Inborn
(The Birthright Book 1)
by Amy Saunders
Release
Date: 07/21/15
Summary from Goodreads:
Rosamund Brandt has had a semi normal
life for sixteen years. Well, semi normal for a family descended from aliens.
Sure, she could create portals and her family had a secret basement. But she
went to school, had a best friend, and got her driving permit like every other
teen.
However, her definition of “normal” unravels when a killer with multiple powers and an agenda steps into town. When Rosamund herself becomes a target, she has a choice between playing the killer’s game and saving a few, or getting to the core of the murders and stopping them for good.
Rosamund’s choice will save everyone she cares about–or unleash a new era for herself and her family, shattering whatever hope for going back to normal she had.
However, her definition of “normal” unravels when a killer with multiple powers and an agenda steps into town. When Rosamund herself becomes a target, she has a choice between playing the killer’s game and saving a few, or getting to the core of the murders and stopping them for good.
Rosamund’s choice will save everyone she cares about–or unleash a new era for herself and her family, shattering whatever hope for going back to normal she had.
Excerpt
I headed into the trees near the shed, dead leaves crunching under my
feet. It wasn’t going to be my best time that night because I was too tired and
irritated by the whole thing to rush. Couldn’t the drill have waited? Or
couldn’t this part of the drill have waited? It’s not like we never did this.
After getting scratched by branches I couldn’t see and tripping on
underbrush, I picked up my pace just to get out of there, transitioning into a
jog. I wouldn’t be able to keep it up with the backpack, but I figured I could
go in bursts.
I started running, my light bouncing up and down. I dodged a tree just in
time, but then my toe caught and I crashed facedown in the leaves. My
flashlight flew out of my hand, landing a few feet away and spinning around to
shine right in my eyes. I shut them, sitting up and pausing a moment until the
spots in my vision cleared.
When I could see again, I almost wished I couldn’t. The flashlight
spotlighted what I’d tripped on–a girl–sprawled on her stomach across the dead
leaves, her eyes frozen on me, her skin beyond pale. I screamed, grasping at
the leaves to get on my feet, grabbed the flashlight and ran.
I got two feet when I got tangled in something wet and sticky. It wrapped
around my face and body like wet strands of hair and I flailed, getting more
entangled, sucking in shallow, rapid breaths. My heart raced so fast I couldn’t
hear anything else.
I wanted to scream again, but I choked it down, forcing myself to take a
few deep breaths, trying to think about this rationally. This was a drill.
So…maybe this was just part of the drill and that’s why Dad made us go on foot.
He was testing us–me–to see how we handled an actual scary event. The body was
just a dummy or even a person they’d hired to play dead or something. It was
just another test. I didn’t know what this stuff was that I was wrapped up in,
but I could get out of it. All I had to do was focus.
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I’ve
always loved stories. From bedtime tales my parents told me about their
childhood (over and over again) to the Berenstain Bears, I lived to hear the
next story.
So
I guess it’s not surprising that I came up with my own stories and started
putting them on paper as soon as I could write. I remember carting notebooks
with me to school and working whenever I had the chance (some things don’t
really change). Later, I branched out into poetry and plays and experimental
works, but I always came back to stories.
Weirdly
enough, even though I loved mysteries and sci-fi/fantasy, I focused on writing
literary short stories for several years. But everything
changed when I wrote my first novel as a challenge in 2009. Not only was
it a novel, but it was also a mystery (actually, it’s what became The
Jester’s Apprentice). I was hooked, and over the last few years, novel
writing has grown into a full-time pursuit. (According to my sister, I talk
waaayyy too much to write short stories.)
Beyond
writing, I’m a Massachusetts native with strong ties to the Rhode Island coast,
and I love to bake, watch movies, and tackle graphic/web design projects.
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