Sunday, November 5, 2017

UNDONE Teaser!

Guys!! Only one more month until UNDONE releases! I am so excited for you to have the complete trilogy. I can't tell you what an experience it's been to stretch my wings on this one. It definitely pushed me to places I'd never been as a writer. It's my first adult trilogy, so it's sexier than anything I'd published before, and I was especially able to push the envelope in book three. It's a romance, of course. It's apocalyptic, so kind of scary. And it's light science fiction, which was amazingly fun to explore.

If you haven't had a chance to check out this series yet, now is the perfect time. Books one and two are discounted, along with the preorder price for UNDONE, which comes out one month from today, December 5th!

Here are links if you want to check them out!

$.99 on Amazon / Nook / Kobo / iTunes

And now, here is your teaser. It's the first 1.5 chapters from UNDONE, told from dual points of view, back and forth between best friends Remy and Amber. Enjoy. (Preorder links at bottom of post)




I’d never prayed so hard in my life as I did the day I was captured with Tater and Linette by beautiful aliens.

Beautiful aliens. Ha. I nearly laughed out loud in the back of the van where I sat on the cold, metal floor with my wrists and ankles burning from tight rope bindings. At first glance they were beautiful. But it was like meeting a hot guy—at first you’re just dazzled by the attraction—and then he makes a distasteful joke and the spell is broken—suddenly what was beautiful reveals itself to be ugly.

I glanced at Tater, but his eyes kind of scared me. Lately he’d been mentally and emotionally fragile. After watching our parents bombed, then killing a man who held his sister at gunpoint, he hadn’t been right. Being captured and having to pretend we were on the side of the aliens, it could break him. That scared me more than anything in the world right now. Tater was all I had left. Amber and the others who left the underground bunker to go God-knows-where, had no way of knowing we were alive. I tried to make eye contact with Tater, to infuse some of my wavering hope and strength into him, but it was useless. Jacob Tate’s eyes were lost.

In contrast, I caught the fiery look in Linette’s eyes, and it jolted me with a shiver. She was trying to communicate silently, and her fierce calculation freaked me out. It’s because of her quick thinking that we were still alive, but now we would have to live a double life. She’d so easily spouted the story to the Bael aliens about us being rebels, pro-change, and being prisoners of the U.S. military. I never would’ve thought of something like that. But she was an officer, and a strategist. I was a college biology major who wanted to teach middle school. That was a past life, though, and seemed ages away. As optimistic as I’d always been, even I knew there was no going back.

Linette began to wiggle, rubbing her shoulder against her gag, and moving her chin back and forth. Within a minute, the gag was down just enough for her to be able to speak. My heart gave a jump of fear that we’d be caught, and I searched the dark van with my eyes. Tater scooted closer.

“There’s no technology back here that I can see,” Linette whispered. “But I’m not taking the chance of talking too long, so listen up. They’re going to question us, so we need to have our stories straight.”

Tater and I both nodded and listened attentively. When Linette was finished, she shouldered her gag back over her mouth, and we moved apart again.

The van hit a bump that made me bounce and land hard on my tailbone. I cringed against the pain that shot through various parts of my body. My stupid ankle was still swollen and my head still throbbing from where I’d fallen in the greenhouse and knocked myself out when the alarms sounded. It was my clumsy fault that the three of us were here, in this van, instead of on those planes to safety with the others.

My eyes burned and I swallowed back the guilt. It would be so easy to give myself over to despondency. Too easy. Instead, I shut my eyes and prayed again. It was all I had left.



I used to find airplanes fun and relaxing. The hum of an engine had always put me at ease. But today…this shitty day…nothing on Earth could comfort me. In one fell swoop, I’d lost everyone. My brother and best friend never made it to the plane. Why? What the hell happened to Remy and Tater? I wanted to rage and scream. They’d been right there. We’d practiced the raid drills. They knew what to do. It should have been simple.

And then there was Rylen. My brave, stubborn Ry who jumped on a fighter jet to make it safe for us passenger planes to take off. Now there was no sign of him. A dry sob made my chest hiccup, earning me dire looks of pity from Devon and Shavontae in the seats beside me. I turned closer to the window to hide from those looks.

The past twenty minutes since we’d been in the air were the worst moments of my life. Losing Tater, Remy, and Rylen was an even worse sensation than losing Mom, Dad, and Abuela the day of the bombing in Nevada. After our parents were killed, we’d clung to each other. Relied on each other. Those you bond with during times of tragedy become part of you. Now they were all gone.

At the front of the plane in the jumpseat, First Sergeant’s chin raised and his eyebrows furrowed at a shout from the back of the plane. More voices rose now, louder. I turned in the seat, my stomach a pit of nerves. Everyone was looking out the windows.

My God…this was it. If the alien’s fighter jets had taken down Rylen and found our trail, there would be no surviving. They were going to take us down too. My whole body trembled. I watched Shavontae grab Devon’s hand and hold tightly. I had nobody to grab. I would die without a loved one. Would it be fast? Please, let it be fast.

Preorder UNDONE today for a special price of $2.99! 
Will be available for Nook and paperback on release day, December 5th! It usually takes 2-4 weeks to become available on Book Depository. There is not an audiobook at this point, but crossing my fingers for someday soon!

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