Blog Tour & Giveaway ~ Violet Storm by Anna Soliveres ~ Excerpt

Violet Storm

by Anna Soliveres
(Modi #1)
Publication date: March 28th 2014
Genres: Science Fiction, Young Adult

Synopsis

 Several hundred years into the future, The Cleansing, known to some as the End of Days, forced the government to create Arks to shelter its people. When Earth became habitable again, new territories rose up from the ashes: Agria, the City of Light, and the Outer Boundaries. For a while, they lived in peace.

A brilliant surgeon known for his invention of Modi’s—the only cure for the deadly disease, vaincre—has gone rogue with his experiments, and the Monarchy is desperate to shut him down. That’s where Aeva Storm comes in, a champion athlete with an ego to match. Aeva is the surgeon’s secret weapon against the Monarchy. And they’ll never know what hit them. After reconstructing her body to become a Modi unlike any he’s ever created, Aeva is forced into a fight against all odds. She’ll have to break loyalties, hurt family, and turn her back on newly awakened love. Thousands of lives hang in the balance in a battle that will set forth a new era.

Join Aeva on her quest to see whether she’s got what it takes to go up against the most powerful humans ever created.

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Excerpt

Desperation makes me want to beg Jervis to let me go, but I shove the thought away. I’m not giving him the satisfaction. I concentrate instead on the net, searching for something to cut it with.

 A lecherous smile curves Jervis’ lips. He unfastens the belt around his waist, drops down on his knees, loosens the net, and releases my foot.

I plant a solid kick to his face, hearing a satisfying crack where his nose had been. His head whips back and he lands hard on his rear—his hands flying to the center of his face. He roars in pain, spitting warbled curses through the blood gushing from his nose. I attack the small opening, my numb fingers fumbling with the rope and wire.

Pain hits me, so acute I scream like it’s been ripped from my lungs. White-hot electricity courses through my body, constricting my chest, snapping my back into a rigid bow. The surge pulses up my spine and along my neck, leaving a trail of mind-numbing agony.

“You bad little girl. I’m gonna make you pay real good.” Jervis’ stubby hands wrap around my neck, blood dribbling down his lips and chin. This close, I can smell the stench of unwashed skin and decay. His legs tighten around my middle, straddling me and pinning the net to the ground. I can’t move. My arms are trapped under his weight, unable to pry his hands off my throat.

The strength of his grip crushes my windpipe. Hungry for air, I buck and jerk wildly beneath him. His knees squeeze tighter, gluing our bodies. I can’t throw him off.

“You got a lotta fight in you. Well, I’ll take care of that.”

My mouth opens and closes, but no air comes in. The black grip of unconsciousness starts to darken my vision.

A whistle sounds above me, a blade slicing through air, and the pressure eases off my neck. I inhale greedily, wheezing and spitting up. Jervis slips sideways. His body hits the ground and his head rolls away, the same wicked expression still carved into his face.

I sense the newcomer moving closer. Another whistle sounds and the glint of a blade lashes out. Every muscle in my body clenches tight, bracing myself for the sting of the cut. It never comes. The net slips off. It takes a moment for my mind to realize that I’m no longer restrained and when it hits me, I crab crawl away from the new threat. 

“If I wanted to hurt you, I would’ve done so,” the stranger says in a deep baritone. The lower half of his face is covered beneath a mask.

“Who are you?” I croak.

“No one you need to remember. If you’re done wasting my time, why don’t you do something smart, like getting up? The other moron will be back any minute.”

I scan over him quickly, noticing his weathered clothing; dark enough to hide him in the forest, form-fitting so that it doesn’t make a sound. He’s tall, lean, and graceful like a predator.

I shake my head. “Not until you show me your face,” I say. My voice comes out hoarse and my hand flies up to the base of my neck. I wince at the tenderness of what I’m sure will be bruises in the shape of Jervis’s disgusting hands.

My rescuer says nothing.

“What?” I snort, sounding fearless despite the harsh pounding of my heart. “Not pretty under there?” The question is harsh, but I want him to know that I’m perfectly capable of taking care of myself. Except of course, if a brute Outlander were strangling me…

He stares back at me, grumbling something about “girls being stupid.” But he removes the cowl over his head and pulls down the cloth covering his nose and mouth, revealing a smooth, stone-like face. His black, shoulder-length hair flies in the gusty wind, a sharp contrast to his fair complexion. We stare at each other until I look away, uncomfortable with the way his green-gold gaze sharpens when he concentrates on my face. Shame fills me. Between the two of us, I’m the one whose face should be hidden, sparing people from the ugliness. He, on the other hand…

“Feel better now?” he asks. “Thought I might have been the grim reaper come to collect?” 

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AUTHOR BIO

Anna Soliveres has always been a storyteller but it wasn’t until her early twenties when she began writing novel length works. The result was an enthusiasm to get better at the craft until her work could be shared with the world. Releasing in March 2014, VIOLET STORM is her debut novel. Anna is currently working on another young adult sci-fi series, titled SNOW DOLLS, set to release in late 2014. To learn more, please visit her at www.annasoliveres.com.

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