Monday, February 01, 2016

Release Blitz -- Low

Title: Low
Series: Low #1
Author: Mary Elizabeth
Genre: Romantic Suspense
 Release Date: February 1, 2016


It’s hard living on the wrong side of the tracks.

Lowen Seely has a criminal record to prove it. Determined not to follow in his father’s footsteps, he fights instinct and tries honesty. But hunger becomes painful, and bills are due. Forced to choose between what is right and wrong, the boy from the hood learns abiding by the rules is nearly impossible when corruption is in your blood.

Falling for an outlaw has changed everything.

Poesy Ashby is the definition of ride or die, even when it means turning her back on freedom. The girl from the suburbs gives conformity the middle finger. Bonnie and Clyde have nothing on her love story.

On the run with consequences in the rearview mirror, Lowen and Poesy accept the truth: they are the bad guys.

But can they get away with their crimes?

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"Before I'm shoved away and led back to my six-by-eight cell, I mouth, "I love you," to the girl who has the cross like mine tattooed on the palm of her hand."

I honestly had no idea what I was getting myself into when I started this book. I knew the writing style of Mary Elizabeth and with her past works, and I just had to get my hands on this. I wasn't disappointed. Not one single bit. The way she weaves a story is unlike any other author I've read. Her words are poetic and seductive to the mind. She does more than just tell a story, she sings it. I can't fully explain how easily I fall under the spell of her words; it's magic every time.

Lowen and Poesy are by far the most raw and easily judged characters I've read about in a while. The lifestyle we are introduced to, very little people actually see, let alone understand. Mary Elizabeth gives such a clear picture of how difficult it really is to break free of a cycle determined by the lives of our parents and their parents before them. This tale is gritty, and mean, raw with pain and despair, while soaring with passion and devotion between two people. It's truly what an epic love story is about.

"I tried to live the right way, but with a record like mine, I'm fated to live a life of crime and poverty. Once a felon, always a felon."

No truer words have been spoken...and this touches me on a real level. As I've grown as a person and have truly opened my eyes to the world past my little bubble of happiness, I know that this is a factual mindset. This is a way of life. A way some people never dig their way out of. It's a dog-eat-dog world and unfortunately for some, crime is the only option they understand to get ahead. Lowen and Poesy bring a fictional light to a very nonfiction way of life. It both saddens and angers me...but back to the story.

"Poe and I sling guns. We rob banks, steal cars, and outrun an entire nation of jaded f**ks. Chaos is our marriage certificate. Mayhem is the bond that keeps us together. I watch her spit demands, wave her weapon around, and scream, "Put the f**king money in the bag, a**hole!" She's small, forceful, and straight-up sinful. She's lawless."

And while the lines of good and evil are more than blurred in this story, my heart still felt every bit of the emotion conveyed. I found myself rooting for them to both succeed and fail (sometimes in the same page), I was awed by their courage and strength, the straight fearlessness as they faced some of the worlds lowliest demons--hell they're them.I fell in love with the love of it all. The fact that no matter how bad, love is always good--they're good. Hard times fall on even the best people and sometimes, in order to get high, you have to get Low. I was taken on one hell of a ride and I look forward to the next adventure Mary Elizabeth has plans to take me on.

**4.5 Look for Me, Stars**


“Keep the engine running,” I say. “If I’m not out in five minutes, leave.”

Poe nods her head, but doesn’t argue.

When the nine o’clock hour comes, both she and I watch the clock on the dashboard turn to one minute after.

“You’ll need to keep your mask on, Poesy. Make sure none of your hair is showing,” I say. “Keep your head down the entire time.”

“Okay,” she answers in a small voice.

“If you see cops—”

“I know what to do, Lowen. I know you want me to leave you.” She sighs. “But I don’t know if I can.”

Despite our circumstances, I smirk. “Hopefully you won’t have to.”

At nine thirty, Poe and I switch seats, and she gets behind the wheel while I load the pistol. With hands that shake uncontrollably, I place the ski mask over my head but don’t pull it down my face. I help Poesy with hers, tucking in every stray strand of hair so they remain unseen.

She grabs my wrist, and our eyes meet. I see fear combined with love and loyalty in her stare.

I kiss her knuckles and promise with the chance of lying, “We’re going to be okay.”

Unlike when we drove into the garage, the streets are alive and filled with a variety of automobiles, and dirty sidewalks carry several pedestrians. The forty-second drive to the bank feels like forty years. Thick blood courses through my veins, and I feel it flow through arteries and vessels, nourishing muscle and bone. My head echoes with the thump, thump, thump of my hard heartbeat. Every breath is shallower than the one before it.

“Pull down your mask,” I say, but my voice sounds foreign and feels a million miles away.

As Poe drives into California Credit Union’s parking lot, I grip the cold steel in my hand.

The edges of my vision blur; I’m blinded by adrenaline.

My skin crawls like I’m covered in spiders; I’m delirious with edginess.

“Your ski mask,” Poesy shrieks. “Cover your fucking face, Lowen.”

My girl reaches over and pulls it down for me. The car stops to a screeching halt, and reality crashes into me in a brutal rush, stripping me of air and voice.

“If we’re in this, you need to go,” Poesy says in a calm but stern tone, hidden behind her black mask.

There’s peace in her eyes.

There’s strength in the girl who stayed with me when I was locked up.

The one who’s remained by my side, believing and starving all at the same time.

With the gun in my hand and determination in my heart, I leave Poesy in the car and push open the glass double doors into the bank.

As I step foot onto the burgundy carpet, I yell, “Everyone down on the fucking floor!”

Author Bio

Mary Elizabeth is an up and coming author who finds words in chaos, writing stories about the skeletons hanging in your closets.

Known as The Realist, Mary was born and raised in Southern California. She is a wife, mother of four beautiful children, and dog tamer to one enthusiastic Pit Bull and a prissy Chihuahua. She's a hairstylist by day but contemporary fiction, new adult author by night. Mary can often be found finger twirling her hair and chewing on a stick of licorice while writing and rewriting a sentence over and over until it's perfect. She discovered her talent for tale-telling accidentally, but literature is in her chokehold. And she's not letting go until every story is told.

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