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Cosmopolitan
09-06-2025
- Entertainment
- Cosmopolitan
Read Navessa Allen's ‘Caught Up' Excerpt
What's a deeper obsession? Our love for Navessa Allen's Into Darkness series or the way these guys can't get enough of their love interest in the books? Well, the bestselling author is once again testing that theory thanks to the second book of the series, Caught Up, and we can guarantee that once you pick it up, you won't want to look away. Cosmopolitan has an exclusive look at the Navessa Allen's Caught Up, which is set to be released on June 10, 2025. This time we're following Nico 'Junior' Trocci as he attempts to reconnect with Lauren Marchetti years after he pushed her away. But time has passed and she's changed from the girl he's once knew. And with the last obstacle standing between them now out of the way, Junior finally has the chance to make her his. Here's some more info from our friends at Slowburn: The club's doors are now open and it's time for you to check it out for yourself. Read an exclusive excerpt below to find out how Junior and Lauren's story kicks off. Just make sure to pre-order Caught Up and also pick up some of Navessa Allen's other reads as well! An Excerpt From Caught UpBy Navessa Allen The blood was everywhere. Soaked into my shirt, sprayed onto my pants, and buried beneath my blunted nail bits. This was why I always wore head-to-toe black. With any other color, the blood would be too obvious, but with black, the wet spots were easier to explain: Someone threw a drink at me, or a passing car hit a puddle, and I got splashed. I'd had to come up with countless excuses over the years. Thankfully, I wouldn't need any of them tonight because it was pissing down rain. Lightning arced overhead, painting the distant high-rises in silver and white. Thunder chased after it, rattling the windows of nearby buildings. The city looked like Gotham on nights like this. Gritty, dangerous. I pulled my gaze from the storm. Three figures stood beside me on the river's edge, all dressed in black because they'd learned the same lesson I had about bloodstains. They were motionless, eyes dead as they stared straight ahead, jackets flapping around them like errant wings. Another bolt of lightning tore through the sky, bathing us in silver. We looked more like a flock of vultures ready to descend on a corpse than a group of brothers who were supposed to be out celebrating. Four days. It had been raining for four fucking days, and the river was so bloated with runoff that the car we'd just pushed into it was being sucked beneath the surface with alarming ease. Maybe we'd get lucky, and the cops would think its owner had gotten caught in a flash flood and drowned instead of what we'd really done to him. A spark of red flared to life in my periphery. I turned to see my youngest brother, Greg, lift a cigarette to his lips. 'Those things will kill you,' I said. He blew smoke into the wind. 'Not before something else does.' With that, he turned and strode away, Stefan trailing in his wake. Alec, the brother closest to me in age, met my eyes across the gap they'd left between us.'We done here?' I nodded. Yeah, we were done. Tommy Marchetti had been dealt with. Just like Dad ordered. Alec pulled up the collar of his jacket to keep the rain off his neck as he followed after our younger brothers, leaving me alone to watch the tail end of Tommy's Beamer disappear into the night-black water. The old bastard was finally gone, finally out of the way, and I couldn't have asked for a better birthday present. I waited just long enough to make sure the car wasn't going to inconveniently bob back to the surface, before striding into the warehouse crouched at the river's edge. The floor was poured concrete, and the clapboard walls were old enough that the wind whistled through the cracks between them with every gust, but at least I wasn't getting rained on anymore. My brothers stood beneath the glow of a fluorescent light, their eyes trained on a large red smear at their feet. Alec pointed at it. 'What do you want us to do about this?' 'Bleach,' I said. He headed toward a back closet. I eyed Greg. 'He bled a lot.' Greg's dark eyes rose to mine as he took another pull from his cigarette. 'Fresh corpses tend to do that.' I might have been 'Junior,' but out of all of us, Greg resembled Dad the most, especially now that the humor had started to fade from his eyes and the same jaded look the rest of us wore was creeping into his expression. Alec rejoined us, and we moved back as he upended an entire bottle of bleach over the stain. When he was finished, he tossed the empty bottle toward some other trash gathered in a corner. This place used to belong to a fishmonger before the local industry collapsed. Now it was owned by one of my father's associates, a man who turned a blind eye to our occasional use of it. Alec shifted to face me. 'You still wanna go out?' I leveled my gaze at him. 'What do you think?' He shrugged. 'I'm down if you are.' Stefan gave Alec an Are you fucking serious? look he didn't see. Beside Stefan, Greg watched me, waiting for my decision. As the oldest, I was the de facto leader. The one Dad trusted the most, the one my brothers turned to for guidance. Just once, I wished someone else would make a goddamn decision so I didn't have to think so fucking much all the time. I refocused my gaze on Alec. 'No, I don't want to go out. I'm drenched and I'm tired, and by the time we all shower and change, it'll be two o'clock in the morning and everything will be closing.' 'So you're gonna spend your last birthday in your twenties sad and alone?' Alec asked. 'Sounds pretty fucking depressing.' I shook my head, starting to get annoyed. 'I didn't spend it alone. We had family dinner, and then the four of us got to come on this fun little field trip.' He opened his mouth to argue but I cut him off. 'We're done here. I don't care what the fuck the three of you do for the rest of the night, but I'm going to my apartment. Tell Mom and Dad I won't be back for a few days.' Without waiting for a response, I left. Maybe it was depressing, but I wanted to be alone. I wanted quiet and the solitude of my own space, and there was no way I'd get that if I went back to our parents' house with my asshole brothers. My apartment wasn't far from the docks, maybe ten minutes on foot, and I was already soaked, so I didn't give a fuck about getting rained on. It almost felt good to be a little cold. The deep heat of summer was descending on the city, and with all the water around us, the turned cloying and fetid. The storm was blowing some of it away, but I knew it was only temporary. We'd be lucky if we got a day or two of cooler temps before the mercury crept back toward ninety. People rushed past me on the sidewalk. Most were hunched over like that somehow protected them from the downpour, but I strode through it upright, hoping the rain would wash away the evidence of my sins. Fuck, I was tired. And not because of what I'd just done. This was a bone-deep exhaustion that gnawed at me like a rabid wolf. I wondered if my father ever felt like this. If our 'work' weighed on him in the same way. Unlike me, Dad hadn't been born into the mob. He'd carved out a space among their foot soldiers and slowly fought his way up the ranks. Now he was the guy the big shots turned to when they needed their messes cleaned up, but since he thought too much of himself to get his hands dirty anymore, he delegated. A humorless grin tugged at my lips. Of course our work didn't weigh on Dad. He wasn't the one doing it. I was. Well, me and my brothers. We bore the brunt of everything. The risk of getting caught. The risk of getting hurt. The risk of never being able to sleep again because every time we closed our eyes, images of the things we'd done swelled to the surface and threatened to drown us in the depths of our own memories. Or maybe that was just me. Maybe I was being a morose motherfucker, because instead of spending my birthday out on the town, like I'd planned, I'd spent it down at the docks creating more nightmares for myself. I shook my head and focused on my surroundings. This part of the city was old, and not in a nice way; old in a forgotten way that had so far escaped the gentrification taking over other neighborhoods. The brick-and-mortar buildings crowded close to the street were only a few stories high. Puddles gathered on the sidewalk, reflecting the neon glow of nearby shop signs. Small groups of people huddled beneath awnings, smoking cigarettes or talking with friends while they waited for the rain to end. This neighborhood was working class, immigrants mostly, and the streets were teeming with the evidence of it. It was a good place to get lost, to go unnoticed, and that's why I rented an apartment here. Most of the time, Dad liked to keep us close because he was a paranoid old man. My brothers and I, despite being in our twenties, still spent a lot of time sleeping in our childhood bedrooms. I stayed away on nights like tonight, when I needed to disappear, clear my head for a while before I was fit to be around other people again. The sights and sounds of the city reminded me that the world kept turning. That people were out here living their lives, blissfully unaware of the darkness that seethed just beneath the surface. It gave me hope, reminded me that there was more to life than death and destruction and the constant threat of spending the rest of my days behind bars. By the time I reached the unobtrusive door tucked between a jeweler and a bakery, I was more than ready to be out of the rain. Up a narrow flight of stairs, my small studio apartment sat dark and stagnant, with a moldy note in the air that spoke of neglect. When was the last time I'd been here? A month ago? Two? This spring had passed in a blur, kicked off by an accidental homicide that my idiot cousin, Aly, and her boyfriend committed. Their victim had been a serial killer, but he'd also been the spawn of a billion-dollar family, and it had taken all of my family's time and resources to trick the Feds into thinking Bradley Bluhm was still alive and on the run. During that time, Dad's paranoia reached new heights, and he'd barely let any of his children out of his sight. I'd probably catch hell for staying away, tonight of all nights, but I needed some time to myself. I flipped the light switch next to the door and was relieved when a nearby lamp flickered to life. At least I'd remembered to keep up with the utility bills. The glow from the light illuminated a compact space that could best be described as utilitarian. Bed to the right, sofa to the left, kitchen straight ahead, with a door beside the fridge that led to the bathroom. I grabbed a change of clothes and went to shower, turning the water up until it was scalding. Trails of pink ran down the drain as I scoured the last of the blood from my skin. In my mind, I replayed the memory of Tommy's car disappearing beneath the black surface of the water, and I grinned. I was glad he was gone, because it freed up one of the last hurdles standing between me and his daughter. Lauren Marchetti. The girl I'd grown up with back in the 'old neighborhood,' as we called Little Italy, before my parents moved us out of the city and into a swanky suburb. She'd been a grade below me, and at the end of my senior year, a situation involving the two of us had spun out of control, getting so bad that she'd ended up transferring out of the district. I closed my eyes, thinking back, my smile slipping as I remembered the feeling of Tommy's knuckles hammering into the side of my face, hearing his enraged voice tell me that if I ever so much as looked at his daughter again, he would kill me. I'd gone home afterward, making a beeline toward my room, wanting to hide the shame of getting my ass kicked by an old man, but my father had caught me, taken one look at my face, and demanded to know what happened. I shook my head as the water rushed over me, thinking back to what a naïve kid I'd been, even at eighteen, even after all the shit I'd already seen and done. Dad had forced the story out of me, and I'd been terrified he'd make everything worse by going on the warpath against Tommy. Mafia men weren't exactly known for letting slights against their family go unanswered. But instead of promising retribution, Dad only offered more threats. Well, Tommy was no longer around to follow through on his, and I didn't fear my old man as much as I used to. I was done fucking around. I was done waiting. I'd spent nearly a decade keeping my distance from Lauren, and god help anyone who tried to get between us this time. Once I was out of the shower, I bagged up my dirty clothes and carried them down to a dumpster around the corner. Dumpsters were great for disposing evidence. By the time the cops got suspicious, the trash was already in the landfill, and good luck sorting through it. Even if they eventually found my clothes, being left out in the elements and surrounded by rotting refuse would contaminate them enough that any samples would be useless in court. I kicked my shoes off by the front door afterward and collapsed onto the threadbare couch. And then I did what I did every night without fail: I pulled my phone from my pocket, opened my favorite social media app, and went straight to Lauren's profile. Her page was filled with barely clad photos of herself, all artfully posed and perfectly lit. Interspersed among these shots were small slices of life: what she'd had for lunch; a snap of her hugging her monstrous dog; her holding a sign at a rally. Today's picture featured her wearing a fitted black pantsuit, shaking hands with an older white woman in an office. I smiled to see it. Marion Blackwell had been a hard nut to crack. Lauren had been trying to meet the councilwoman for months, hoping to secure her vote on a new city ordinance aimed at making sex work safer. The more conservative-leaning Blackwell had been avoiding Lauren, but a little digging revealed her son's 'white powder' problem, and all it took was the threat of leaking photos of him snorting lines in the back of a strip club for Blackwell to change her mind and take the meeting. I would have done much worse to see this picture of Lauren looking so triumphant. She'd come a long way from the quiet, bespectacled honor roll student with an arm full of textbooks I remembered. This curvaceous goddess barely resembled her anymore, but the evidence was irrefutable: large brown eyes, a button nose, that slight gap between her two front teeth, and most damning of all, a beauty mark right beneath her left eye. Scrolling back to the top of her profile, I clicked on the link in her bio, and up popped my Me4U app. Lauren was so determined to secure rights for sex workers because she was one herself. And I was her number one fan. Just beneath her creator profile was a small button that allowed you to request a custom video from her. I tapped it and then sent my latest request, along with a message. Good job with Blackwell today. I'm proud of you. Now show me how proud you are of yourself, Lauren. Excerpted from Caught Up by Navessa Allen. Reprinted with permission of the publisher, Slowburn, an imprint of Zando. Copyright © 2025 by Navessa Allen. All rights reserved. Caught Up, by Navessa Allen will be released on June 10, 2025. To preorder the book, click on the retailer of your choice: AMAZON AUDIBLE BARNES & NOBLE BOOKS-A-MILLION BOOKSHOP APPLE BOOKS KOBO TARGET WALMART POWELL'S BOOKS HUDSON BOOKSELLERS GOOGLE PLAY
American Press
22-05-2025
- Entertainment
- American Press
Caught Up: Listening project opens today
The opening reception for 'Caught Up: A Coastal Listening Project' is set for 6-9 p.m. May 22 at Historic City Hall. (Special to the American Press) Special to the American Press Historic City Hall will open its doors tonight to an art exhibition that shines a light on the pressing issues facing Louisiana's coastline — from industry to land loss to water rights. Funded in part by a $15,000 grant from the National Endowment for the Arts as part of the America 250 Project, 'Caught Up' is a collaborative, multidisciplinary project that gathers and shares stories from across coastal Louisiana. This collaborative oral history and multidisciplinary art project was created by Lake Charles native Victoria Bradford Styrbicki in collaboration with local artists Tracy LeMieux and Robbie Austin, as well as several crochet artisans in Minnesota. A House Unbuilt — a non-profit organization that works at the intersection of arts, policy and engagement along the Mississippi River Watershed — is using 'Caught Up' to explore the many sides of a life with an industry culture, a fragile ecosystem and tumultuous climate events that yield a unique brand of people who wear survival as a badge of honor. 'What if we listened to understand, not to form an argument?' asks Bradford Styrbicki. 'This exhibition is an invitation to do just that—listen deeply, and consider a shared path forward for Louisiana's future.' A chorus of voices will 'catch' viewers in a layered dialogue about the past, present and future as a coastal state and people. Conversations will unfold amidst several speakers, anchored by giant handmade fishing nets, creating a visually striking installation that will envelop visitors in the tapestry of stories. The opening reception is set for 6-9 p.m tonight. in the third-floor gallery at 1001 Ryan St. Gallery hours are 10 a.m.-6 p.m. Tuesday-Saturday. In addition to the main installation, the project includes hands-on community workshops at The Art Factory in the Prien Lake Mall, combining traditional net-making with printmaking and collage. Those are scheduled 5-7 p.m. May 27-30 and 4:40-6:30 p.m. Aug. 4-7. Each workshop series culminates in a Community Conversation, where participants and local residents gather to reflect on themes from the project and contribute their own stories to the growing archive of coastal voices. Those are set for noon May 30 in the Cameron Main Library and 7 p.m. Aug. 7 at Port Wonder Nature & Science Center.
Yahoo
12-02-2025
- Entertainment
- Yahoo
Usher Serenades Wife Jennifer Goicoechea on 1st Wedding Anniversary: 'You're My Angel'
Usher is giving wife Jenn Goicoechea the gift of music for their ma! Tuesday, Feb. 11 marks the couple's first wedding anniversary after their sweet and intimate Las Vegas wedding following Usher's star-studded Super Bowl halftime show at Allegiant Stadium. The singer, 46, serenaded his wife with his own version of Robin Thicke's "Angels" in a clip posted on Instagram. "All the things I've done before this, they don't mean a thing," Usher opened the ballad while playing the piano. "Angel, my angel" he sang in the chorus, before winking at the camera and wishing Goicoechea a happy anniversary. The same sentiments were echoed in the caption, where Usher wrote: "Happy Anniversary Boogs. So happy the Universe brought us together. God truly blessed me. You're my Angel." The two tied the knot at Vegas Weddings' drive-thru tunnel The Fast Lane. On the special day, the "Caught Up" singer — whose real name is Usher Raymond IV —wore an abstract, asymmetrical black and white tux, while Goicoechea rocked a chic all-white, off-the-shoulder pants suit with white designer glasses and sparkly cream gloves. The pair were later spotted out celebrating in their wedding ensembles at a party sponsored by Rémy Martin. The bride also wore a long, white veil draped over her short black bob, with the words "Mrs. Raymond 02.11.24" in large embroidered writing across the sheer front, as a nod to her taking the singer's last name and their wedding date. Usher and Goicoechea first sparked dating rumors when photographed together at producer Keith Thomas' 40th birthday party in June 2019. They welcomed their first child together, daughter Sovereign Bo, in 2020, followed by their son, Sire Castrello, in 2021. Usher also shares two sons, Usher V and Naviyd Ely, with his ex-wife, Tameka Foster. Related: Priyanka Chopra and Nick Jonas Have Relatable Parenting Moment with Daughter Malti at Family Wedding in India In September 2023, Usher revealed in an interview with the New York Post for its 'Music to My Years' video series that his wedding plans were just as spontaneous as they seemed. The singer explained that he and Goicoechea made the impromptu decision to tie the knot after obtaining their marriage license a few days prior to his anticipated performance at the sporting event. "It was an abrupt thing," Usher told the outlet. "We decided at the last minute to do it." The singer added that he was "very happy" to have gotten married in Las Vegas, noting, "It's probably one of the easiest ceremonies that I've ever experienced in my life." "I [was able to] really enjoy this moment between me and my wife and my children and my intimate and immediate family," he said. Last June, Usher gushed about his wife during his acceptance speech at the Apollo Spring Benefit 2024, where he was honored with the icon award. Never miss a story — sign up for to stay up-to-date on the best of what PEOPLE has to offer, from celebrity news to compelling human interest stories. "Last and most certainly not least, without your love, passion, support to my best friend, Jennifer Raymond. I love you baby," he said. "My wife, who is in the audience tonight. Thank you for your support and I'm so happy that we could do this together. Mother's Days are so awesome. I'm hoping that y'all are going to hook me up for Father's Day." Related: All the Details on Lady Gaga's Million-Dollar Engagement Ring (Which Includes Several Pink Diamonds!) Shortly before the couple's big day, Usher told PEOPLE in an exclusive interview that he was ready to get married. "Listen, when you find someone that you know is a great partner, of course it is an honor and a pleasure to be able to share life with someone who wants to share it with you and loves you, who you are," he said. "We've obviously made a commitment to life for life together because of our children. It wouldn't be odd for us to get married. We already did here. You know what I'm saying?" Usher continued, "And we're going to be in each other's lives until we die, obviously, because we have something to share. That's beautiful. Our children. But not because of that. I really do feel like I have an amazing partner that I respect." Read the original article on People
