The Cure by Tania Hagan: Excerpt + Giveaway

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Title:  The Cure
Author:   Tania Hagan
Published:  February 16th, 2016
Publisher:  Crushing Hearts and Black Butterfly Publishing
Genre:  YA Dystopian
Content Warning:   Mild violence, romantic scenes, mild foul language

Synopsis:  Eighteen-year-old Genesis Weatherby is a clone of a long-dead silent-screen star. In order to eradicate cancer, GOD–the Genetic Operations Division–only allows procreation by way of the code-regeneration system. All of her life, Genny has learned “Original” births are the greatest threat to the cancer-free world. But, what happens when dashing British newcomer, Nat Wilkinson, steps into her perfect life, and overturns everything she ever believed?
Buoyed by their love for each other, as well as by their mutual distrust of GOD, Nat and Genny hatch a dangerous plan to change the system, one child at a time.
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About the Author:

Tania Hagan has been a writer most of her adult life. The Cure is her first work of fiction. Tania resides in Chicago with her husband, her daughter, and her three dogs.

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Excerpt from The Cure by Tania Hagan:

     That night, I was no longer Genny Weatherby. She was dead. At least, she might as well have been dead. For the life of me, I couldn’t remember who I was now supposed to be. I had used her name like it was my own earlier in the day. I had thrown it out there, and I’d owned it. But, at the moment, it escaped me. I knew it didn’t really matter. Whoever she was, she looked just like me. Everyone on that list looked just like me.
     I made a halfhearted attempt to pull her name into my head as I crouched behind the stack of alfalfa bales. The storage shed, which was little more than a roof supported by eight tall metal posts, provided little shelter for me.
     I knew I was not out in the open, so I couldn’t be discovered. Despite the imperfect nature of my hiding place, at least I was hidden.
     I tried to relax a bit since I had already been there for half an hour. He’d told me to stay in the car, but I’d felt trapped. Plus, if anyone came looking for us, the first place they would look would be the car. That was my logic.
     My ankles were swollen. My stomach ached, and the sweet, fresh-cut grass smell permeating from the alfalfa only accentuated the problem. At any other time in my life, I would have welcomed the scent, but not now.
     My long red hair was pulled into a tight pony-tail. I loosened the band a bit, and pulled a few of the tighter strands out, in order to alleviate some of the pounding in my head. Along with the hair, I also released some of the familiar cherry-almond scent from my shampoo. I didn’t remember how long it had been since I’d last washed my hair, but, apparently, the sweet odor outlasted the cleanliness. Even that pleasant scent turned my stomach.
     We hadn’t eaten all day. We’d left our last bag of supplies on top of our car when we’d taken off in a hurry the night before. It was my fault. I knew better than to pull out the entire bag just for one meal. But, I had thought we would have plenty of time to repack before we had to flee.
     I had the old-fashioned rifle by my side. Of course, I didn’t know how to use it. The impromptu training I had gone through a couple of days before had done nothing for my confidence, let alone my skill. But, it made him feel better knowing I had a way to protect myself if we were ever separated like we were now.
     I yawned, and I allowed myself to lean back a bit onto the itchy bale behind me. I was so tired. I never knew I could be so tired. I had only been able to steal maybe four hours of sleep since yesterday morning.
     The stars in the clear Nevada sky glistened above my head. Somewhere in the distance, a coyote howled into the night.
     I propped my growing ankles up on another bale, hoping they would eventually deflate. I was wearing my mom’s expensive hiking boots. Even if my own, cheaper shoes had still fit me comfortably, they would not have made it through this journey. As I sunk further into the hay, my back thanked me for the relief, and I edged slowly towards sleep.
     A year ago, this would have been the last place I’d thought I would be. I was supposed to be getting ready to start college. I had been accepted to the University of Kansas, and I’d planned to have all of my supplies, including bedding and decorations for my dorm, ready by the end of August. School would be starting in the middle of September. I was going to follow in my sister’s footsteps by majoring in Political Science, and entering the pre-law program. There was no chance of that happening now.
     Almost everything I had ever learned about the world was a lie. So many things I’d believed were good, now appeared to be nothing short of evil.
     They had eradicated cancer, but at what price? I was still reeling from the information we’d recently heard. It had overturned everything I knew.
     As part of our curriculum since Kindergarten, we’d learned all about how The Cure had come into being. While we were allowed some degree of laziness in subjects such as Math, and Language, US History was drilled into our brains from the time we could read.
     Eliminating cancer topped the list of important accomplishments in World History as well. No event, anywhere, at any time, even came close to the importance of The Cure. Except for a few fluke cancer-cases here and there, no one dreaded the beast in quite the same way our ancestors had.
     I thought of my little brother and sister. They were two of the lights of my life, as was my whole family. Now, I wondered if they were safe at all…


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Giveaway Details:

There is a tour wide giveaway. Prizes include the following:

2 X $10 gift cards

The Cure tote bag with handmade, beaded stretch bookmark

GOD coffee mug with DNA keychain

DNA earrings with silver-toned necklace

Giveaway is International
Ends February 22nd at 11:59 PM ET


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Boundless Buddy: L.E. Fitzpatrick + Trailer

Hey, blog buddies! My newest “Boundless Buddy” is L.E. Fitzpatrick – the author of The Running Game (its cover is enviable btw). Keep reading to see if she spills the beans!

What was the inspiration for “The Running Game?”
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I’m really interested in the dark side of Russian history and I got thinking about what it would take for that level of paranoia and corruption to hit Britain. Building on that idea I basically worked through the ways in which our society would collapse, pulling in more and more themes and ideas. Terrorism, famine, disease – all very chirpy ideas – above all I just wanted to create a story about people fighting for their own survival whatever the cost and trying to bridge the gap between right and wrong, good and bad. 
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What was your favorite part about writing “The Running Game?”
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My favorite part of The Running Game was undoubtedly the scenes with Roxy. In this book Roxy is a roguish character who upsets the dynamics of the rest of the characters. He’s flirtatious, outrageous and utterly self-absorbed. His interactions with John are great fun to write, but he also amps up the dark humor in the story and offers a little break from some of the bleaker scenes.
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What scared you while writing your book?
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Consistency. I’m a perfectionist and the plot of this story is so intricate it was a constant source of stress and worry from me while writing and editing the novel.
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What advice do you have for aspiring writers?
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Write a story you would love to read, so many authors try to write for an audience or a market and you can feel their passion isn’t behind their work. It doesn’t matter if you love reading something unpopular or obscure, if you love it and have faith in it so will your readers.

What advice do you have for bloggers and authors trying to expand their online presence?

I’m feeling slightly hypocritical (she’s so thoughtful) in answering this question, because I’m by no means a master of social media, but I’ve learned two things that are important. Give advice and take advice wherever you can. The best things that happened to me throughout my writing career have been because I have discussed my work and other writer’s work online, making connections, sharing ideas and even forming groups. You can’t put a price on good connections and there is such a great community out there, if you can find like minded people, keep them close, support them and they will always have your back.
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Which book do you wish you would’ve written?
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If I could have written one book it would Jonathan Strange and Mr Norrell by Susana Clarke. In my opinion it is probably one of the most well crafted, well thought out fantasy novels I have ever read.
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What is something none (or very few) of your readers know about you? 
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I also work as an editor with lots of other authors covering a wide range of genres (Multifaceted AND multi-talented…she puts us all to shame).
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What is the biggest lie you’ve told?
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I didn’t kill him officer – only kidding (Lol she’s hilarious). I’m actually a terrible liar when it comes to things I’ve done, normally I cave straight away. 
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What is your favorite TV show?
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Firefly. Bring it back. (Also bring back Deadwood too while you’re at it).
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Which authors have inspired you the most?
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The biggest author I fangirl over is John Connolly. I buy everything I can of his, follow his every word and may or may not have some form of shrine dedicated to him in my cupboard. Seriously though, his Charlie Parker novels are the most intensely scary and disturbing books I have ever read and if I can make one person feel about my work, the way I feel about his, I’ll be very happy.

Watch the Trailer for The Running Game!

Read the Book!

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Author: L.E. Fitzpatrick

Genre: Dystopian

Rachel’s father called it the running game. Count the exits, calculate the routes. Always be ready to run because they’ll always be coming for you. Whatever happens, they’ll always be coming for you.

On the surface, Rachel is just an ordinary doctor, trying to stay alive in war-torn London, but she has a secret. Rachel is a Reacher – wanted by the government and by the criminal underworld – for her telekinetic powers.

Charlie and his brother John had a reputation for doing the impossible. But after losing his family, Charlie is a broken mess and John is barely keeping him afloat. In desperation, they take a job from a ruthless ganglord only to discover the girl they are hunting is a Reacher – one of their own kind.

James Roxton, a conman and thief, is searching for the man who tried to kill his mother. Suddenly embroiled into the plan to kidnap Rachel, he decides he can turn things to his own advantage.

Even with the help of dangerous and dubious allies, can Rachel turn the game around and save herself?

Author Biography

L E Fitzpatrick is a writer of dark adventure stories and thrillers. Under the watchful eye of her beloved rescue Staffordshire Bull Terrier, she leaps from trains and climbs down buildings, all from the front room of a tiny cottage in the middle of the Welsh countryside.

Inspired by cult film and TV, L E Fitzpatrick’s fiction is a collection of twisted worlds and realities, broken characters, and high action. She enjoys pushing the boundaries of her imagination and creating hugely entertaining stories.

The Running Game, her latest book and the first installment of her dystopian Reacher series, is due for re-release in October 2015 under the Booktrope label.

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Tell me what you think about the trailer and the interview in the comments section! Happy reading!

Review: Under the Never Sky

I wrote this review roughly two and a half years ago for self-examination purposes (flashback to thirteen year old Shouryaman), and I’m finally releasing it to the world in all of its literary glory. Frankly, it’s the first legitimate book review I wrote, and I thought I would pay homage to the days I didn’t feel like the sky was going to fall. Without further adieu, voila:

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“Exiled from her home, the enclosed city of Reverie, Aria knows her chances of surviving in the outer wasteland—known as The Death Shop—are slim. Then Aria meets an Outsider named Perry. He’s wild—a savage—and her only hope of staying alive. A hunter for his tribe in a merciless landscape, Perry views Aria as sheltered and fragile—everything he would expect from a Dweller. But he needs Aria’s help too; she alone holds the key to his redemption.

In alternating chapters told in Aria’s and Perry’s voices, Under the Never Sky subtly and powerfully captures the evolving relationship between these characters and sweeps readers away to a harsh but often beautiful world. Continuing with Through the Ever Night and concluding with Into the Still Blue, the Under the Never Sky trilogy has already been embraced by readers in twenty-six countries and been optioned for film by Warner Bros.”

Honestly, I’m slightly disappointed. Just slightly. Not because of the novel’s storyline (which was certainly distinct from the YA dystopian fiction slush pile) or characters, but rather because it has so much potential! The main issue I found with Under the Never Sky was its lethargic pace in the middle of the book, which continually dragged through shallow waters of lifeless scenes without even a sign of treasure gold, perhaps with the singular exception of Aria and Peregrine’s encounter with the Croven (and subsequent rendezvous with Marron). It took me FOREVER to finish, and I found myself struggling to flip the pages. Moreover, I thought Aria and Perry’s romance was clichéd, rushed (I felt like they hated each other one second, and the next, they were making out in a tree house), and somewhat demeaning to Aria’s admirable qualities, specifically her self-determination and independence.

However, in no way does Under the Never Sky’s pace or clichés undermine the originality and eloquence of Rossi’s storytelling, which demonstrates a masterful grasp of plot, diction and syntax that unfortunately only sporadically provide staccato, yet evocative, bursts of exhilaration. Rossi’s prose is ornate and elaborate, grounding her worldbuilding and characterization, but not overly florid, establishing a relatively “golden mean” that I absolutely adored, especially considering her previous career as an oil painter. Furthermore, Rossi’s characters are three-dimensional and complex with striking emotional depth, particularly Peregrine, whose strength of character is merely amplified by his manifest flaws and mounting struggles. The underlying message of the effects of political nepotism, governmental corruption, and technological dependence were equally refreshing and offbeat. Oh, and let’s not forget the dual perspectives! Frankly, these are often blatantly nauseating, but I thoroughly appreciated Rossi’s truly seamless switch between Aria and Perry’s (relatively) engaging voices.

All in all, I rate it a 3.5 (or maybe 4…I’m clearly bipolar) stars out of 5, but it definitely has the potential of a 5 star novel. Rossi unravels the grave realities of corruption, environmental degradation, and technological innovation with a steady and sure hand. Poised, resonating, and invigorating, Under the Never Sky is (fairly) memorable and (essentially) lives up to the hype.

Favorite Quote: “If there was no fear, how could there be comfort? Or courage?” – Aria

Favorite Fangirl Moment: When I recognized Rossi’s pure brilliance in naming Aria’s fictional world, “Reverie.” (Not really a fangirl moment, but you get the idea…right?)

Favorite Character: Cinder (let’s be real here: Cinder is epic)

Favorite Scene: the first scene, wherein Soren discovers the unparalleled exaltation of arson. Sigh.

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