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Friday, January 18, 2019

Blog Tour- KILL CODE by Luna Kayne With An Excerpt, Interview, & Giveaway!



I am happy to be hosting a stop on the blog tour for KILL CODE by Luna Kayne! I have an excerpt to share with you today check it out and enter to win the giveaway below!

About The Book:



Title: KILL CODE
Author: Luna Kayne
Pub. Date: January 22, 2019
Publisher: Kayne Publishing
Formats: Paperback, eBook
Pages: 317


HOW FAR WOULD YOU GO TO PROTECT THE ONES YOU LOVE?

THEN

Ten years ago, a covert government operation gone wrong separated Jack from Jessa, the girl he promised he would never leave.

NOW

Jack's special forces team receives a tip, leading them to a remote farmhouse in search of a group of hackers led by the elusive Zane who work for the same person he holds responsible for Jessa’s death, ten years earlier.

Past and present collide as what was once lost is now standing in front of him and appears to be working for the very evil he is trying to end.

But is everything as it seems as secrets begin to unravel and pieces are put back in their proper places?

And will the last missing piece, the answer to all of their problems, be found in time?

*** Due to some dark and explicit themes in this book, it is recommended for mature audiences only. ***


* Kill Code is the first book in a trilogy.



Now on to the excerpt!

“Wake up, Jack. We’re moving out. Your assignment is done.”

My commanding officer barks his orders out, jolting me awake. I open my eyes and try to focus as the dawn barely lights the room around me.

“What do you mean, done? Last night we were waiting on the search warrants. We had the whole family. It was going down... today.” Propping myself up on my elbows, I shake my head, trying to will myself to catch up.

Going over the last few days in my head, this doesn’t make sense. I’ve been on the ground with my unit for months now working special ops undercover with local law enforcement on a federal level. Collecting whatever evidence we could and rounding up witnesses. Everything finally began to snowball together three days ago.

First one witness came forward, then a second, then the third came in with solid proof. With Port Thomas being a smaller city near the coast in Oregon, law enforcement is always underfunded so they were thankful for the additional manpower, as long as we didn’t step on too many toes.

We had our mission in place for today, but this wasn’t how it was supposed to go.

“It blew up. Shit went down a few hours ago. Apparently, they knew we were coming. The Sparr family is gone. All of the evidence against them is now speculative. Four witnesses are dead. Another two are missing.” Then, as he opens his mouth, I see the hesitation in his eyes as his body physically braces for a fight.

“Jack.” My commander starts then stops, carefully considering his words with a frustrating pause. “It’s Jessa. Both her and her brother’s bodies are missing.”

“What do you mean, missing?” Then the weight of his words hits me. “Wait. What do you mean, bodies?” I bolt out of bed onto shaky legs as I feel my world begin to crumble piece by piece.

He chose his words carefully. She isn’t missing.


Her body is missing.

Interview with Luna:

Hey Luna!! First I want to say welcome to Two Chicks on Books I’m glad you could stop by for a chat! KILL CODE rocks and I can’t wait for everyone to read it!

Thank you so much for having me and your kind words on Kill Code, I'm excited to be here and I appreciate you taking the time to ask these questions.

For the readers: can you tell us a little bit about KILL CODE and the characters?

Kill Code is the first book in what will be a trilogy. The book starts with Jack and Jessa as high school sweethearts except Jack is hiding a lie. He was actually placed in Jessa's life as an undercover government agent, tracking a crime family. The operation blows up and both become lost to each other for a decade, when they come face to face with each other, seemingly on opposite sides of the law.

So what’s next for you? What are you working on now?

Now I am on to book two in the series. With Kill Code being the first, it carried some darker elements to it as the story began to take shape. With that piece of the story told, the two characters who will be telling their stories in the second book take on a little more of a feistier tone. I've been looking forward to getting into some of the banter.

Were any of the characters in the book inspired by people from your real life?

None of my characters were inspired by real life people but Jack was a little inspired by Lucas from my first book, Controlling Interests. I think it was mostly because I came up with the idea for Kill Code while I was still finishing my first novel.

Who was your favorite character to write? What about your least favorite?

I have two favourite characters from this book so that is a hard one. I think I enjoyed writing Dana, Jessa's friend the most. She's witty and strong but there is an uncertainty to her. She is honest and fierce but she is also vulnerable.
My least favourite was Maxwell mostly because it drained me to write him. I had to be alone when I wrote his parts and to mentally sink into his darkness for some chapters was depressing. I even had to stop writing one chapter and skip to the next. I finished that chapter on my first round of edits when I felt better.

What is your favorite passage/scene in KILL CODE?

Oh, there were a bunch I loved writing. I'm going to go with the chapters at the beginning of the book at the farmhouse because that is when everything first starts. Connections are made and the realization that life as both of my main characters knew it has now changed.

What kind of research did you have to do for the story?

It has occurred to me that I probably shouldn't take my laptop across any borders as the search history alone would have me detained for months. I had to research basic military and law enforcement jargon and I tried to be as universal in my terms as possible. I also had to look into cyber-based terrorism, hacking and torture techniques (which was particularly unpleasant). And I had to research which agents could knock people out and/or kill them.

Who is your ultimate book boyfriend?

I'm going so old school on this one that I'm not even sure they had schools during this time, but I'd have to say Edmond Dantès from The Count of Monte Cristo. There is something about someone so driven and focused. I just can't even imagine what I would do if all of that focus was on me ;)

What inspired you to write romance?

I had started writing a sci-fi/fantasy novel and I was about 30K words into it when the idea for Controlling Interests started to take hold. At first I thought I would write my thoughts out and I started jotting down the words, which now happen to be the first words in Controlling Interests. I just kept going and wrote it from front to back without thinking about it too much.

After that, I found that I really enjoyed writing the friction and anticipation between characters so I continued. I will return to my other book one day though.

Lightening Round Questions

What are you reading right now? Or what do you have on your TBR that you’re dying to read?

I just got the new Christopher Moore book, Noir in paperback for Christmas. It's coming to Mexico with me this week.

What Hogwarts House would the Sorting Hat place you in?

Hufflepuff ftw

Twitter or Facebook?

Twitter

Favorite Superhero?

Wonder Woman

Favorite TV show?

Alias

Sweet or Salty?

Salty (I reserve the right to change that based on the time of day)

Any Phobias?

Fears but no phobias

Song you can’t get enough of right now?

Chandelier (Sia)

2019 Movie you’re most looking forward to?

Star Wars Episode IX

Thanks so much Luna for answering my questions! I can’t wait for everyone to read KILL CODE!


Thank you for asking these questions. I can't wait either. I'm busting to see it publish.


About Luna:
Luna Kayne is a multi-published author in the romance and erotica genres. Her creative works include novels, novelettes and a book of poetry and prose.

Within the romance genre, her books and short stories are also listed under suspense, paranormal, BDSM and contemporary.

The woman behind Luna Kayne’s pen name has been writing for online publications since 2005. She writes from her home on an acreage near Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada.


Giveaway Details:
3 winners will win an eBook of KILL CODE, International.


Tour Schedule:
Week One:
1/14/2019- Simply Daniel RadcliffeReview
1/14/2019- Texan Holly ReadsExcerpt
1/14/2019-The Little Bookworm- Review

1/15/2019- Bookish RantingsSpotlight
1/15/2019- BookHoundsExcerpt
1/15/2019-Lisa Loves Literature- Spotlight

1/16/2019- Angelic Book ReviewsExcerpt
1/16/2019- JrsbookreviewsExcerpt

1/17/2019- Smada's Book SmackSpotlight
1/17/2019- ColorimetryExcerpt

1/18/2019- TMBA Corbett Tries to WriteSpotlight
1/18/2019- Two Chicks on BooksExcerpt

Week Two:
1/21/2018- A Gingerly ReviewExcerpt
1/21/2018- Good Choice ReadingExcerpt

1/22/2018- Tales of A Ravenous ReaderExcerpt
1/22/2018- ParajunkeeExcerpt

1/23/2018- Owl Always Be ReadingExcerpt
1/23/2018- Adventures Thru Wonderland- Excerpt

1/24/2018- Jaime's WorldExcerpt
1/24/2019- Books a Plenty Book Reviews- Playlist

1/25/2018- BookbriefsExcerpt

Tuesday, January 15, 2019

Release Day Blitz- THE LEOPARD WHO CLAIMED A WOLF by Sarah Mäkelä



I am so excited that THE LEOPARD WHO CLAIMED A WOLF by Sarah Mäkelä is available now and that I get to share the news!
If you haven’t yet heard about this wonderful book by Author Sarah Mäkelä, be sure to check out all the details below.
This blitz also includes a giveaway for a $5 Amazon Gift Card and 2 eBooks, International, courtesy of Sarah and Rockstar Book Tours. So if you’d like a chance to win, enter in the Rafflecopter at the bottom of this post.

About the Book:
Title:
 THE LEOPARD WHO CLAIMED A WOLF
Author: Sarah Mäkelä
Pub. Date: January 15, 2019
Publisher: Kissa Press LLC
Formats: Paperback, eBook
Pages: 179

When a wolf loves a leopard…

He’s her protector...
Caitlyn Fraser, a wereleopard who has always hated cruel werewolves, is the former prisoner turned mate of Dougal Sterling, Alpha of the Scottish pack. She’s courting jeopardy with her determination to attend the funeral of her brother’s father, since the Pack blames her for Alistair’s death. But still Dougal protects her from his wolves.

Her defender...
Short of allies, Dougal struggles to balance loyalty and attention between the Pack and Caitlyn. When the Pack’s stability crumbles, he’s faced with the return of his older brother, the rightful Alpha, who shirked his duty after their father’s death. However, Ewan’s challenge will be a battle to the death. Sheltering Caitlyn can only lose Dougal more friends, but he knows she’s the mate he’s longed for.

But survival takes two...
Menace lurks in every corner of the Highlands; Alistair and Ewan’s supporters and haters of shapeshifters abound. Caitlyn and Dougal must stick together, pushing back fiercely when they are attacked. Even if that puts them in mortal danger…

Excerpt:
Chapter One
 Caitlyn

The driveway leading up to the Scottish Pack’s massive headquarters stretched almost half a mile. I rested my chin on my arms and stared out of the Alpha’s window on the second story, overlooking the circular section of the drive. The Pack’s castle came complete with its very own dungeon, but at least they weren’t keeping me in there anymore. The memory of Alistair’s craggy face haunted my dreams each time I closed my eyes. His brutal fists hammered away against my face, ribs, and stomach, until I could no longer sleep.

Tension radiated through my shoulders, and I balled my hands into fists. No, AlistairColin’s fatherwas dead. Dougal had protected me, and my brother, from that monster when I didn’t have the strength to fight back.

Not that it mattered.

Two days had passed since my brother’s sudden departure. Now Colin was on his own with no one to watch his back. How could he leave without saying anything to me? I flexed my fists again, welcoming the anger as it bubbled up in my chest and replaced my sadness.

The heavy weight of a man’s hand descended on my back. I twisted around, my knuckles connecting with a solid jaw lined with dark, coarse stubble. A familiar jaw. Shite.

Dougal stumbled back half a step, but then he planted his feet like a tree with strong roots, not budging any further. Sharp power flared outward from him before he squelched it, stretching the muscles in his jaw. A frown tugged at his lips, and the corners of his eyes creased, either in pain or displeasure.

“Dougal! I’m so sorry.” The sudden movement of punching him had shot a searing ache through my battered ribs again. The pain stole my breath away, but I tried to force it down. How could I have been so careless? If he’d been anyone else in the Pack, I would’ve caused World War III.

“Dinnae fash. The punch bloody well hurt, though. I didn’t realize you were so strong.” Dougal’s frown melted away as he pulled me closer and pressed a kiss to my forehead. “Seems like you’re recovering your strength.” His gaze drifted past me to the long gravel driveway of the estate. “How are you doing, love?”

The emotions I’d been stomping down now bubbled to the surface again. “I cannae believe Colin left me. He left before I even regained consciousness. How could he?”
With anyone else, I wouldn’t show weakness, but I rested my forehead against Dougal’s chest, needing his touch and savoring his warmth. “I barely had time to talk with him, and when I did, it wasn’t a good time to ask how he was doing after the months he’d spent in that bloody research facilityor even to ask where he would go to heal

Tears welled in my eyes, but I held them back, refusing to cry. “I gave up so muchmy job, my flat, my lifewhile trying to track him and bring him home. What if my sacrifices were all for naught?”

“Nae, they weren’t for naught, love.” Dougal kissed the top of my head. “I know you’re hurting. You have plenty of reasons to be, but the man who came back wasn’t the same one who left for the United States.” He lifted my chin, forcing me to see the sincerity in his clear blue eyes. “Whatever those scientists did affected him in ways neither of us will probably ever know. Waiting at the window won’t make him return any sooner.” He wrapped his arms around me and gently pulled me against his chest again. “Let me draw you a bath. Remember, I’m here if you need to talk.”

He was right, even if I didn’t want to admit it. Waiting for Colin’s return wouldn’t help, but what else could I do? “I know, but that doesn’t make this any easier for me. He’s my younger brother. I feel helpless that I cannae be there for himagain.” A heavy ache settled on my heart, and I pulled away hating the awkward emotions crushing me.
“Sorry.”

Dougal turned away from me and stared out of the window again. His jaw clenched and unclenched, as if he were trying hard to hold in his words. A lot was going on in his life too, and yet he was making a strong effort to support me through my problems. Things had become increasingly strained between him and his Pack since my arrival and Duncan and Alistair’s subsequent deaths. He didn’t talk about what he faced, and I didn’t want to pressure him.

After a few moments of silence, he released a sigh and turned back toward me. “You’ve done what you could for him, lass.” The ghost of a grin spread across his lips. “Do you still want the bath?”

I couldn’t help but nod. When I’d awakened from unconsciousness, Dougal had been there for me. We’d made love, and he brought me to new heights of pleasure. We also became intimately acquainted with the fancy Jacuzzi bathtub that could easily fit three or four humansor one big, scary werewolf. The perks of being mated to the Alpha of the Scottish Pack.

“Aye, a bath sounds delish.” I wrapped my arms around his waist, bringing him back to me and drawing in his musky lupine scent. “Thanks for the talk. I wish I could’ve spoken with him before he took off. It would’ve made me feel better about him going.”

“Love, I talked with him.” He trailed his fingertips over my back in light, soothing strokes. “If I weren’t confident that he presented no danger to others, I wouldn’t have let him go. He would’ve stayed here whether he favored the idea or not.” The muscles in his lower back tensed beneath my touch, and his hand paused over my spine.

Something didn’t feel right. I lifted my gaze to meet Dougal’s. Was he not telling me something? We hadn’t known each other for long, but my sharp, feline instincts knew when someone spoke an untruth. He wasn’t outright lying, but he was holding something back. What could it be?

I bit my lower lip, regretting it as my teeth sank into one of the nearly healed spots where Alistair had punched me in the face. Instead of confronting Dougal, I turned my attention toward the window. “You would tell me if he was dangerous to himself, wouldn’t you?”

“Aye, I would.” His tone of voice wasn’t as convincing as I’d wanted. He leaned away, putting me at arm’s length. “Enough of that, I suppose. I’ll draw the bath for you.”
Without another word, he strode to the en-suite bathroom. His hands clenched and unclenched at his sides all the way. The door snapped shut behind him, and he started the water running a few moments later.

Nausea churned inside me, and I held my stomach. Should I believe Dougal? Something about his words didn’t feel right. The Jacuzzi tub would take a few minutes to fill, and I needed to get out of this bloody bedroom and away from him. The strain of standing there and trying to keep myself calm was becoming too much.

My stomach growled, and I glanced up at the round wrought-iron clock on the wall. It was almost one o’clock in the afternoon.

Many of the werewolves didn’t like that their Alpha was mating with a wereleopard, so I usually skipped the mealtime rushes to keep my distance. It wasn’t easy, because several of the wolves lived here in this honest-to-God castle full time. Apparently, that was how many Packs operated. The thought boggled my mind. How did they stand to be around one another all the time? How would I survive being the sole feline in this house full of wolves?

Every urge for solitude within me roared to run as fast and as far away from this place as I could. Too much held me here, though. Besides, if Colin returned from his trip, I wanted to be around to greet him. Maybe throttle him, too, but it’d be a greeting nonetheless

I slid my leather jacket on over the white tank top, not wanting to reveal too much bruised skin, then headed for the kitchen to grab leftovers. Dougal had tried to convince me to eat with him and everyone else. He wanted me to get to know the wolves and socialize. Getting friendly with the Pack might be a nice idea, but I couldn’t do it. Not with how his Pack watched me when they thought I wasn’t looking. Even Dougal’s second-in-command wasn’t a fan of mine. The sentiment was mutual. For as long as I could remember, I’d hated werewolves. One of my main reasons would soon rest six feet underground. Their hatred of me for Alistair’s death just added to my reluctance to get friendly with them.

Shaking away those thoughts, I turned the corner to enter the kitchen. If my sharp feline reflexes hadn’t kicked in, I would’ve run straight into a towering werewolf. I leapt back at the last minute to prevent Kerr from spilling his plate of food. The already agonizing ache in my side intensified from moving so fast, but I kept my arms at my sides and my face neutral.

“Afternoon, lass. Ye look like yer recoverin’ well.” Kerr nodded, looking curiously at me.

“Thanks, Kerr. I’m trying.” I flashed him an uncomfortable smile, then edged past the broad, barrel-chested man into the kitchen. Maybe he wasn’t as bad as the others, but I couldn’t shake the overwhelming feeling that he disagreed with Dougal’s decision to mate with me.

Kerr placed a heavy hand on my shoulder. My spine stiffened, and I gripped the sleeves of my jacket to keep from swinging on him too. “Keep tryin’, then.” His deep voice rumbled through the kitchen. I glanced pointedly at his hand, but he didn’t move it.
“Sooner or later ye need to overcome yer fear, hatred, or whatever it is ye feel toward my kind. If ye cannae, ye won’t last long here, lass.” With that, he walked down the corridor toward the massive grand hall where the wolves held their meetings and ate.

My shoulders slumped. Suddenly, I didn’t feel so hungry, but my leopard still needed to eat. We couldn’t skip any more meals. It hindered our healing process and weakened us too much. Right now, I couldn’t afford weakness, not while I was amongst a pack of wolves.

If only I weren’t continually looking over my shoulder with the Pack, but such was life for now.

Shite. I didn’t have much time before Dougal noticed I’d left the bedroom.

The leftovers were neatly arranged on the clean countertop. There wasn’t much food left, but I grabbed a bag of crisps and one of the last club sandwiches. A female wolfMairi, I thinkran a catering company, so she always brought by food to keep the Pack well fed. She was one of the nicer wolves.

Instead of following Kerr toward the dining room, where I would probably find the rowdy werewolves laughing and talking, I remained in the kitchen. I sat on the counter farthest away from the entrance, hidden from anyone who might walk past.

As I finished my sandwich, footsteps in the hall became louder as someone approached the kitchen. The sound of soft sniffing tensed every muscle in my body, then Dougal stepped into the room. His gaze slid over me, and desire darkened his eyes.

“Your bath is ready. If I’d known you were hungry, I would’ve brought something earlier when I ate.”

I shrugged a shoulder. “It’s all right. I’m eating now.”

“Aye, so you are.” He looked down the hallway as if checking to make sure no one else was near. When he turned back, he wore a frown that creased the corners of his lips and eyes. “You shouldn’t be in here all alone, love. Things within the Pack are tense right now. Let’s go back to the bedroom.”

I tilted my chin up, not in the mood to be bossed around again. “I’m not alone. You’re here.” I opened the bag of crisps and munched on one.

His nostrils flared, and he crossed his arms over his broad chest. The move might’ve been scary as hell if it wasn’t him doing it. “That’s not the point. Come on.”

Bloody hell.

First, I’d been his prisoner in the cage, and now I’d become a prisoner in his bedroom. Not in a fun way, either. Why was this happening?

I clenched my fists, crushing a few of my crisps as tears burned in my eyes, but I refused to let them show. The flood of emotions I’d experienced over the past week was becoming too much to all push down at once. As soon as I dealt with certain fears or emotions, others popped up to take their place, like some horrible version of whack-a-mole.

Life just wasn’t fair. All I’d wanted to do was return to Scotland and be here for my brother. In that time, I’d been reintroduced to a childhood nightmare, imprisoned in a dungeon, and now I was the prisoner/mate of a werewolf Alpha. When would the roller coaster end?

Dougal crossed the space between us in a few long strides. He pulled me from the counter into his arms.


A feline hiss ripped from my throat, sounding every bit as feral as I felt. Once again, anger rescued me from my moodiness. “Set me down this minute!”


About Sarah:

New York Times Bestselling Author, Sarah Mäkelä, has received her Bachelor’s degree in Creative Writing. She has been inspired to read and write since reading a collection of her mother’s poetry as a child. Her real passion for writing began after receiving an Excellence in Writing award for a children’s story her seventh-grade English teacher encouraged her to enter for a school contest. Her love of romance novels became evident after picking up her first Harlequin, Chateau of Flowers by Margaret Rome, shortly thereafter.

She lives in North Carolina with her husband and cats. In her spare time, she enjoys reading, computer and console games, and traveling all over the world. She is a member of Romance Writers of America, as well as the Heart of Carolina Romance Writers and the Fantasy, Futuristic, and Paranormal chapters.



Giveaway Details:

1 winner will win a $5 Amazon Gift Card, International.
2 winners will win an eBook of THE LEOPARD WHO CLAIMED A WOLF, International.




Thursday, January 10, 2019

Blog Tour- FLYING MUTANT ZOMBIE RATS by Kat de Falla With An Excerpt & Giveaway!



I am happy to be hosting a stop on the blog tour for FLYING MUTANT ZOMBIE RATS by Kat de Falla! I have an excerpt to share with you today check it out and enter to win the giveaway below!

About The Book:



Title: FLYING MUTANT ZOMBIE RATS (Moto Maddie BMX Portal #1)
Author: Kat de Falla
Pub. Date: December 2, 2018 
Publisher: Kat de Falla
Formats: Paperback, eBook
Pages: 132

Find it: GoodreadsAmazonB&NiBooksTBD

Summer vacation is almost here! And Pea O'Neil is stoked to try out the new local BMX track which is finally open. He and his gang of friends can ride all summer long!


But when Pea tries a back flip, he unwittingly opens a portal to another dimension and hordes of flying mutant zombie rats are unleashed upon the city. With the help of an otherworldly talking cat sent to help prevent the demise of humankind, Pea and his friends must hunt down the hungry mutants and send them back before the portal closes.



But when the zombie rats attack a neighbor man, the boys have to enlist the help of a graveyard looney and the city's stray cats. With time running out, Pea and his gang track the monsters to the city's sewer system. But in the city sewer of Milwaukee, Wisconsin, it’s eat
or get eaten.



Now on to the excerpt!



CHAPTER 2
OPENING DAY
  
“Wait for me!” Pea called to his gang of seventh grade friends as he skidded to a sideways stop on his Redline. Dust settled in a brown cloud around his wheels.
School had flown by and he’d finished his Milwaukee Journal route in record time. Even so, everyone else was already therePaco the brute, Jules the brain, and the sporto twinsThad and Tad (their parents werent the brightest with names).
“About time you finished delivering papers! Ready to race?” Pea’s best friend Paco said after taking another bite of a beef stick from his dad’s store. Pea figured it must be nice not to have to earn your own spending money, and just walk in and grab a free snack whenever you were hungry.
Pea’s own dad seemed to live on protein shakes and canned salmon on crackers. His half-brothers were never around, and his mom almost always stopped for fast food on her way home from work. Sometimes his dad got a hankering to cook, and then there were feasts. Home-cooked Italian food from recipes his dad had memorized from his mother and grandmothers. But most days, Pea felt like a scavenger in his own home, living on scrambled eggs for breakfast, peanut butter and honey sandwiches for lunch, and canned chicken and stars soup he heated up for dinner.
“I’m ready!” Pea pulled into the offset starting gate, which was like the tail of the letter a, connecting with the track like an on-ramp.
Paco stood by the gate with his sparkling, almost all chrome GT bike. He had a habit of constantly shoveling food into his mouth, but in spite of that he was wiryand someone good to have on your side in a fight. The kid had honor and was true to his word. Pea liked that.
Their dads had been Force Recon Marines in Vietnam together, and honor and being a “man of your word,” as his dad always said, was what kept them alive. They’d drilled those values into their sons. The few times he’d heard his dad talk about the war, it was with Paco’s dad. They would be out in the garage, lifting weights and boxing, when Pea came in to put his bike away. Paco’s dad would sometimes put an arm around Pea’s shoulder and whisper things like, “Your dad’s a hero, boy. He always had my back.”
Pea and Paco wanted to be like their dads. So they looked out for each other. And, they were fiercely protective of the underdogs and the bullied. Once, Paco punched a sophomore in the stomach for pushing a fourth-grader off his bike and making fun of him. Pea was there in a flash, ready to back him up.
Paco was a “please and thank you” kind of guy who always complained, “Nobody has manners these days!” Pea wholeheartedly agreed.
“I pulled a pretty cool 360 jump already. You missed it!” Paco said through bites of beef stick. He flashed two five-dollar bills. “You got five bucks? Tad and Thad are in. Winner after three laps takes all.”
Pea fished a crumpled five out of his pocket and handed it over.
Pumped with adrenaline from lack of sleep, Pea took a second to study the track in broad daylight. Even better than last night. The two berms, a few double jumps, tons of rollers, and that built in half-pipeah, the launches, air tricks, and stunts that lay before him! Spring had passed painfully slowly as he watched the earth movers roll in and out of here, transforming a mound of dirt into a BMX paradise. Hed pinned all his hopes on this track, wishing this would be the best summer of his life, give him a reason besides a paper route to get out of bed. Maybe he’d even invite his dad down here when he got some really cool tricks mastered.
The sporto twins, Thad and Tad, pulled into the starting gate next to Pea on their matching Mongoose bikes. “You losers ready to eat my dust?” Pea said, hopping up and down to keep his body suspended above his seat.
“Whenever you wimps are ready, let me know.” Paco stood with his foot poised over the spring release lever. When he pushed his foot down on that, it would open the plywood doors on hinges that made up the starting gate.
Thad and Tad narrowed their eyes and tried to level identical sneers.
“You guys look constipated.”
Tad broke character and laughed, readjusting his Brewers baseball hat.
“Maybe I’ll go clone myself after I kick both your butts!” Thad said, then stuck his tongue out at them.
On the sidelines, Jules lifted his head from a notebook he’d been scribbling in and waved. “Hey, Pea!”
Pea nodded back to the fifth member of his neighborhood BMX gang. “Hey, brainiac. Want to join us?”
“Maybe next time.” Jules pushed up his glasses and continued writing. Poor Juleswho names their kid Julian? Its even worse than Peabody. No hopes of coming out of that one without getting a girly nickname. At least his professor parents had bought him a cool Takara Outlaw with sweet blue ACS Z-Rims. Not that he rode it often. Jules was usually concocting some Einsteinian calculation for ways to jump higher or hold air longer. The kid was a more mathematical genius and an inventor than a BMXer. Pea loved picking his brain when he and Paco weren’t pushing down kids who picked on him.
“Good luck.” Paco tapped knuckles with Pea for luck.
Pea eyed the first berm on the oval-shaped track. He’d have the lead if he reached it first. I’ve got this, he thought, smiling to himself even though he felt his heart beating inside his throat.
“Winner after three laps gets the cash. Deal?” Paco reminded them.
Pea wanted that money. That meant a week’s worth of vanilla sports shakes and raspberry Zingers to him. Nobody else understood.
“ThreetwooneGO! Paco stepped on the release. The boys broke through the gate.
Pea reached and rounded the berm first and had a clean landing over the first jump before the pit. Next was the pit or half-pipe. Totally rad. Pea dove straight down into it at a crazy speed. The other end was ramped and launched him back out onto the track, but not before he pulled out a clean can-can, kicking his left foot over the middle of the bike frame before he landed.
Straight into the second berm.
“Awesome!” the twins both yelled from behind.
Pea held the lead. Glancing back, he saw Thad pass his brother in the rollers, but Tad was close behind.
Lap one.
Pea decided to slow up. He let the twins pass him. He wanted that cool half-pipe all to himself on the second lap. He felt confident he’d catch them on the final lap.
Tad reached the half-pipe on lap two first and flew through it, pulling out a tabletop jump. Thad went full bore after him, trying to outdo his brother with the same move, but with more style.
“Nice,” Pea shouted, descending again into the pit. On the way out he nailed a superman, legs extended out behind him. He managed to get the bike back in control to prevent wiping out through the corner.
Paco and Jules cheered.
Lap two.
Pushing himself to catch the twins, Pea pedaled hard, making his legs scream.
Last lap! The three of them roared through the pit a third time, banked hard around the berm, nailed the rounds, and had only the last double to contend with. Pea snuck inside and beat them both, the twins barreling in behind him toward the finish.
He’d won!
Skidding in a semicircle to a stop, Pea watched in horroras if he watched a video in slo-moas Tad pulled right and Thad left on the last jump. Tad didnt catch enough height for his parachute jump and smashed Thad in midair. His front tire landed first, sending him flying over his handlebars. His body reconnected with earth with a loud thump and he bounced and skidded to a stop at Pea’s feet.
Tad tossed his bike off the track in midair and landed on his feet, running. His bike sailed through the air and disappeared into the same bushes where the cat had appeared last night.

Pea coughed from the haze of kicked-up dirt surrounding them. Laughing, Tad asked, “Hey guys, where’s my bike?” before he glimpsed his brother, still at Pea’s feet, and not moving.





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Kat was born and raised in Milwaukee, Wisconsin where she learned to roller skate, ride a banana seat bike, and love Shakespeare. She holds a Doctor of Pharmacy degree and is happily employed as a retail pharmacist. She is married to her soul mate, composer Lee de Falla and raising four kids together ala the Brady Bunch. The Seer's Lover was Kat's first book and she is working feverishly on four different series at the moment!

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Tour Schedule:
Week One:
12/17/2018-Twirling Book Princess- Excerpt
12/18/2018- Ogitchida Kwe's Book Blog- Spotlight
12/19/2018- CoffeeCocktailsandBooks Blog- Review
12/20/2018- Texan Holly Reads- Review
12/21/2018- BookHounds YA- Review
12/22/2018- What A Nerd Girl Says- Excerpt

Week Two:
12/26/2018- Always Me- Review
12/27/2018- The Pages In-Between- Review
12/28/2018- Novel Novice- Excerpt

Week Three:
12/31/2018- Owl Always Be Reading- Excerpt
1/2/2019- Two Chicks on Books- Excerpt
1/3/2019- A Dream Within A Dream- Excerpt
1/4/2019- Good Choice Reading- Excerpt

Week Four:
1/7/2019- Jaime's World- Excerpt
1/8/2019- Book-Keeping- Review
1/9/2019- Parajunkee - Excerpt
1/10/2019- Two Chicks on Books Facebook- Excerpt

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