Justice by Rebecca Royce
ISBN: C 978-1-61333-629-8
Book Length: ## 147 pages
Publisher: ## Decadent Publishing
DESCRIPTION
My name is Rachel Clancy, and if you’re
reading this, chances are I am dead. I have returned to Genesis, my family and
Chad. I think I might even be happy. But you know, happy endings aren’t for
everyone least of all me.
Dr. Icahn is still out there, and if I
have any hope of finishing this fight once and for all—I will need the help of
those who want to kill me. Please don’t think me a hero or a martyr. I’m just a
girl, who’s made a lot of mistakes, but I know what I have to do.
And know, whatever happens next, I
didn’t do it for me. I did it for a future that I have to have faith will
exist…even if I’m not there to see it.
Goodreads link to book: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/19112830-justice?from_search=true
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
My name is Rachel Clancy.
If you’ve been reading these books, then you already
know that. But I feel the need to introduce myself to you every time I start a
new one, like you might have just found me, or you’re a stranger I don’t know.
Manners dictate the introduction although I suspect I’ll never know your name
in return, which is okay. Maybe it’s better I never do.
I haven’t held anything back from you. I’ve not tried
to make myself look better or less selfish or more mature. No, I wrote down
everything the way I remember it happening. Someone else might remember the
events differently but this is how it happened for me, or at least how I see it
when I think about the years between my sixteenth and eighteenth birthdays.
Eighteen would have made me a grown-up in the Before
Time, in the days before Dr. Icahn’s experiments nearly ended the entire world.
In the time after, sixteen became the year we achieved maturity. Still, for me,
since I could remember what my life had been like before, eighteen meant
something when I finally got there.
It indicated I had survived, somehow. When I blew out
the candles, low-sung lyrics of “Happy Birthday” filling the room, and my
mother and father cheering, I couldn’t help but disbelieve I’d actually made it
to my birthday. Was this all a dream? Had I died on a field, eaten by a
Werewolf, and these thoughts of my eighteenth birthday were imaginings of my
dying mind?
Writing these tales, telling them to you, helps me to
believe they happened.
But the sad truth is, if you are reading them, then
most likely I am dead.
Guest Post:
The Family I write with
Writing is obviously a very solitary activity. But, for me,
I’m lucky that I’m not entirely alone in my venture. I have all the characters
in my head talking to me. All the
time. No character has ever been as
chatty or pushy as Rachel Clancy was. She wanted her story told and she wanted
me to hurry up and do it.
I had no choice but to comply
The thing is that while most of my stories are love stories,
and Rachel’s is too, her adventures are also about family and I think that’s
what made her so fantastic to write. I
wasn’t just telling the story of how Rachel fell in love, or in and out of love
and back in and out (she started out the series at 16…) but also about her
family and everything that happens to them.
Contact Links
Website: www.rebeccaroyce.com
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Rebecca-Royce/172551376131638
Twitter: www.twitter.com/rebeccaroyce
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Rebecca-Royce/e/B004E50FPW
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