Jump Zone: Cleo Falls by Wylie Snow
(Jump Zone #1 )
Publication date: September 9th 2013
Genres: Dystopia, New Adult
(Jump Zone #1 )
Publication date: September 9th 2013
Genres: Dystopia, New Adult
Synopsis:
All
Cleo wants, all she’s ever wanted, is the acceptance of her tribe and
the love of her family... and she almost dies trying to earn it. But the
man who saved her, who found beauty in her flaws and loved her without
condition, has cruelly betrayed her, and she’s dying all over again.
Was it all lies? His words, his promises, his kisses? Lost in unfamiliar territory, Cleo will fight the forces that conspire to destroy her homeland, even if she has to do it alone.
Libra longs for freedom—from prison, from pretense, and from his birthright... but he’s caught in a political game where only greed and power can win, and Cleo Rush is the pawn. How much is he willing to sacrifice for liberty? His morals, his principles, the woman he loves? No matter which path he chooses, people will die, their blood on his hands. And it could be hers.
To save themselves and their world, Cleo and Libra must overcome the double tragedy that binds their families in hatred. Together, they might live. Apart, Cleo will fall.Goodreads: http://www.
Was it all lies? His words, his promises, his kisses? Lost in unfamiliar territory, Cleo will fight the forces that conspire to destroy her homeland, even if she has to do it alone.
Libra longs for freedom—from prison, from pretense, and from his birthright... but he’s caught in a political game where only greed and power can win, and Cleo Rush is the pawn. How much is he willing to sacrifice for liberty? His morals, his principles, the woman he loves? No matter which path he chooses, people will die, their blood on his hands. And it could be hers.
To save themselves and their world, Cleo and Libra must overcome the double tragedy that binds their families in hatred. Together, they might live. Apart, Cleo will fall.Goodreads: http://www.
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EXCERPT FROM JUMP ZONE:
Taiga Forest
I’d always presumed the moments before death would be
fuzzy and warm.
They’re not. Death is painful. And cold.
Death is terrifying.
For me, there are no sepia vignettes of my childhood,
no sign of my mother’s smiling face to usher me into a blissful afterlife, open
armed. There’s nothing to distract me from the fright that slams me every time
my mouth fills, every time my head slips under.
No matter how hard I kick or thrash, the current is
merciless, dragging me downriver, closer to the edge, closer to the—
I can’t even think the word.
I claw for the surface, flailing desperately for
something to grab onto. But there’s nothing. Not a rock, not a log, not even a
stray root. Even if by some miracle I don’t drown, there is nothing to save me
from the fall.
Seventy feet, straight down.
And the rocks at the bottom… I’ll be smashed.
My chest burns so bad, I want to scream from it.
Can’t, don’t dare. I bite down on the inside of my lips to seal them from
another mouthful of icy water and taste the copper of my blood. I will my legs
to get me to the surface for another breath, but I’m tumbling through the
blackness, not sure which way is up.
The rapids twist and toss me, pull me fast and hard as
if they’re doing me a favor in getting me to the edge quickly. It’ll be over
soon. Yet every agonizing second feels never-ending.
The more my muscles ache from cold, the heavier my
limbs become, the slower time goes. Death is a cruel bitch.
My lungs are on fire. And no matter that my eyeballs
feel like they’ve been dunked in acid, panic won’t let me close them.
There’s a legend amongst my people of a Ghost Warrior,
a survivalist from Old Canada who lost his life in the Polar Wars. They say he
guides folks home in their time of need, gives them a second chance. Where is
this phantom rescuer for me? Am I not worthy?
I already know the answer…
The pressure in my chest begins to crack me open. I
acknowledge my fate, look it in the eye, welcome it. The thought frees me. The
simple act of mental acquiescence releases my fear, replaces it with regret.
And anger. I’ll never get a chance to make amends to my tribe, to Jaegar or my
father, never feel the love I’ve tried so hard, so damned hard, to
earn.
Anger fuels my strength, gives me a final burst of
energy. My anaesthetized legs push off of something solid. My head breaches the
surface.
I scream in Death’s face.
Then water fills me, douses my fire. I am numb, unable
to feel my extremities, unable to feel anything. Like a piece of flotsam, the
current tosses me over the precipice toward the jagged rocks below. My world
goes dark.
AUTHOR BIO
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Almost every author says they wanted to write from a very early age. Not me. I wanted to be a detective like Nancy Drew, or a wildlife expert like Jim Fowler or an archaeologist like Indiana Jones. Or have my own island resort and make fantasies come true!
I didn't do too badly with any of those...
I married a detective, worked in a zoo, explored ship wrecks instead of old ruins, and spent 18 glorious years living on a sunny island.
As for those fantasies...
I also write erotic romance as Wylie Kinson.
Happy reading!
Author Links:
Website: http://www.wyliesnow.
Facebook: https://www.
Almost every author says they wanted to write from a very early age. Not me. I wanted to be a detective like Nancy Drew, or a wildlife expert like Jim Fowler or an archaeologist like Indiana Jones. Or have my own island resort and make fantasies come true!
I didn't do too badly with any of those...
I married a detective, worked in a zoo, explored ship wrecks instead of old ruins, and spent 18 glorious years living on a sunny island.
As for those fantasies...
I also write erotic romance as Wylie Kinson.
Happy reading!
Author Links:
Website: http://www.wyliesnow.
Facebook: https://www.
Twitter: https://twitter.com/
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JUMP
ZONE Recipes
In the
book Jump Zone: Cleo Falls, the hero and heroine find themselves trekking for
days through the Taiga forest with little to no food supplies, but the wilderness
is rich in vegetation and Cleo knows just what to rustle up for dinner.
Dandelion Salad
Dandelions
are one of nature’s richest greens. Packed with beta carotene and vitamin A,
they are a great source of fiber, potassium, iron, calcium, magnesium, thiamine
and riboflavin.
- Prepare 8 cups of dandelion greens by washing thoroughly and gently tearing into bite-sized chunks.
- Assuming you’re not actually stranded in the wilderness without provisions, you can add finely chopped spring onion, wild dill and sliced tomatoes.
- Dress with a mixture of oil, lemon juice, garlic, sea salt and pepper.
- Optional: Throw in some wild blueberries and goat cheese… mmmm!
- If you just so happen to be lost deep in the woods, you can amp up the flavor of the leaves with a handful of pine nuts, wild berries (blueberries, raspberries, gooseberries – whatever is in season), add a few roasted grubs for protein and you’ve got yourself a survival meal.
Campfire Rainbow Trout
· Clean
your catch thoroughly. This means beheading and gutting. Yeah, it’s gross, but
the fish is going to taste so good, it’s worth it.
- Place on a sheet of foil, season inside and out with sea salt, pepper, onion powder, garlic powder and butter.
- Top with a few lemon slices… or apples or wild berries – it’s all good.
- Wrap tightly in the foil and place it on flat bit of hot embers.
- Turn over the foil packet in 5-8 minutes, depending on the size of the fish. It’s done when the fish is opaque and flaky.
- Stranded-in-the-woods option: No foil? Spear onto a sharp stick and roast it over the open flame. Trust me, if you’re lost and hungry, that fish will be mighty tasty without the garlic and butter!
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