I’m thrilled today to get to participate in the blog tour to help launch debut novel Link by Summer Wier! For my tour stop, I’m sharing an exclusive excerpt from the YA scifi. However, don’t let the amazingness of the excerpt stun you from reading to the end of the post, because there’s also a link to a giveaway hiding out down there. (So awesome, right?)
Let’s do this thing.
For seventeen-year-old Kira, there’s no better way to celebrate a birthday than being surrounded by friends and huddled beside a campfire deep in the woods. And with a birthday in the peak of summer, that includes late night swims under the stars.
Or at least, it used to.
Kira’s relaxing contemplation of the universe is interrupted when a piece of it falls, colliding with her and starting a chain of events that could unexpectedly lead to the one thing in her life that’s missing—her father.
Tossed into a pieced-together world of carnivals and gypsies, an old-fashioned farmhouse, and the alluring presence of a boy from another planet, Kira discovers she’s been transported to the center of a black hole, and there’s more to the story than science can explain. She’s now linked by starlight to the world inside the darkness. And her star is dying.
If she doesn’t return home before the star’s light disappears and her link breaks, she’ll be trapped forever. But she’s not the only one ensnared, and with time running out, she’ll have to find a way to save a part of her past and a part of her future, or risk losing everything she loves.
Dreamy, fluid, and beautiful, Link pairs the mystery of science fiction with the minor-key melody of a dark fantasy, creating a tale that is as human as it is out of this world.
Available now from Amazon, and other retailers.
About Summer Wier:
Summer Wier is an MBA toting accountant, undercover writer, and all around jack-of-all-trades. Link is her debut novel and the first in The Shadow of Light series. She has three short stories appearing in Fairly Twisted Tales For A Horribly Ever After and co-authors the Splinter web serial. When she’s not digging through spreadsheets or playing mom, you can find her reading/writing, cooking, or dreaming of the mountains in Montana.
Check out more of YA author Summer Wier on her blog, twitter, facebook, and goodreads.
Ready for this excerpt?
“Are you calling me reckless?” Faye would laugh out loud at anyone who considered me reckless. I shoved his shoulder again, harder this time, catching him off guard and knocking him over.
“Oh, you’re absolutely reckless.”
He pounced on me. In a single movement, he grabbed my arms, crossed them in front of me, and held my hands behind my back. I didn’t know how I hadn’t seen it coming; Fischer pulled this move on Faye all the time, especially when he wanted something. I squirmed to escape, but made little progress against his strength.
“Give up?” His words purred into my ear, sending goose bumps over my skin.
“Not a chance.” I protested, but if he held me any longer, the temptation to give in might be too much to escape.
I ripped my arms from his hold, but he tackled me and we tipped to the floor, landing face to face. An uncomfortable burning sensation blossomed in my chest and sank into my stomach. I couldn’t deny that I was attracted to him. He looked like the very epitome of the smooth-talking, confident bad boys Faye read about in her trashy romance novels, but there was something missing—something I couldn’t quite place.
He brushed a strand of hair from my cheek. “Your eyes. They’re amazing.”
“You think so?” He probably said that to all the girls. I blinked nervously, to the point of being a little awkward, and pushed his hand away. “They’re just regular old eyes, really.”
“No, they’re different. Dark, reflective.” He traced his finger down the side of my face. “Like the wom—” His voice trailed off, and the weight of his body pressed against me. His lips were inches from mine. The thought that he might kiss me made me wonder if my heart could explode out of my chest.
But instead of closing the gap, he retreated. “Do you believe this is real? That I’m real?” His question took me by surprise, but the breath of distance between us granted relief.
I didn’t know what was going on in my head or how—or if—I’d imagined such a vivid world, but I knew I wouldn’t be here forever. “I don’t know.”
Disappointment filled his eyes, and his expression hardened. “You will.”
Screams from the steaming teapot seared the air. Evan got up, removed the kettle from the heat, and set it on the hearth. Placing one hand on the mantel, he stared into the fire, as if I’d somehow offended him and he was composing himself.
Why would he ask me that? Did he believe this was real? That I wasn’t a dream; that somehow this was happening right now? “What makes you think this is real?”
Without turning around, he said, “Each of us has a story, and they all begin the same. I didn’t fully understand the consequences of the choice, if you can even call it that, but this is my reality now. Real life, real feelings.”
The haunting warning of the fortune teller flashed into mind. “Evan, do you remember the old woman at the carnival?”
He turned to face me, suddenly recovered and interested in my words. “Why do you ask?”
“Another dream,” I said distantly, as her riddle echoed in my head. “‘End of starlight, Link undone. Choice of lives—’”
“‘Or trapped in one,’” we finished together.
My eyes snapped to meet his. “You know it?”
He about-faced, grabbed the kettle, and hurried to the kitchen. After pulling cups from the cabinet, he silently prepared our tea. My mind raced with the possibilities of how he knew the verse. Another piece of information I’d created in my subconscious? My forehead started to throb, and I rubbed the skin where my stitches should have been.
Silence grew to tension as he returned with two chipped mugs and sat one on the floor in front of me. I glared, waiting for him to say something.
“You’re not the only one who’s seen her. And it’s hard to explain if you don’t believe,” he finally answered.
Sipping from the cup, I thought about what he said. I didn’t know what to believe, but Evan knew more than what he’d shared in his vague explanation. Hints of ginger and lemon flavored the unusually sweet tea. Their tang left my tongue slightly numb. The warm drink was soothing, and I finished it quickly.
“What do you mean ‘not the only one’?” My words slurred as my mouth filled with sweet effervescence, making it hard to speak.
Noises distorted and echoed throughout the cabin, and my vision melted from the outside in. Evan sat quietly, sipping his tea, watching as I tried to maintain balance.
“Since the day I came here, I hoped that I wouldn’t always be alone. Pulled from friends, family—a life much like yours, I’d imagine.” The loneliness and sadness with which he was burdened could not be concealed. It showed in the weight of his brow, misery seeping into his gaze. He caught me in his arms as I fell over. “Consider this a favor. Go home, Kira. Enjoy your life, before you lose it.”
I stared at him in horror. What had he done to me? I couldn’t move my arms or legs. My eyes glazed over, erasing the present scene from view. As the tingling sensation throughout my body turned to numbness, I drifted into darkness.
If that excerpt doesn’t make you run out to buy this book immediately, I don’t know what will.
Now, as promised, Summer’s also putting on a tour-wide giveaway.
She’s put together a bundle of some of her favorite YAs (including a copy of Link!) and she’s going to raffle it off to one lucky reader.The books are:
You can enter the giveaway at the link below:
Thanks to Summer and REUTS Publications for allowing me to participate in the Link blog tour, and make sure to grab your copy today!