Friday, 29 November 2013

The Last Bastion of the Living book blitz


The Last Bastion of the Living by Rhiannon Frater
Publication date: June 12th 2012
Genres: Adult, Horror, Science Fiction

Synopsis:
The Bastion was humanity’s last hope against the fearsome undead creatures known as the Inferi Scourge. A fortified city with a high wall, surrounded by lush land rich with all the resources needed to survive, protected by high mountain summits, and a massive gate to secure the only pass into the valley, the Bastion became the last stronghold of the living on earth. But one fateful day, the gate failed and the Inferi Scourge destroyed the human settlements outside the walls and trapped the survivors inside the city. Now decades later, the last remaining humans are struggling to survive in a dying city as resources and hope dwindle.
Vanguard Maria Martinez has lived her whole life within the towering walls of steel. She yearns for a life away from the overcrowded streets, rolling blackouts, and food shortages, but there is no hope for anyone as long as the Inferi Scourge howl outside the high walls. Her only refuge from the daily grind is in the arms of her lover, Dwayne Reichardt, an officer in the Bastion Constabulary. Both are highly-decorated veterans of the last disastrous push against the Inferi Scourge. Their secret affair is her only happiness.
Then one day Maria is summoned to meet with a mysterious representative from the Science Warfare Division and is offered the opportunity to finally destroy the Inferi Scourge in the valley and close the gate. The rewards of success are great, but she will have to sacrifice everything, possibly even her life, to accomplish the ultimate goal of securing the future of humanity and saving it from extinction.
 A massive shockwave rippled through the perimeter wall, tossing soldiers off their feet and onto the catwalk, or over the wall into the Scourge horde below as one of the mobile units twisted around in one of the deeper craters and wrenched another unit completely about. The torsion between the two units sent another shudder through the perimeter wall and Maria clung to the catwalk as Ryan fell on top of her. Together, they rode the catwalk to the ground, tumbling into the mud. Maria immediately scrambled to her feet and gasped.
The steel mesh had torn free of one of the units and the Scourge were shoving their bodies through the frayed opening. The squads closest to the breach opened fire. The mesh wall shimmered as it wavered under the onslaught of the undead. The mobile units continued on their designated course to their next position, ripping another hole in the mesh wall.
Fall back!” someone ordered as the Inferi Scourge shoved through the widening openings.
Ryan grabbed Maria’s shoulder and dragged her toward a section where the fallen catwalks formed a barrier along with some of the unpacked supply units. Lindsey scrambled to follow. The squads formed a line, shooting at the Scourge coming through the gap. For several agonizing minutes, they were successful at holding the howling creatures back.
Tiltrotors are en route!” a voice intoned in her helmet.
Sweat poured down Maria’s face as she reloaded. Ryan lobbed several grenades toward the breach as Lindsey fired over Maria’s head.
About that date…” Ryan said, grinning despite the fear in his eyes.
Maria slid around him into a better position and aimed at a Scourge trying to scale the fallen edge of the wall. “You’re supposed to give me a reason to live, dumb ass,” she groused.
Another soldier landed in the mud beside her and helped her obliterate the Scourge trying to scramble through another widening tear in the wall.
This was a stupid plan!” she shouted.
It seemed like a good one when we planned it,” the soldier answered.
It took her a full second to realize it was Chief Defender Dwayne Reichardt.
Sorry, sir,” she said quickly.
He shook his head, still firing. “Let’s just live through this!”
The Scourge pushed further into the perimeter. Maria knew now it was only a matter of minutes before they were all dead. She tried not to hear the screams of the soldiers overcome by the Inferi Scourge. The Scourge tore at them, ripping at their body armor, trying to reach flesh so they could bite and infect. One soldier was pulled free of a group of Scourge, his armor still intact as his comrades gunned down the creatures that had attacked him.
Vanguard Stillson lobbed a grenade at a catwalk’s treads and the explosion toppled it over onto the Inferi Scourge.
They were losing ground swiftly and chaos ruled. No one was listening to orders barked over the feed anymore, but were just trying to survive. The perimeter wall attached to the city wall still stood intact with the catwalks still secured to it. Many soldiers clambered onto it, trying to escape the ground. Maria, Ryan, Lindsey and the Chief Defender started to fall back, providing cover to those trying to reach higher ground.
Rappelling ropes started to fall from the high wall. Frantic soldiers gripped the lines and climbed upward, their muddy boots slipping against the steel surface.
Maria tripped, falling on her ass, and the Chief Defender hauled her up swiftly. The Scourge were everywhere now, smashing through the clusters of soldiers, howling. Maria fired point blank into the face of one as it charged her. The Chief Defender knocked another one back with the butt of his rifle. Together they charged through the mud toward the city wall.
Ryan and Lindsey were just ahead of them and nearing the remaining catwalks when Maria saw a flash of light. A massive force slammed into her and sent her sprawling through the air. Blackness surged up to claim her, and she fought not to drown in it. Pulling herself onto her elbows, her body felt numb and her helmet was gone. Beside her, the Chief Defender struggled to get up. His armor was punctured with shrapnel and blood poured through the tears.
Lifting her weapon, Maria aimed toward the creatures trying to climb over the corpses of Scourge and soldiers the grenade blast had killed. Pulling the trigger, she felt the rifle pulsing as it hurtled bullets into the bodies of the rampaging dead.
Tiltrotor!” Ryan’s voice screamed near her.
She kept firing, but flicked her gaze to one side to see Ryan carrying a badly-wounded Lindsey over one broad shoulder. The churning wind pulled her gaze up to the aircraft slowly descending over the fray. Beside her, the Chief Defender fell over onto his side, unable to get up. Maria grabbed his arm and shifted her body under it. Rising to her knees, she pulled him upright. He screamed. Together, they managed to get to their feet as Maria fired at the Scourge drawing closer.
Vanguard Stillson’s huge body moved through the crowd of Inferi Scourge like a rampaging elephant, tossing them left and right, shooting a few as he went. His helmet was gone and his armor was smoldering. Maria could see the shrapnel from the grenade had sliced away parts of his face. Yet Stillson kept fighting. The Scourge were so intent on him, Ryan and the others were able to skirt past the mob and head toward the aircraft.
Casting one last look at Stillson, Maria gasped as a Scourge grabbed the man’s thick neck and bit into his cheek, infecting him. Usually the Scourge abandoned a victim successfully infected with the virus and moved on to another, but this one kept tearing at Stillson, chewing and appearing to devour his flesh.
Reichardt stumbled, forcing Maria’s attention away from Stillson’s demise. Pulling her superior up to his feet again, she continued to fire at any Scourge rushing them. Around her, other soldiers continued to fall, fighting the undead to their last breath.
Keep moving, Chief Defender,” she urged him. “I don’t want to die today.”
Neither do I, and my name is Dwayne,” he said crisply, his voice filled with pain and determination.
I’m Maria.”
Nice to meet you, Maria. Now, let’s not die,” Dwayne said
Is that an order?” Maria kicked over a Scourge and shot it in the face.
Without a doubt,” Dwayne answered with a grin.


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AUTHOR BIO:
Rhiannon Frater is the award-winning author of over a dozen books, including the As the World Dies zombie trilogy (Tor), as well as independent works such as The Last Bastion of the Living (declared the #1 Zombie Release of 2012 by Explorations Fantasy Blog and the #1 Zombie Novel of the Decade by B&N Book Blog), and other horror novels. Her next novel for Tor, Dead Spots, will be published in 2014. She was born and raised a Texan and presently lives in Austin, Texas with her husband and furry children (a.k.a pets).  She loves scary movies, sci-fi and horror shows, playing video games, cooking, dyeing her hair weird colors, and shopping for Betsey Johnson purses and shoes.  

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Email: rhiannonfrater at gmail.com

The Badass Heroine
By
Rhiannon Frater

I’m not going to lie. I need to be honest with you from the start. The honest to God truth of the matter is that I hate/despise/loathe a lot female characters that fall under the “badass” heroine banner. I often have to suppress the deep, dark desire to give them a roundhouse kick to the face.
Well, if I could actually manage to do a roundhouse kick. I’m not that limber.
Though there are plenty of amazing, strong female characters that I absolutely love with all my heart, there are a smorgasbord of female characters that really rub me the wrong way. The reason for this is simple. Badass has been confused with women who are just plain bitchy, self-centered, and mean.
I didn’t really realize how ingrained the bitchy heroine had become in entertainment until I saw a script for one of my books. The heroine uttered a lot of really mean, nasty comments in the first few pages of the script and I was stunned by how awful she came across. I spoke to the scriptwriter about the added dialog and he answered, “Oh, I added that because I wanted her to come across as a strong.”
Uh, strong doesn’t mean bitchy,” I said carefully. To my surprise, and relief, he agreed and those lines were removed.
But after that event, I realized that was exactly why some heroines really rub me the wrong way. To make a woman appear strong, a lot of writers have defaulted to making her really bitchy, egocentric, and often just plain mean. It hurts me whenever I see this trope in a book, movie, or TV show. A woman doesn’t have to be a bitch to be strong or badass.
A badass female character should be someone you can see as a friend. Someone you love, cheer for, and believe in. You understand they’re flawed, but that’s okay. As they keep working hard to overcome all their obstacles and achieve a happy ending, you’re invested in their journey.
Even when my heroines have something exceptional about them like Vanguard Maria Martinez in THE LAST BASTION OF THE LIVING, they exist realistically in their circumstances. Maria’s military training, intelligence, and determination to accomplish her mission all contribute to her badass factor. But the power that compels her to do extraordinary things isn’t her anger at an unfair world, but her love for a man who loves and respects her. Maria not only serves The Bastion, but her own heart. She struggles with fear, suffers loss, and knows that she may lose her life in the battle against the Inferi Scourge. But victory means freedom from the undead hordes and the ability to build her life with Dwayne, the man who sees beyond her hard veneer to the women she is inside.
My goal when writing my strong female protagonists is to create realistic women who have strengths and flaws just like everyone else does. I don’t create perfect people that have nothing bad happen to them. Or women that all the men want to be with and all other women hate. I create women who could live in our own world very easily. They could be your neighbor, friend, or family member.
In the end, I think Maria Martinez is a badass heroine because her strength doesn’t come from being bitchy, but from being a woman willing to do her very best to overcame the most terrible odds.


Tyler Nitbone book blitz


Tyler Nitbone by Imran Siddiq
Publication date: November 29th, 2013
Genres: Science Fiction, Young Adult

Synopsis:
Tyler can Cross into parallel realities. Employed by a secret organization, he collects data about worlds encountered to improve the Alternate Worlds Map. Except the organization have apprehended him, tampered with his memory, and accused him of a crime he can’t recollect. They must have the wrong seventeen-year old? Nope – even Tyler’s friends have evidence against him.
There are rules to being a Alternate Worlds Viewer:
DO NOT interact with the environment.
DO NOT interfere with events.
DO NOT reveal the ability to Cross.

Tyler has broken with one. But which? All of them?
Worst of all he hates his surname: Nitbone.
Chased by the organization, he will Cross into explosive worlds to uncover the real traitor or risk the lives of zillions.
Tyler Nitbone must interfere to undo the interference

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AUTHOR BIO:
Imran Siddiq may have tried to leave Leicester a few times, but its become his place to wake up to two cats, freeze when the heating’s off and most of all, get down to writing. At a young age, his primary school teacher commented on his creativity and ability to tell stories.  At the age of 29, during a night in the jungle, the bug inside awakened, and for the last 5 years he’s been sacrificing every second that he can to write. A veteran of writing festivals, a presence on Twitter and gobbling up all forms of Star Wars and Lord of the Rings, he hopes he can bring a smile to others in the same way that he had, aged 5, reading with a torch under his duvet. Imran’s preferred genre  is YA Sci Fi, and he has a tendency to throw a droid in every novel.
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How did you come up with the title? 
Unlike previous novels where the title is a representation of a theme, TN is the protagonist – and the name – Tyler Nitbone – makes me take notice and giggle. Nitbone rolls off the tongue. I wouldn’t have used the name if it didn’t have that extra punch.

Is there a message in your novel that you want readers to grasp? 
Oh most definitely. In fact it’s there on the cover as a tagline. Interfering in anything has consequences. They won’t always be bad, but they won’t always mean good either. Often people say or do something without realising the long term effect. TN is about how he must interfere to do the interference of a previous action.

How much of the book is realistic? 
The bits that don’t involve the non-realistic parts… like parallel universes… and robots… and a certain orang-utan. Then again, maybe it is all possible.

Are experiences based on someone you know, or events in your own life? 
TN is an extension of me whereby I always try to help and do good, but sometimes it can be misconstrued and put me in trouble. Poor TN… he doesn’t know when to stop and reflect.

Name one entity that you feel supported you outside of family members. 
Every writer in the forums, Facebook and Twitter. All of them. They all inspired me to keep working hard. They are the shadows that we want to lurk with because they never leave your side.

Do you see writing as a career? 
[Starts begging] – Yes, please.
It’s a difficult career to make a mark and claw back enough income to survive on, but hopefully one day, I will reach it.

If you had to do it all over again, would you change anything in your latest book? 
Maybe make it more of a Poirot mystery, though, that would take away the fun factor and the youth that the protagonist brings to the plot.

Do you recall how your interest in writing originated? 
My mother complained to my teacher, when I was 5 years old, that I was always reading under the duvet (at night) with a torch. I loved reading, and experimenting with my own stories. I loved to escape to another place. Hang on – is that a white rabbit I see running with a watch – see you later.

Is there anything you find particularly challenging in your writing? 
Descriptive narrative. How much is too much? How much is not enough? What words to use? Do they need to know about the lever on the door because it might become important later. There are moments where I cringe at long passages of descriptions. Reading other authors’ and how they tackle this always helps.

Who designed the covers? 
I seek out top-notch artists to create the character art. I pull together the art, and then create my text, style, background, colour changes, adaptations, tweaks and go all nuclear on creating what would grasp my attention. Covers are massively important. The TN cover is quirky and rather different from similar books in its genre, but still says YA Fiction from a visual viewpoint.

What was the hardest part of writing your book? 
Not making the real antagonist obvious or to give away the conclusion without pushing the reader to read on. So throughout, I’ve placed red herrings, and questions upon answers. It’s like a mini-version of LOST but without making the reader frustrated.

Did you learn anything from writing your book and what was it? 
To relax more and not try to make everything perfect in the first draft. By becoming the carefree writer that matched the attitude of the protagonist, I enjoyed my time more and reached the ending with confidence. Redrafting felt like walking a journey again with the map laid out.

Do you have any advice for other
writers? 
Think Less and Write More.
Don’t aim for perfection. Yes, have a plot and an idea of what will happen, but just write. Don’t worry about the grammar, the edit, the change of names, scenery or people appearing/disappearing. Just write and reach the end. After that, you can be clinical with how you correct any issues. You’ll be surprised at how many words you can belt out.

Do you have anything specific that you want to say to your readers? 
I’m a hard working author that has to balance the day job, which a strenuous role of responsibility, be ever present on the Social Media scene, and always look after my dearest cats. The time it takes to write and bring out something to the public eye takes courage, effort and belief. Please, do leave a review on Amazon, Goodreads, and other Vendors to let me know if I’ve done well, bad, or just enough. Your feedback helps to reward or instruct us of how to continue. We need you.

Thursday, 28 November 2013

AOTW #6: Melinda Brasher




Welcome to Author of the Week! Every week on my book group, an author member is chosen to be Author of the Week and will be featured here, tweeted on Twitter, shared on Google Plus and Pinterest and generally treated like royalty! Group members are asked to do features and talk about our AOTW to help each one to promote his/her work to the book community. 
https://www.goodreads.com/group/show/114319-my-big-fat-indie-book-gang 


This week: Melinda Brasher!


Melinda Brasher spends her time writing fiction, traveling, and teaching English as a second language in places like Poland, Mexico, the Czech Republic, and Arizona. Her talents include navigating by old-fashioned map, combining up to three languages in a single incomprehensible sentence, and dealing cards really, really fast. Her short fiction and travel writing appear in Ellipsis Literature and Art, Enchanted Conversation, Go Nomad, International Living, and others. 

Where can I find Melinda?
https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7224737.Melinda_Brasher 
http://www.melindabrasher.com/ 
http://melindabrasher.weebly.com/ 


Nothing holds more danger than the things you think you know.

Kallinesha, daughter of the High Commander, with glory on her mind and duty in her blood, knows many things. She knows that her father is the noblest man in the kingdom. She knows that hard work and study trump raw magical talent, even talent as strong as that of her cowardly commoner companion, Ista. She also knows that she can kill the ruthless Chaos Mage and prove herself worthy of her family name.

Ista, daughter of a city baker, knows a few things too. She knows that Kallinesha has no heart and that none of the protectors can be trusted. Most importantly, she knows that her beloved mage mistress is never wrong, and sending them out here alone to face the Chaos Mage must therefore be right, no matter how it terrifies her.

The man they pursue knows only that he won't let two inexperienced girls ruin everything.

They're all wrong.


Where can I buy this book?
http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/373471 

http://www.amazon.co.uk/Far-Knowing-Melinda-Brasher-ebook/dp/B00GDHO9WE/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1385651026&sr=1-1&keywords=Melinda+Brasher 

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http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/far-knowing-melinda-brasher/1117447185?ean=2940045431309 



A train breaks down in the snowy Polish countryside. The jungle awakens. A young father leaves town. Fairy godmother magic comes from an unexpected source. A blackmailer makes a mistake.

Enjoy these and more in this collection of twenty short stories, flash fiction, and travel essays.


Where can I buy this book? 
http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/347745 

http://www.amazon.co.uk/Leaving-Home-Melinda-Brasher-ebook/dp/B00EKY7QE0/ref=sr_1_2?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1385651026&sr=1-2&keywords=Melinda+Brasher 

http://www.amazon.com/Leaving-Home-Melinda-Brasher-ebook/dp/B00EKY7QE0/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1385651096&sr=1-1&keywords=Melinda+Brasher 

http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/leaving-home-melinda-brasher/1116758409?ean=2940045224130 

Tuesday, 26 November 2013

Lost Seraphine release week blitz



Lost Seraphine Release Week Blitz
By KaSonndra Leigh
Young Adult Paranormal/Fantasy
Date to be Published: 11/24/2013


Caleb Wood now knows the Dark Seraphine's true identity. 

Life should be a little more sane now, right? Wrong! It’s kind of hard to ignore the walkers, fallen souls taken by the Angel of Chaos. Oh yeah, only Caleb can see them.

After saving his girlfriend from the wrath of a sea witch, Caleb finds himself faced with a new problem…understanding the strange tattoos showing up on his body. He must also deal with his Lost Seraphine, the girl who left her family behind to save the boy she loves. The same girl who just happens to be the daughter of a mythological god. 

Gia gave up one of her powers to be with Caleb. She knew that she was connected to the Dark Seraphine in some way.  You see, there’s a prophecy, something she always believed to be a fairy tale linking her with the girl who also wants Caleb. Haunted by visions of her dead brother, Gia realizes she has made a terrible mistake. The ability she gave up is the one thing she will need to keep her boyfriend safe. 

Will Caleb be able to accept the things he will learn about his real father while trying to save the girl he loves from herself? Book Two of the Seraphine Trilogy and prequel to the Lost Immortals Saga is coming soon.

KaSonndra Leigh

Author Bio
Author of the Lost Immortals Saga and the Path Seekers Series. I’m also a mother, blogger, reader, gardener, home renovator, and a slayer of undead Egyptian mummies in Tomb Raider. I believe in karma, coffee, and seriously wish that the producers of Xena would bring my favorite show ever back.

I was born in the race-car city of Charlotte, NC, and now live in the City of Alchemy and Medicine, NC, when I’m not hanging out in Bardonia (Lost Immortals). Most of my characters are based on people that I’ve met throughout my travels and adventures. People tend to stop and start conversations with me as if I’ve known them my entire life. Does this freak me out? Not really. My mom says that one day I’ll get kidnapped by one of them. I told her that if it weren’t for these lovely people then I wouldn’t be able to create the stories that I do.

Some other common tidbits…hmm. I’ve watched the movie Under the Tuscan Sun almost 200 times. Seriously, the way I see it is if I keep watching it enough, then suddenly the house that Diane Lane lives in will magically appear in my backyard. I know. I have a huge imagination!

Authors Links
Website | Facebook YA | Facebook NA | Twitter @kasonndraleigh

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Monday, 25 November 2013

The PSS Chronicles book blitz


Seventeen-year-old Olivia Black has a rare birth defect known as Psyche Sans Soma, or PSS. Instead of a right hand made of flesh and blood, she was born with a hand made of ethereal energy.

How does Olivia handle being the girl with the ghost hand? Well, she's a little bit morbid and a whole lot snarky.

Her mother thinks her obsession with death, black clothing, and the local cemetery is a bid for attention. But when Marcus, the new guy in Olivia's calculus class, stares at her like she's a freak, Olivia doesn't like it. And when her hand goes rogue, doing things she never imagined possible, Olivia finds herself running for her life with Marcus from a group of men bent on taking the power of her hand for their own nefarious purposes.


"Five minutes into my Calc test, I glanced up and caught the new guy staring.

I looked down, following his gaze, and saw that my fingers were shimmering around the edges.

I yanked my hand into my lap and my pencil flew out of it, clattering to the floor.

It landed in the aisle and rolled toward New Guy’s desk. He put out a foot, trapping it, and kicked it back my direction, his glance following its progress as it came back to me, bumping up against the thick sole of my boot. His eyes rose up my multi-buckled calf to my thigh, then to my lap, stopping at the spot where I was doing my best to hide my hand under my desk.

But we could both see the pool of blue PSS energy, shapeless and pulsing, writhing at the end of my wrist stump.

I looked up again, locking eyes with him.

His expression was unreadable. He didn’t look surprised, or afraid, or alarmed. He just looked, his eyes fixed on my wacked-out hand, as if curious to see what it would do next.

I gritted my teeth and tried to focus my PSS back into shape. I was not going to be this guy’s personal freak show. I could fix this. It was just mind over matter.

But it didn’t work. If anything, the more I tried, the worse it got, expanding and losing even more definition. The burning sensation grew so intense I squeezed my eyes shut against it. All around me, I could hear the scrape and shuffle of students getting up and handing in their tests. I bent over my desk, trying to block my hand from view. For a moment, I thought about getting up and running out of class, but someone would see my hand for sure if I did that. Maybe if I took a deep breath, and calmed down, it would go back to normal on its own.

As if in response to that thought, the pain suddenly eased off.

I opened my eyes.

New Guy was leaning over the edge of his desk, and there seemed to be something wrong with his neck. He kept jerking his head toward Passion Wainwright, the girl who sat in front of me. What did he want? An introduction? If so, his timing was utter crap.

Leave me alone,” I mouthed past clenched lips.

He shook his head and gave an exaggerated nod toward Passion again, rolling his eyes in her direction.

This time, I turned and looked.

Something was crawling up Passion’s back.

Not just one something. Five somethings. Five elongated, wisp-thin tendrils, winding their way up Passion’s chair, climbing her back, fluttering at the strands of hair that had escaped from her ponytail, making a moving, barely-perceptible pattern of bluish light on the back of her white turtleneck so faint I could almost convince myself it was an optical illusion.

Except it wasn’t.

It was my hand, my five fingers stretching impossibly and rising from under the front of my desk, groping the back of Passion Wainwright.

I yanked my wrist in toward my body, but it made no difference. I couldn’t feel my hand, couldn’t control those fingers or call them back.

Passion shivered, as if she felt a draft, and absently brushed an undulating tendril away from her neck.
The thickest finger, the one in the middle, rose up along her spine, stopping at a spot right between her shoulder blades. It held level for a moment, weaving back and forth like some ghostly snake dancing to the tune of an invisible flute. Then it dipped forward, slipping silently through the thin cotton fabric of Passion’s shirt and straight into her back.

She didn’t make a sound as she went limp, her torso gently slanting toward her desk; the tendril of PSS embedded in her back the only thing holding her up."

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My Review:
*I received a free copy of this book from the author in exchange for an honest review*

Olivia has Psyche Sans Soma, and it means that one of her hands is made of ethereal energy. Now her hand seems to be malfunctioning and doing strange things, just as a shadowy group are trying to kidnap her to harvest her PSS for their criminal purposes.

This book sounded totally different to anything that I had read before and I did like it. I liked the concept of a normal girl having this 'ghost hand' and everyone in town seems fine with it until Olivia is made aware of a group of people who will kill her to get her hand. Now she doesn't know who to trust and she has the added issue of her hand doing strange things and obtaining weapons to be used against her enemies. I liked the whole plot for this book and I think that the author did a good job of making Olivia likable and a girl that you can easily relate to. I always get concerned that these kinds of books go a bit too much into complicated sci-fi but this book does not do that. The story flows nicely, it is easy to follow and uncomplicated. The plot changes constantly and evolves nicely, taking the story along in new directions, which was good.

I mostly liked the characters with the exception of Jason who I can't stand the sight of. Even the bad guys have a bit more personality than Jason. The action sequences are good though the book does slow down in places as we deal with Olivia's emotions.

My gripes with it are the usual complaints I have about the YA genre. This falling instantly in love with a stranger thing seems to be the norm in this kind of book and it does get a bit wearing to see it in every book. Still I guess this is what the target audience want so I can't really blame the author for doing it. I'd like to see a few more books where the teenagers can just be friends with members of the opposite sex! I felt that the story was strong enough on its own without introducing an unconvincing love affair into it. I never really felt any chemistry with Olivia and Marcus. I was more interested in the fight against the enemy.

Overall I think that this series really has some potential. The concept is original and fresh, and future books could take this story forward in many different directions. Hints are given about how book 2 will develop so that could be interesting. I would probably take a look at this book sometime in the future. I recommend this book to readers of YA paranormal, dystopia and sci-fi.

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Olivia Black is back.

Only this time she's not the one in need of rescue.

Samantha James, rich, popular, and an award-winning composer at age seventeen, is the next target on the CAMFers' list. In order to convince Samantha to come with them, Olivia and Passion must pose as cousins, blend into the most affluent high school in Indianapolis, and infiltrate a mysterious cult known as The Hold.

Olivia doesn't expect it to be easy, even with the PSS guys backing them up. But what she discovers over the course of the mission will call into question everything she ever believed about herself, her family, and especially about Marcus, the guy she is undoubtedly falling in love with.

Marcus crossed back to the faucet of the now-full tub and turned it off. He bent over and turned on the jets, which kicked up a lot more steam and a lot more noise. I was starting to melt inside my own clothes, and he must have been too, because when he turned back to me he was slipping his t-shirt over his head.

 

"What are you doing?" I asked, my voice coming out a little strangled.

 

"You and I need to talk," he said, letting the shirt drop to the floor.

 

"Yes," I said, trying not to gawk at his chest and the way the steam swirled into it, his PSS shining back and coloring the mist a soft blue hue. "But can't we do that with our clothes on?"

 

"We need to talk where I'm sure no one can hear us," he said, his hands going to the snap of his jeans. The zipper was next. He had on red tartan boxers. He slid the jeans down his legs, turned, slipped off the boxers, and stepped into the tub, sinking down into it with an audible moan.

 

I stood there stunned. I had just seen Marcus naked. He'd just stripped to his beautiful bare ass right in front of me as if it were nothing. Yes, we'd been sleeping in a tent together for weeks, and making out, but when one of us changed clothes, the other still looked away. Marcus and I had not gotten naked together. We hadn't even come close, because I always held back. I couldn’t even bring myself to reach my hands inside his shirt. What if my flesh hand accidentally went into his chest and disrupted his PSS? Even worse, what if my ghost hand reached into him and pulled something horrible out? I was pretty sure either of those scenarios would be a serious buzz kill to our intimacy.

 

"Do you have any idea how long it's been since I've had a bath?" he said, almost a purr, laying his head back on the edge of the tub and closing his eyes.

 

"I—no—I haven't had one for like a month," I stammered, looking down at the tile floor, completely flustered.

 

"Olivia," he said softly, and I looked up to find his eyes boring into me, dewy drops captured on those thick dark lashes. "Come here."

 

I crossed obediently to the side of the bath, both relieved and a bit disappointed to find that the burbling of the jets obscured most of what was in it. Except his PSS chest. It glowed and pulsed like some half-submerged, cerulean, underwater treasure.

 

Marcus put his hand out for mine. The invitation was obvious.

 

This was crazy. There was no way we were going to be able to talk, coherently, in a bathtub together.

 

"It's a big tub," he said, nodding at the other end, "and I promise to be good."

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Ripley Patton lives in Portland, Oregon with one cat, two teenagers, and a man who wants to live on a boat. She is an award-winning short story writer and author of The PSS Chronicles, a young adult paranormal thriller series.
Ripley doesn't smoke, or drink, or cuss as much as her characters. Her only real vices are writing, eating M&Ms, and watching reality television. 

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   Top ten favourite movies


  1. Stranger than Fiction
  2. Little Big Man
  3. Much Ado About Nothing (or almost any Shakespeare-based movie)
  4. Howl's Moving Castle (or anything by Hayao Miyasaki)
  5. The Alien Movies
  6. The Princess Bride
  7. District 9
  8. Planet of the Apes (in all its manifestations)
  9. Great Indie movies like Trollhunter, Monsters, and Safety Not Guaranteed
  10. The PSS Chronicles Trilogy (which only exists in my head- so far)

    Top ten favourite foods:

  11. Chocolate
  12. Steak
  13. Pizza
  14. Ice Cream (almost any flavor but Cookies and Cream)
  15. Beef Stroganoff
  16. Blueberry Pie
  17. Root beer Float
  18. Macaroni and Cheese
  19. A good burger and fries
  20. Almost anything Mexican or Italian

    top five favourite drinks (I'm not much of a drinker)

  21. Water
  22. Root Beer
  23. Honey Mead
  24. Vodka and Coke
  25. Hot Chocolate
- What are 10 items on your bucket list?


  1. Hike the Oregon section of the Pacific Crest Trail
  2. Sail around the world with my husband
  3. Get on the New York Times Best Seller List
  4. Go to the premier of Ghost Hand The Movie in Hollywood or New York.
  5. Travel the world (especially Europe and the Mediterranean).
  6. Take my daughter on an African Safari Tour (NOT the hunting kind).
  7. Be the Guest of Honor at a Con
  8. Make it back to New Zealand someday.
  9. Write and live in a secluded cabin in Alaska
  10. Help out on the set of Survivor, or be on the show with my son.