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Sunday, June 7, 2015

Implanted by Heather Letto w Giveaway!


Hi everyone! Thanks for stopping by for Implanted by Heather Letto book blitz with Xpresso Book Tours. 


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Book & Author Details:

Implanted by Heather Letto
(Ascension #2)
Publication date: June 2015
Genres: Dystopia, Young Adult

Synopsis:
After a narrow escape from the city of Impervious, Fran’s heart aches for the ones she left behind. Will her brother ever connect the dots? And, what about Pete? Could he, along with the remaining Rebels, have survived the Council’s violent oppression?
As Fran ponders the fate of her friends, an even more disturbing revelation drops into her world—the knowledge that she, along with anyone who had lived underground remains implanted with the sinister presence of the Council. A fate rendering her powerless to save.
Yet one with pure blood, untouched by the Council’s defiling, lives among them. Could he be the new lifeline of hope? Is salvation of the city worth risking the life of this one-and-only?


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Excerpt from IMPLANTED, book 2 of The Ascension Series
Suddenly, another bellow filled the air, causing tiny bumps to rise on Ret’s forearms. He dumped the bowl and swiped an extra rock from the dirt, tossed it into his pouch and took off in the direction of Sophie’s wails.
As he raced along the river’s edge, Sophie launched another battle cry. If she was this upset, her cubs must be in danger. Ret broke into a full run, loading his sling as he followed the sound.
But when he reached the clearing, the cubs appeared safe, wrestling and rolling in the meadow as usual. Sophie, on the other hand, stood on her hind legs, knee deep in the river, with the rapids splashing up high on her furry form. Her cry of distress continued and Ret wondered if she’d been injured. 
He slowed to a walk as he approached, clucking his tongue in a soothing manner. What had always worked in the past, however, didn’t seem to faze the mother bear. Once near enough, Ret assessed her from head to toe. No obvious wounds. She stood upright and strong, and bellowed again, filling the air with thick vibrations. 
Ret’s gaze whipped along the raging river and a swatch of color caught his eye. Had someone fallen into the rapids? Ret knew the villagers opted not to enter the river this time of year claiming his sport of rapid riding to be a bit extreme. Yet, his gut—and Sophie—told him something wasn’t right.
He scanned the shoreline with Sophie’s desperate cries as a backdrop. On a nearby river rock, Ret saw a torn cloth clinging to the rock’s edge. His eyes darted from one rock to another while searching the foamy islands. 
He saw her hand first. Laying casually on top of a boulder as if she’d simply stopped for a rest while swimming. Her body, wedged between the boulder and mass of sharp stones, lifted and dipped as the water passed over and under her form. 
Like the rushing of the water before him, adrenaline cut through Ret’s veins. He thrust himself, waist deep, into the freezing water. Before he could even wonder what had brought Wolf into these dangerous rapids, the current yanked at his body. He carved a trail to the high boulder, the roar of the river drowning out Sophie’s wails. 
The torrent labored to hamper his progress, but Ret pushed back. Would the ferocious waters dislodge Wolf, sending her downriver before he could reach her? His mind reeled with calculations—percentage of submerged mass in relation to the speed of the current—as if he could determine the number of remaining moments before she launched. She bobbed on the water’s surface, and Ret swallowed back lumpy fear. He reached out and lunged, catching her around the waist. Relief lasted a short moment, as Ret rolled her over to face the sky. 
Her skin was ashen grey. 
Ret looked back at the shore. Could he maneuver her back in time? He couldn’t risk losing a precious second. Instead, he hefted her limp body fully onto the boulder that had served as her temporary refuge. After crawling to her side, he placed a finger on her carotid artery, and a wave of relief exploded through him. He felt a feathery pulse—but she wasn’t breathing. 
With a supportive hand beneath her skull, he pulled down on her chin, rolled her head back, and opened her mouth. Without hesitation, he performed as he had been taught. He covered her lips with his own, pinched her nose and sent a strong breath into her lungs. He watched her chest. No movement. He repeated the process. 
No rise. No fall. He pinched off her nose, covered her mouth with his own and released another breath before sitting back on his heels.
 “Come on, Rebel. Breathe!”

Character Interview with “Doc”
INTERVIEWER: “We are greatly honored to have the creator of the city of Impervious with us today, Dr. Benjamin Leiben. Welcome, Doctor Leiben!”
DOC: “Thank you for inviting me. I’m happy to be here. And, please, call me, Doc.” Doc sits into the chair across from me at the interview table. “Do you have any tea?”
INTERVIEWER: “Of course!” I slide a previously brewed cup across the table. “I thought you might enjoy this mango-ginger blend.”
DOC: Doc sips from the cup and nods his head. “Very good.” 
INTERVIEWER: “So, word around town is that you personally designed the underground city of Impervious. Can you tell us more about that?”
DOC: Doc laughs. “Well, yes. The idea was actually birthed with my four buddies from college. On a lark of sorts. The idea of building a luxurious self-contained bunker, that is.” Doc pushes his cup away, places his elbow onto the table and rests chin on fists. “You see, we were really just a group of science geeks, enamored with apocalyptic scenarios.”
INTERVIEWER: “So, when did idea turn to action, then?”
DOC: “Oh, when the threat of a true apocalypse began to surface, I suppose. That’s when Marcus sought us out. He was the financier, so to speak.”
INTERVIEWER: “But then things turned?”
DOC: “Well, yes.” Doc stands and begins to pace the interview room.
“Something snapped inside of Marcus. Maybe it was always there.” Doc shakes his head. “I don’t know.” 
INTERVIEWER: “But you superseded his desire to control, huh?”
DOC: “Yes, yes. My lovely bride, Ema and myself. We birthed…” Doc laughs at his choice of words, “quite literally, I would say, we birthed a better plan.”
INTERVIEWER: “Retter?” I ask. 
DOC: “Retter.”  He agrees.
INTERVIEWER: Something in his voice chills me… like I had just stepped onto holy ground.  Shaken, I excuse myself and slip out of the room. 


AUTHOR BIO:

I’m a book-writing, selfie-taking, latte-drinking, social media gal. I’m living a good life on the road as a full-fledged Bedouin (Well, except, my tent is actually a fully-equipped RV.) Me and my partner-in-crime (Benj) tend to hunker down wherever the skies are clear and the temps stay in the 70’s. We call ourselves Gypsy Nerds because we aimlessly wander the U.S. with glasses perched upon our noses and faces jammed into computer screens (for the first half the day... The second half of the day is typically devoted to playing because we’re also somewhat immature.)

Like most authors, the characters I create are my extended family.  And like most readers, when the story ends, I get a little sad. In real life, I have two handsome, hardworking, grown-up boys who know how to make their Mama proud! *Waves to Joey and Mike!*

The Ascension Series is my debut into the world of YA fiction.

I’m living what I love and loving what I live! 

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GIVEAWAYS

Individual giveaways:
one (1) ebook copy of Implanted. Open internationally. 

Blitz-wide giveaway (INTL)
  • Signed copy of IMPERVIOUS and IMPLANTED + a $25 Amazon gift card

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Monday, March 16, 2015

Impervious by Heather Letto book blitz w Giveaway!


Hi everyone! Thanks for stopping by for the Impervious by Heather Letto book blitz with Xpresso Book Tours. 

Impervious (Ascension #1)
Book & Author Details:

Impervious by Heather Letto 
(Ascension #1) 
Publication date: April 29th 2014
Genres: Dystopia, Young Adult

Synopsis:
The residents of Impervious are the remnant, the survivors of the war of Annihilation. And though the city is chockfull of pleasures to tantalize and entertain, a beast lurks in the corners, haunting the residents with its presence. The Beast, a mysterious and terminal illness killed off most of Generations One, Two, and Three. And as Gen-Four prepares to take the stage, a provocative, yet questionable, new method to avoid an untimely death incites a cultural rage. But Fran lives counter-culture, off the grid in true rebel fashion. With a life far from opulent, she scurries through dark tunnels, searching for hot meals with Pete while ditching the holographic security team. To her, it's a healthy trade-off. Unaccountability means The Council can't steal her sliver of hope, a belief that she'll see The Epoch arrive before The Beast can pull her into its Fetid embrace.



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Heather Letto's Impervious Excerpt

Fran spied Gillius, third in line, in front of a girl with a sleek chestnut mane. Like the others, Gillius’ left fist rested on his chest, pinky pointed upward as he gave honor to the great city of Impervious. His glassy stare screamed of the venom already snaking through his veins, soon to bring an end to his life.
A shudder shook Fran as she wondered about corporeal termination. Rumors spoke of an excruciating end where the forfeitures dropped into agonizing spasms of death during the final pageant. Fran shivered again and reminded herself that sensationalism stemmed from useless gossip which, in turn, always led to melodrama. Then again, the entire event was absurd, so why not?
She questioned whether she and Pete should even be there, gawking like a typical resident as the parade worked their way down the stairs from center stage to the outside rim of the circle. They began an official promenade moving as one unit, soundlessly, like a snake slithers through tall grasses. Right behind Gillius, the girl—what’s her name?—moved with the grace of a dancer, while glowing hair cascaded about her shoulders like the velvety train of her robe.
Chestnut Peak―that was it.
As the procession moved closer, Fran could make out their facial features with better clarity. Chestnut’s obvious youth surprised her. As far as she knew, no one under twenty-five had ever forfeited, yet this girl still had the look of a mid-lifer, like Fran.
The line swayed with rhythmic motion, and soon snaked only fifteen feet or so away from the venting where Fran and Pete hid. The eerie silence which enshrouding the promenade morphed into the sound of rushing air. A dozen pairs of slippers moved in a whisper just a few inches from Fran’s eyes. When the fourth set of feet swished into her line of vision, Fran noticed a hesitation.
“Ladies and gentlemen, would you please bow your heads as Sasha Lee Dees surrenders, and we give honor to her name.”
Sasha? Fran sucked in her breath.
The entire march halted. A deafening silence reverberated through the courts followed by horrific gurgling sounds. Then, Sasha dropped to the floor. Not more than a few feet from where Fran sat tucked into the venting, her chestnut head rolled from side to side and her eyes shone like polished black orbs.
Back when Fran still lived in the Old East Wing, Sasha had visited their pod once or twice to work with Ted on his macros. Fran remembered spying on them from her doorway, hoping to catch her brother making a move or something. She could almost hear Sasha’s easy laughter and witty remarks.
Now, however, her eyes locked onto Fran’s as if screaming for help. Her face contorted, and her body trembled. Fran felt a vibration move through her own body as her nerves quivered in sympathetic pain. Sasha’s arms and legs splayed and spasmed as her back arched and head thrashed about. A sickening, acrid odor, like a mix of poison and death, wafted from the velvety robe, and bile rose in Fran’s throat. Finally, Sasha’s eyes rolled back into her head, and her movement terminated.
A cheer erupted from the crowd who loitered on overhead balconies and platforms, and Fran clasped her hands over her mouth stifle the scream that roared through her body. All Accountable residents of legal viewing age watched the event. It was a big deal. Although some probably scrutinized from a small screen in the comfort of their living pods, too many just couldn’t resist the sick urge to watch it live.
The cheers finally died down, and when reverence returned, the swishing slippers resumed. The seven forfeitures in line behind Sasha tiptoed over the fallen body and continued the march, leaving Sasha where she dropped. 

Heather Letto - Character Interview with Fran and Ted Monde
“Hey there, Fran. We have an audience just dying to meet you. Say howdy!”
“Hey.”
*Waves.*
 “Word around town is that you’re a Rebel… what’s up with that?”
*Snorts.*
“Yeah, I’m a Rebel. But, whatever. You might be too, if you had to live down here.”
“Yeah? Why?”
“Well… I suppose if you like the Council nosing around in your business, and if you like the idea of dying without hope and the shenanigans that go along with living like a moron, you’d be fine. But, if you knew in your gut that there was something else and couldn’t stomach the idea of giving up the search for whatever that something was… then, yeah, you’d be a Rebel, too.”
“Wow. That’s a mouthful. Apparently, you have some strong feelings about that. So tell us, Fran, who did you bring along with you today?”
*Looks out the corner of her eye.*
“This is my brother, Ted. He’s one of those morons I was telling you about.”
“Woah!” *Ted joins in with laughter.* “Settle down Wickworm!”
“Yeah.  A little harsh, there, Fran. Why ‘moron’?”
“Well, let’s just say, we used to see eye-to-eye. But, now?” *Shrugs.* “Now he looks at life through the lens of a “Westie.”
“And Westies are bad?”
“No, not bad…” *Fran Smirks.* “Just moronic.”
*Ted shakes his head in silent laughter.*
So what’s your story, Ted?
“Nothing spectacular.  Unless you think rags to riches is cool.”
“Rags to riches?”
“Yes. My wife and I have done very well for ourselves.”
*Winks at me before taking a sip from a water bottle.*
*Fran rolls her eyes and huffs.*
“Hmm. Looks like there are some family issues to work out here. How about I leave you two alone to work through those.”
*Fran holds up a peace sign.*
*Ted grabs his sister in a side-hug before flashing a blinding-white smile.*
“Thanks for having us,” They say in unsion.

A Word from the Crowd

Today, we’ve rounded up the characters of Impervious and asked them all one question:
In just one word, how would you sum up our main character, Fran?

Pete: Arcs a brow while his mouth twitches to a smile. “Hot.”
Ted: While shaking his head. “Wickworm.”
Nissa: “Who, Wickerbug?” Waves a hand, “I don’t know… I think she’s mad at me.”
Chan:  “Messenger.”
Folsom: Squints into the light. “Who?”
Derrick: “Smooth. No, wait, I mean, cool. And brave.”
Random Council member:  Scoffs, “Rebel.”
Tanya: Scratches her head. “Interesting.”
Retter:  Shrugs, “Friend?”
Ruth: “My joy.” Tears glisten.
Ian: Chuckles. “Sarah-Fran? Oh, definitely Princess.”
Ben: “Fortunate.”
Ema: While patting Ben’s shoulder. “Oh, yes, she’s fortunate, dear. But I’d add delightful as well.”
Marcus: Sneers, “Mine.”
There you have it… the many marks Fran has left on her world. Read her story to find out which character you agree with!

�Yes. My wife and I have done very well for ourselves.”

*Winks at me before taking a sip from a water bottle.*
*Fran rolls her eyes and huffs.*
“Hmm. Looks like there are some family issues to work out here. How about I leave you two alone to work through those.”
*Fran holds up a peace sign.*
*Ted grabs his sister in a side-hug before flashing a blinding-white smile.*
“Thanks for having us,” They say in unsion.

AUTHOR BIO:

I’m a book-writing, selfie-taking, latte-drinking, social media gal. I’m living a good life on the road as a full-fledged Bedouin (Well, except, my tent is actually a fully-equipped RV.) Me and my partner-in-crime (Benj) tend to hunker down wherever the skies are clear and the temps stay in the 70’s. We call ourselves Gypsy Nerds because we aimlessly wander the U.S. with glasses perched upon our noses and faces jammed into computer screens (for the first half the day... The second half of the day is typically devoted to playing because we’re also somewhat immature.)

Like most authors, the characters I create are my extended family.  And like most readers, when the story ends, I get a little sad. In real life, I have two handsome, hardworking, grown-up boys who know how to make their Mama proud! *Waves to Joey and Mike!*

The Ascension Series is my debut into the world of YA fiction. 

I’m living what I love and loving what I live! 

Author links:


GIVEAWAYS

Individual giveaways:
I'm giving away one (1) ebook copy of Impervious. Open internationally. 

Blitz-wide giveaway (INTL)
  • A signed copy of Impervious
  • $25 Amazon Gift Card
  • ends March 26th:

a Rafflecopter giveaway