Author: Megan Curd
Genre: Dystopian
Blurb:
AVERY PIKE is a
commodity. No, more than a commodity. Her existence is guarded at all costs.
She’s a water
Elementalist, the strongest of her dwindling kind. She creates steam to provide
energy to fuel Dome Three: the only thing standing between humanity and an
earth ravaged by World War III. No steam, no Dome. No Dome, no life.
Or so she thinks.
That is, until a mysterious
man offers her a way out of having to donate steam. A way to escape the corrupt
government of Dome Three. While the offer seems too good to be true, Avery is
intrigued.
But when she arrives to
her new home, she realizes the grass isn’t any less dead on this side of the
fence. Instead, the lies are just hidden better.
…Which means digging
deeper.
When Avery enlists the
help of her friends to uncover the truth, it may make her wonder if she was
better off being a government tool than searching for freedom.
Some secrets are better
left concealed, but humankind was never meant to live in a cage. And when you
can control the most sought after resource, you can learn to control
anything…including the fate of your world.
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BIO: Megan Curd is a graduate of Northwestern College in St. Paul,
Minnesota. While having always enjoyed reading any books she could get her
hands on, Megan didn’t begin writing until a friend encouraged her to do so
while in college.
When not writing, Megan enjoys spending time
with her family and friends. She loves to snowboard and travel to new places,
and doesn’t turn down the opportunity to play xBox with her brother and friends
when it presents itself.
Megan currently resides in Stanton, Kentucky
with her husband, son, and Great Dane named Dozer.
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EXCERPT
The Polatzi woman’s broad body blocked the view of my intended
hallway. Her hands were on her hips, and her piercing gaze felt as if it might
actually impale me.
Do they teach that death stare to every Polatzi, or is this woman
particularly nasty?
“Avery Pike?”
I jutted my chin in the air. “Who’s asking?”
“You were off the grid last night.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
I pushed past her before she could say more and felt the smooth
fabric of her cape slap my legs as I passed. Fiery anger consumed me, but I
kept my expression neutral. Damn Polatzi. They gave me nothing but unanswered
questions and a lice-ridden bed at an overcapacity orphanage, yet expected me
to revere them. Providing steam–being an asset they couldn’t get rid of–gave me
immunity to the Polatzi as long as I didn’t do anything stupid.
Like skipping class and going to see Alice during a night of
sweeps.
Yeah, that would fall under the category of life-threateningly
stupid, which was a couple notches above incredibly stupid.
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