AUTHOR:  Mary E. Palmerin– Author’s Website HERE

Author Ashleigh Giannoccaro – Author’s Website HERE

IS THIS SERIES COMPLETE? I think there may be one more book to come out.

GENRE: (You Can Click On Each Genre To Find More In That Category)  Dark, Potential Triggers, Abuse, Incest, Horror, Cruel MC, Non-Consent, Pitch-Black, Necrophila



PAGES:  629








Dysfunctional empires were made to fall.

I am Caesar. Broken and conflicted. I am a man who gives false goodness to those who crave it. I provide solace to the ones who beg to be saved, giving them the goodbyes they want. But, my quiet little world is about to be shattered by the whispers from heaven and hell.


I am Mateo. Unlovable and unworthy. I am the boy everyone runs from. I keep love close to me in little jars of perfection, reminding me of a thousand goodbyes I never had to say, because I left them before they could leave me.

I am Svetlana. Dirty and Used. Birthed into brutality while still trying to comprehend my version of normal. I am an injured lamb, eaten by filthy wolves day after day. Just as salvation seems like it’s within reach, a goodbye from this awful world is all that I wish for.

**Graphic content warning including detailed depiction of brutal, bloody acts. Physical and emotional abuse is also apparent throughout this book with graphic sex scenes, both consensual and non-sensual. Reader discretion is highly advised. Not suitable for readers under the age of eighteen or those who are easily offended by the above mentioned acts.**

Okay, this review was written a few months ago and I hesitated on posting it because the books had been removed. 

From everywhere!

And I felt bad about teasing you without you being able to read it.


Good news!!

They have decided to redo it, add some extra stuffs, and put it all in one book!! (there was The Goodbye Man Book 1, and The Goodbye Girl, Book 2) and it’s available FOR A LIMITED TIME ONLY!!


I mean, yes, it was pitch black and soul-destroying.

Yes, it made me choke on sobs and gasps…

Yes, I questioned my morals while reading it.

But hey! That’s just another Tuesday for me, right?


Proceed with caution, bitches, this one is intense!


This young 17-year-old’s story is one of the saddest and most painful I have ever felt.

She lost her mother when she was just 4 years old and has since been raised (and I use that term very loosely) by her father Pavel.

He was also her mother’s pimp.

And is now hers.

He started putting her on the streets as a hooker when she was just 12 years old!

Guys…I can’t even. Even now, days after I finished reading this book, I get all…sad and my chest is tight when I think about her life.

I have never before felt that I wanted a character to give up on life as much as I did this poor girl.

On a daily basis, she is raped, beaten, starved, humiliated, degraded…the list goes on.

“Blood and gore for my little whore.”He shoves my knees apart and sticks four fingers inside of me. I gasp out loud as a tear sears through me. I am dry, but that doesn’t slow him down. The friction only causes him to grin more at me while he shoves four fingers higher inside of me. Overwhelming discomfort rips through me and I can’t remember ever being violated this badly. I pray for death as he jabs his four fingers in and out, in and out, in and out over and over again until my blood covers his hand. When he is satisfied with his damage to my sex, he releases himself and I want to huddle into nothingness and cry. I can’t remember the last time I wanted to sob like this, but right now I want to. This man has cracked me open and now I understand that maybe I never want to be put back together again.

Her story continues and where she went… I had no clue as to what was going to happen.


This man is complicated.

He procures organs and sells them on.

He takes the people that no one will miss. 

The people that need an escape.

But it’s more than that. 

He finds the people that have given up on life and would rather die.

He gives them a quiet peaceful death.

He also has a severe case of Misophonia. 

Certain sounds trigger him in an extreme manner.

She starts to sniff a little from the cold air; the heating is somewhat hit and miss in the building and today, it’s missing again. I don’t care. The sniff sets off something I have no control over, the sound is like a vice grip on my cock and my mind turns to the craziness. My misophonia takes over and I want nothing more than to rape and hurt her. Not me, my disease; my disease makes me do things.

His story is a dark and intense one too and I was sooo not prepared for what happens with him.

Yes, that’s all I’m gonny say about him, lol.



None of you, I repeat NONE OF YOU, are ready for this guy.

He is Caesar’s nephew and works in the building where organs are taken and then shipped from.

He doesn’t like the outside world much and for the rest of the population, that is a very good thing.

Because Mateo has an unusual and rather fucked up taste in partners.


Yeah…I know.

If the bodies aren’t quite dead yet, then that’s still okay because they are comatose and ‘dead’ to the world.

I’ve never had a woman touch me before. I’m thirty-years-old and a woman has never fucking touched me before. I love their almost dead bodies or I kill them, love them, and admire them through see-through jars. 


It’s important to me that before you read this book you get an idea of what you’ll be dealing with. So the following scene is a small taste.


I feel a kick between my legs from another unknown man that sends pain into my womb. My head is spinning out of control. I’m trying to hold onto reality, but it is getting harder and harder with each passing second. Another jab lands on my side into my ribs. Crack. “Prime pussy, eh? Seems a little dirty, Pavel. Guess we better show her what a dirty bitch deserves,” a voice shouts in the distance. Pavel laughs in response. He doesn’t care as long as he gets his fifty dollars and a vein full of crack. Kick. My sex is writhing in pain, throbbing and bleeding as I feel myself falling apart down a tunnel of darkness. I’m trying to let go, pleading with my heart and my brain to die, but I remain stuck on this piece of shit floor being tormented like I deserve. Punch. Punch. Punch. My eyes grow swollen from the repetitive punches to my face. I can’t see what is happening before me anymore. Now, I can only feel. Feeling is horrible. I ache everywhere and I wish that I would die. If there is a God, why won’t He let me give up? You will burn! Burn in the fire, girl. The woman’s voice from before plays like a broken record over and over again. Fuck heaven. I will take hell over this. Throw me into the pits of doom and set me on fire. Surely that is better than this. I am lifted up like a ragdoll. Every ounce of energy that I had is depleted to nothing. “Wakey, wakey, pussycat,” one man says to me in a condescending tone. I try to open my eyes, but they are nothing more than swollen slits. I can only feel. I am straddled on top of one man as I feel another sit behind me. His arms encircle my chest, massaging my bleeding nipples. I feel more, making me understand that I’m alive. I’m rammed down onto the men, one claiming my ass and the other claiming my sex. Both sear through me and I scream out loud. Tears form in my eyes, but they can’t escape. Even still, my body won’t allow it because they are swollen. I haven’t wanted to cry before, but now that I do, my body won’t let me. Thrust after thrust, I’m taken as the steady stream of blood currents from my ass and my sex. The men grunt as they fuck me, grasping onto every part of my broken body. I melt into them, letting them have me like they wish. After all, that is what I was made for.

FINAL THOUGHTS on THE GOODBYE MAN by Ashleigh Giannoccaro

If someone asked me what the darkest, most disturbing, and best-written books I had ever read was, then this would be in the top three.

Seriously fucked up but amazing.

5 Stars

Thank you for reading!

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