The Bionics
Series: The Bionics
Series, Book 1
Author: Alicia
Michaels
Published: September
13th, 2013
Publisher: Crimson
Tree Publishing
Word Count: 21,000
Genre: YA Mature
Dystopian Romance
Content Warning:
Coarse language and mild sexual innuendo
Recommended Age: 16+
Synopsis: All I ever wanted was to be a normal girl. I had
dreams of joining the ranks of the Military Police and making my family proud.
But the nuclear war that laid waste to our country destroyed any hope I had of
being normal ever again. They took everything away from me, including my
humanity. I am now half-human, half-machine, part of the never-ending freak
show that is the Restoration Project.
They hate what they created and they fear us for being
powerful.
And so they hunt us, destroying our lives so that they can
bury what they built. What they don’t know is this: there is a Resistance out
there and The Bionics aren’t going down without a fight.
Titanium
Series: The Bionics
Series, Book 2
Author: Alicia
Michaels
Published: September
13th, 2013
Publisher: Crimson
Tree Publishing
Word Count: 30,000
Genre: YA Mature
Dystopian Romance
Content Warning: Coarse language and mild sexual innuendo
Recommended Age: 16+
Synopsis: We stand on the brink of a double rescue mission,
a plan so foolhardy that even our bravest men are quaking inside with fear.
Storm the capitol, free the prisoners, don’t get killed. It seems like a
suicide mission, but not a single one of us has anything to lose.
In my past life, I was a scoundrel; a drug peddling street
thug who cared nothing for anyone because I had no one to care for me. The
nuclear blasts of 4006 reminded me of the value of life, and a girl with the
saddest eyes I’ve ever gazed into gave me someone to care for. Now, as we
embark on our most dangerous enterprise, I can only hope that we make it out
alive and that those we have lost can be recovered.
Foolishness … fear … hope … These are the elements that
threw our revolution into motion. As the momentum of the Resistance continues
to build, we can only pray that hope continues grow larger than our fear.
About the Author:
Ever
since she first read books like Chronicles of Narnia or Goosebumps, Alicia has
been a lover of mind-bending fiction. Wherever imagination takes her, she is
more than happy to call that place her home. The mother of two and wife to an
Army sergeant loves chocolate, coffee, and of course good books. When not
writing, you can usually find her with her nose in a book, shopping for shoes
and fabulous jewelry, or spending time with her loving family.
Excerpt from The Bionics by Alicia Michaels:
“I wish that I had died that day,” I
admit, unable to look away from his gaze no matter how much my mind tells me
that I need to. “I wish that all the time.”
He inches closer to me on the bed. “Is
it really so bad? Professor Hinkley gave you and the others a second chance at
life. It’s not fair that the government has decided you and others like you
pose a threat.”
I think about a news broadcast I saw a
couple of weeks ago, showing a surveillance video of a man with an arm
identical to mine smashing in the window of someone’s car and beating them to a
bloody pulp for no reason, before pulling a limp body from the driver’s seat
and driving off in the stolen vehicle. Of course the thief was found and
immediately executed; no trail, no jury, no questions asked.
“Some of us are dangerous,” I answer,
and of course, it’s the truth.
“Some people are dangerous,” he insists. “Bionics are still people….just
modified.”
“Right now your blood pressure is
124/90, your heart rate is an elevated 70 beats per minute; not bad, but still
high for a healthy male that I assume is athletic. You have a tattoo on your
left arm of an eagle, and a fractured rib.”
“That is amazing.”
I shrug. “It’s my eye. It is capable of
reading a person’s body heat signature as well as their vital statistics. It
allows me to pull away individual layers, such as clothing, skin, and muscle to
expose what’s underneath. It’s how I knew about the rib.”
I reach out with my bionic arm and poke
the rib for emphasis, raising my eyebrows as he winces in pain. “Still think
I’m human?”
Gage reaches for my arm—my robotic
arm—and grabs it by the hand. I can’t feel it, or his hand circling the wrist
above it. His eyebrows wrinkle as he turns my arm over, inside facing up. He
traces the inside of my arm, his fingers sliding over the cool metal and, for
the first time since I woke up with that hunk of machinery on the other end of
my elbow, I am wishing that I could feel the damn thing.
“Cold,” he murmurs as he draws circles
on the metal. His fingers stop on the inside of my elbow, on the line where the
titanium ends and I begin. I hear his breath catch in his throat and another
noisy swallow as the pad of his index finger slides over my skin. I gasp as he
trails it up the inside of my arm, flesh now on flesh. The human contact that
I’ve denied myself for years has left me sensitive to every touch, and I feel
as if I’m being caressed for the first time.
Of course Dax has held my hand from time
to time; he’s even held me against him some nights when the nightmares get
particularly bad until I fall back asleep. But he’s never touched me like this,
and while I’m no virgin I certainly feel like one right now. A thousand
emotions are exploding in me at one time and just as many sensations are
following the path his finger traces up to my shoulder, pausing at the strap of
my tank top.
“Warm,” he says with a smile. “Only
about….what…ten percent of you is metal. When I got past your elbow, I felt
skin, blood flowing through veins, muscle, and…goose bumps?”
He says that last bit with a smile,
forcing me to look away in embarrassment. He holds his arm out toward me,
pulling up the sleeve of his shirt and revealing a tanned arm sprinkled with
light blond hair, which is standing on end. He leaves the sleeve above his
elbow and holds his arm out in front of me.
“See?” he says gently, his head way too
close to mine, his breath brushing my cheek. “I have them too.”
I reach out with my human hand and touch
his arm. His opposite hand comes up to cover mine.
“If anything,” he says, his fingers
gripping mine tightly, “the additions to your body give you character. They
tell a story about where you’ve been.”
He pauses, leaning in so close that
locks of his hair brush my forehead. “Where have
you been, Blythe?”
I know he’s referring to the screams and
my nightmare. I wonder if I can put him off like I do the others, but quickly
realize by the glint in his eyes that he’s not letting me off that easy. I
clear my throat and open my mouth, but no sound comes out. Gage leans forward
and presses his lips to mine, taking advantage of my open mouth to nibble on my
lower lip.
With a soft sigh, he closes the distance
between us and cups my face in his hands, taking my breath away with the simple
act of molding his mouth to mine. My hands resting on his thick thighs, I come
up on my knees on the bed, leaning into him, trembling both inwardly and
outwardly, unsure of what I’m doing or why I’m doing it, but know that I can’t
stop. Kissing Gage feels like walking down the street used to be before the
government labeled Bionics as dangerous. It feels like freedom.
“Hey Blythe, I couldn’t sleep and I was
thinking…”
Dax’s voice trails off as the door to
the bathroom we share knocks against the wall, pushed open by my bone-headed
best friend who never knocks because he knows I’m never doing anything he can’t
see me doing.
Except this time.
This time, guilt propels me away from
Gage and back against the headboard, my lowered eyelids shielding me from Dax’s
dark glare.
“Sorry,” he says, sounding anything but.
“Didn’t realize you’d have a visitor at three o’clock in the goddamn morning.”
Part of me wants to rip Dax a new
asshole for being such a jerk. What right does he have being mad at me when I
know he’s screwed Olivia on several occasions, and who knows what other
groupies he’s got salivating over him in both Mosley and Hexley Halls? Another
part of me feels like I just got caught doing something unforgiveable, although
I’m not sure if it was that I kissed someone, or if it’s just the fact that the
someone I kissed happens to be Gage.
Crimson Tree
Publishing
(An adult division
of Clean Teen Publishing)
Giveaway Details:
There is an international tour wide giveaway. Prizes include
the following:
A digital copy of The
Bionics (Book One) and Titanium
(Book Two), a Bionics bookmark, and
the reader’s choice of any other Clean Teen Publishing eBook.
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