway.

Will the darkness she created claim the life she must live to be free or will her static inspiration become the dominant Noir she will need to save her from the violent death Goddess has planned?

Book 1

 

Book 2

Excerpt

From The Silent Violent Few: Risen

Recognizing Dr. Skirt, Senior walks over to remove Nolan from his seat.

“What do you want? I’m busy-grieving my mother,” Nolan snarls, unimpressed by Senior’s timing. “Possibly something you should be doing.”

“I am aware. I need for you to go and check on Cash Zachary. I think he might be doing something to himself,” Senior whispers, trying not to seem so suspicious.

Catching the end of his statement, Sloan stands up to excuse herself from her seat.

“If you two are quite finished, we are trying to mourn here. Perhaps you both would be better seated elsewhere,” she instructs, sounding just like her Mother.

Senior grunts, rolling his eyes as he takes another drink of his Old Fashioned.

“Don’t you think you’ve had enough? Your stench is offending my presence,” Sloan snaps, covering her nose.

Tired of her antics, Senior switches his crystal glass to his left hand. Already knowing what is coming, Nolan interrupts while moving between them before Senior has another chance to tear what’s left of their family apart.

“I’ll do it. Sloan, please go back to the service. I will see to Daddy and his request. Thank you,” says Nolan.

Sensing the stress in his statement, Sloan takes her cue while smoothing out her hair in the mirror stationed above the bar before returning to her seat. Noah glances towards Sloan curiously when she sits down.

“What happened?” he whispers, moving closer to her.

“Daddy,” Sloan replies, waving off their confrontation.

Noah already knew what would come of her explanation.

“At least you moved before,” he offered, grabbing her hand.

Tears flood her eyes the minute Sloan returns her attention toward her Mother’s urn.

“Who’s going to protect us now, Noah?” Sloan whispers, looking down at their hands.

“I will,” he replies, bumping her with his elbow.

Noah waits for Sloan to look over to him before smiling a sorrow-filled smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes. Breathing deeply, Sloan nods continuously as a tear streams down her face.

Walking Senior back to his room, Nolan fights with force to pull the crystal glass from Senior’s hands.

“Damn it, Daddy. I have had about enough. Now, we are all suffering through trying times here. It ain’t just you. We have all been cheated out of her. You caint just go ‘round drinking your life away. I won’t have it, and neither would she. You and Zachy- Look, I am trying very hard to keep it together and you should be doing the same. Had I not stepped in, you would have split Sloan’s face in two. This drinkin’ isn’t helping you either. Get yourself together and act like a Calloway. We don’t bend. We adapt. Remember?” Nolan screams, getting out his frustration.

Senior plops himself on a wingback chair facing the window to hide his thrashed exterior from his oldest son. He didn’t want to appear so weak when he should be showing a strong front.

“Say something, Dad,” Nolan pleads, unbuttoning the top button of his collar.

Placing his hand over his eyes, Senior tried to stomach the feelings he could no longer hide from.

“What would you like me to say, Nolan Andrew?” he manages, clearing his throat.

Nolan’s livid eyes blaze toward Senior’s position in a haze of surprise.

“I want you to say you miss her. Say you need her or Hell, even Aunt Beatrice. What about her? She was your baby sister. Your nephew-what about him? Anything you can muster in the form of some sort of remorse would do,” Nolan snaps, daring him to act out.

“I don’t.” Senior reveals, crossing his arms.

“You don’t what?” Nolan inquires, growing angrier by the minute.

“I don’t miss her.”

Burning in rage, Nolan throws his hands into the air before taking a seat on a leather footstool placed by the bed. After all the meanness to ever surge out of Senior’s being, this was the one time he crossed the line.

“That’s low. Even for you,” Nolan states, standing to walk out.

“I can’t miss her. She is in here-in my heart. She exists within me. I’ve lived for her for the last fifty-two years. She dictated every inch of my life. She taught me structure and control. Love and affection. True devotion in every sense of the word. She gave me a family. She was the mother of my ungrateful children. She was my partner and my friend. That is someone you don’t miss, Nolan Andrew. That is someone you continue to live for knowing they still exist within you. As for my sweet sister and nephew, I cannot continue to form any sort of opinions about their deaths as it is too great a blow to deal with all at once. If that is low, well, Son . . . I’m sorry I don’t meet your high-handed requirements of living,” Senior explains, tapping his chest to reveal Meryl’s true resting place.

Turning his face away from Nolan, Senior pulls out his handkerchief to wipe his eyes as he stands to fix himself another drink.

“I don’t expect for you children to understand my life or the things in it, but if I want to drink my life away, I certainly have earned the right to do so. Now, go check on your Brother. I am tired and I would like to drink until I don’t feel my heart pounding out of my chest,” Senior instructs, removing his coat before sitting down with his drink.

“Yes sir,” Nolan replies, quietly leaving at once.

Hit with overwhelming surprise, he stops a moment once he reaches the veranda. Sucking in gasps of fresh air, he tries to wrap his head around what just took place. Glancing at his watch, Nolan quickly resumes his task and heads toward Cash’s wing.

Reaching the front door, he tries the handle before entering. Finding it locked, he removes the oversized pot located next to the door to retrieve three skeleton keys.

“Come on lucky number 1!” he quips, trying the first key to unlock the main lock.

Trying the knob once more, Nolan quickly places the second skeleton key into the deadbolt.

“Luck don’t fail me now,” he says, juggling the key until he hears the partition unlock. Placing the third skeleton key in, the deadbolt releases a shift within the door as it springs open.

Hearing the sounding alarm, Nolan replaces the skeleton keys back under the pot and turns off the alarm. Walking into the great room, he stops walking when he sees a reflection in the oversized mirror of Cash lying on the bed in a white robe, arms spread open as his head dangled off the side edge.

“Zachy?” Nolan calls out, afraid that he has stopped breathing.

When Cash lies completely still, Nolan runs to his side.

“Cash,” Nolan calls once more, clapping his hands while waiting for an answer. “Come on, Cash Zachary. I don’t have all day. I gotta get back. Come on, Brother.”

When the room stays silent, Nolan becomes frantic with worry.

“What did you take, you jerk!” he screams, searching the blankets around Cash for any signs of foul play. “Why does my family have to be so screwed up?”

When his search comes up empty, Nolan begins checking Cash’s pulse. Unable to find a pulse, he begins to hit Cash’s chest while tears escape his tired eyes.

“Why?” Nolan cries, wailing on Cash. “Why you too?”

About the Author
Grayer Vaughan is the author of “The Vaughan Chronicles” series: Magnolia Like the Flower, Burning Blossom, Starshine; The Cathedral Saga: The Receiver, and The Silent Violent Few series: The Silent Violent Few, Risen, Noir.

Beginning at 11 years old, Vaughan began training in sport Karate as her parents wanted her to be able to defend herself against bullying in school. She began studying under the late 10th Dan Master Richard Dixon, learning Japanese Goju, which is Taekwondo, Kempo, and Kungfu combined. Over the next 7 years, she earned her blackbelt degree and fought all over the United States defending her regional, and divisional titles as well her right to fight for the State of Texas for her division. She received her first state title at 11 and her first world title at 14, fighting her way up to earn her titles. She is still undefeated and is now a retired World Champion. After making the decision to retire, she continued the family tradition in joining the Armed forces once they became of age. Upon discussing an opportunity to fight in the All-Army karate team, Vaughan decided to join the Army to follow in her father’s footsteps. serving 6 years in service, Vaughan returned home to Texas where she entered college to study as an artist. In an effort to keep a promise she made to her grandfather, Daniel, to write about her extraordinary life, she penned "The Vaughan Chronicles", basing the story off her life experiences.

“There is always an opportunity to continue to grow mentally, spiritually, and physically. They may have tried to push me back, but they will never succeed. I can always get better. Never give up.” ~Grayer Vaughan.

According to Grayer, she never intended to become an author. “It happened by answering a “what if” question, and a promise. I was blessed enough to be with my grandfather, Daniel in his last hour here on Earth. He asked what I would do in the next ten years as he wouldn’t be around to experience it with me. I said, “I have no idea, Grampy…I guess I will sell my art- have a show or write a book? I have no idea!” He replied, “you should do it. I believe in you. Promise me you will do whatever it takes to get it out there.”

With the promise made, he passed away a few seconds later. It took 6 months for Grayer to honor that promise, and with each book produced, she continues to keep her accord intact.

 

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