Blog Tour Excerpt & Giveaway - Resist by Tracey Martin

Resist
(Redzone #2)
Author: Tracey Martin
Published by: Samhain Publishing
Publication Date: November 17th, 2015
Genres: New Adult, Science Fiction, Thriller

Book Description:
Truth is a powerful weapon…but explosives never hurt.

Sophia can run but she can’t hide. RedZone is on her tail and those of the six tech-augmented soldiers who escaped its clutches with her. If she could only focus on fighting her way to safety, she might live long enough to disappear. But it’s not just her own backside she needs to watch out for.

At her side is her boyfriend, Kyle. He’s the reason she found the courage to escape, and she’ll do anything to keep him and his secrets out of RedZone’s hands. Only problem is, since she was once sent to capture him, he has good reason not to trust her.

In fact, there’s not much trust to go around. RedZone keeps finding them, suggesting someone is a traitor. And if that’s not enough to recapture the group, the organization has a backup plan. One that will force Sophia and Kyle to choose between safety and risking everything one more time.

Warning: Contains killer robots, mutant college students, and dangerous super soldiers. And those are the good guys. It’s enough to make a rogue assassin wish she were taking her philosophy final instead.

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Excerpt

“I’m sorry,” I tell Kyle, and I cringe.

I’d sworn I wouldn’t hurt him by apologizing again, but I can’t keep my mouth shut. The musty smell, the dusty darkness and the cold weaken my resolve. Or maybe my resolve died as the result of coming so close to being captured. My guilt was reawakened by RedZone’s proximity.

A tiny flashlight throws my world into an eerie, yet somehow appropriate, dungeon of shadows. The dark, colorless shapes surrounding me are unfamiliar and unfriendly. They’re reminders that I don’t belong here, or possibly anywhere. Only Kyle, his body pressed against me for warmth, is real and alive.

After we fled the forest of cut trees, we ran until we found the self-storage lot I’d noticed on the way into town. I navigated us through poorly angled security cameras, and Kyle picked the lock on one of the units. Someone had left boxes of clothes in this one, along with stacks of camping gear and beaten furniture. It was perfect for our needs. So now we huddle on a sofa of dubious cleanliness, a stranger’s worn fleeces piled on top of us and a single flashlight casting the unit in shades of gray. As far as accommodations go, I’ve dealt with worse, and at least there’s no more wind within the sheet-metal walls.

Kyle shifts, and his leg brushes mine. I try not to twitch, but rather than comfortably snuggling against him like I used to, our position feels unfortunately awkward. My blurted apology doesn’t help.

“I forgive you,” he says after the silence has stretched for a daring minute.

I do twitch this time, startled by the simplicity of those words and the effect they have on me. “You do?”

My dark vision is good enough that I can see the emotions that war over his face. He sighs. “Yeah. Duh, Hernandez. If that’s even your real name.” It’s not, and he damn well knows it, but I appreciate the attempt at levity. Hearing Kyle crack a joke, even a lame joke, helps me breathe normally. “I know you didn’t do any of this on purpose. You’re as much a victim of these people as I am, and I don’t want to be angry at you about it. I’m just not sure what that means though, so don’t ask.”

I bristle at being called a victim, but Kyle’s not wrong to use the word. It fits the situation well enough, even if I dislike the implications. I’m both liar and dupe. Assassin and target. Not to mention hero and villain. “What what means?”

He pulls his fleece up to his chin, and the movement has the sad effect of increasing the space between us. I refrain from inching closer. “What forgiving you means. What not being angry means. For us.”

“Oh.” I curl my fingers around my jacket sleeves because they’re trembling. Does that mean there’s still an us? Somewhere, buried among the secrets we’ve kept and the lies we’ve told, the truth that existed between us remains?

 

About the Author

Tracey Martin grew up outside of Philadelphia, the lucky recipient of a drama-free childhood, which is why she spent so much time reading about other people’s lives. It was while she was working on her doctorate in psychology that she had an epiphany–imaginary people are way more fun than real ones. And so she began writing. Never able to choose just one of anything, she currently writes both urban fantasy for adults and contemporary stories for teens.

She likes her coffee simple, her music epic, and her movies to contain explosions. A city girl at heart, she doesn’t understand how she and her husband ended up living in New Hampshire, but writing keeps her off the mean, small town streets. You can find her online at tracey-martin.com.

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