Feedback by D.L. Richardson Book Tour + Giveaway

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Title: Feedback

Author: D L Richardson

Genre: YA Paranormal

Publisher: Etopia Press

Ebook

Words: 65,000

Release Date:10/5/2012

Publisher:

Amazon | Barnes and Noble | OmniLit |

Book Description:

“Ethan James, Florida Bowman, and Jake Inala need organ transplants. When they receive the organs of a dead CIA agent, Dylan Black, they take on more than the task of completing the mission of deactivating bombs that threaten millions of lives. Kidnapped, their lives under threat, the memories stored in the CIA agent’s mind begin to awaken within each of them, except the one piece of information they are abducted for – the location of the bombs.”

Excerpt:

 

Chapter One

 

Wednesday, November 9th, Ethan James

AC/DC’s “Thunderstruck” blared through the speakers. Apt music considering the weather conditions. Rain pounded the windshield of the Lamborghini. Crushed beneath the noisy rain, the music took a beating, too. I flipped the volume control to the max, drowning out the steady slap of water on the roof.

The dark shroud of night cloaked the striped lines to my left and right. Street signs blasted yellow warnings to drivers to slow down on wet roads. I ignored them.

Instead, I pushed the car to 120 miles per hour. Coming around a curve in the road, I flew up on a van and sharply jerked the wheel to avoid ramming the Lamborghini up its rear end. I owed my life to my quick reflexes.

Pity.

I drove for another half mile at suicidal speeds, drumming my fingers on the steering wheel to the rhythm of the guitar riff. Another half mile. Then another. Just when the buzz of the ride plunged to a level of indifference, the car hit a pothole, veered me across three lanes, and like a punch from nowhere, it was game on.

A tsunami-sized wave of water fell from the sky. Momentarily blinded by the useless wipers, I sucked in my breath when two rows of lights cut through the haze. Two white lights on the bottom and six or more yellow ones on top—the bright circles headed straight at me.

Semitrailer. Not good.

Gritting my teeth, I tightened my grip on the steering wheel. The truck swerved at the last second, missing killing me by about half that length of time. The driver blasted four long bleats of the horn.

I laughed out loud as I spun around.

I accelerated till the car caught up to its former 120 miles per hour. The chorus kicked in, and I helped with the backing vocals. “Thunder. Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na. Thunder.”

Whether driving under a dome of blue, or a sky darkened by storms like tonight, I liked to push cars to their limit. It didn’t matter what sort of car, but slow cars tended to break apart sooner under extreme pressure. Fast cars handled the punishment of driving at stupid speeds much better.

Speeding made the rush last longer. It filled a void and carried me to a place where I let go of the angst over a waste of a life spent waiting to die of kidney failure. The rush reminded me that seventeen-year-old kids should wish for a professional ice hockey career instead of wishing to still be alive by Christmas.

The song ended, and in that second of silence, my thrill took a dismal nosedive. Images of the hospital I attended every week flickered across my vision. So, I increased the speed. Bad enough the bleak place filled my head and haunted my dreams, but to interrupt my fun—not going to happen.

The next song on the CD kicked in, and it did the trick of hauling me back to the driver’s seat, where I replaced the hospital corridor for a rain-slicked freeway. I figured if I had to die young, I’d do it on my terms. No doubt the doctors would have something to say about this philosophy. If I crashed the car and ended up in the hospital, I’d tell them I reached out to touch life. Better than dwelling on my postpubescent life spent hooked up to a dialysis machine.

I’d probably get pulled over by the cops first, and I couldn’t have that. Aside from speeding, I’d stolen the Lamborghini from a mall parking lot half an hour earlier, and I didn’t have a license.

A crack in my concentration appeared like the lightning bolts streaking the sky. The car drifted into the next lane, and I let it go. A set of lights rushed toward me, and I expertly got the car under control, but at this speed, and despite the car’s sporting capability, the Lamborghini was all over the shot.

Buzzed from pushing the car, I kept going.

At 120 miles per hour, streetlights floated like satiny, white ribbons. The rain-slicked road made it impossible to judge the lines marking the lanes. Curves were hard to anticipate.

Sometimes I oversteered; sometimes I didn’t steer enough and had to yank the wheel to the left or right at the last second. Other drivers blasted their horns. I didn’t care about the rules of the road. Rules were for pussies.

For each minute I survived this suicidal cruise, I’d get two points. So far, I’d accumulated over two hundred. Fifty were up for grabs, if I made it home alive. I had a lot to lose if I crashed the car. I had nothing to lose if I killed myself.

I jumped in surprise when a car came up on my left and honked its horn, whizzing by in a blur of chrome. “I don’t think so, buddy.”

I accelerated. If the cops wanted to stop me, they’d have to use air support. Getting myself on TV only added to the thrill of the chase.

Concern over my reckless driving should have registered, but it didn’t. The speedometer now read 140 miles per hour. AC/DC screeched about “Hells Bells,” and the rain didn’t lessen. If I lost control now, I’d smash into the concrete barriers lining the highway. It’d be game over. No way I’d survive the impact. What a shame this last train of thought wasn’t on whether I’d survive or not, but on whether I’d care.

Lightning bolts exploded across the sky and lit up the windshield. In that brief flicker of visibility, I spotted the plane on fire, blocking the highway—and the spaceship blowing up a bridge with luminous green laser beams. I let go of the wheel, idly watching the Lamborghini plow into the concrete barrier. Metal fragments and orange flames danced in front of me. The sound of something exploding boomed through the speakers. The words GAME OVER flashed across the television screen.

The plane had been okay, but the spaceship insulted me. For sure, the makers of the game reckoned it’d be a hoot to throw unrealistic obstacles in my path.

I tossed the Xbox controller aside and scratched my numb backside. My life couldn’t get any worse…might as well go to school.

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About the Author:

https://i1.wp.com/3.bp.blogspot.com/-aXFJZ1dYsrM/UHrygf3BSCI/AAAAAAAAHuE/XLtRAOxzn3w/s200/Author+photo+2012.jpgMusic first captured the creative interest of D L Richardson. She got her first acoustic guitar at age ten, and in high school she sang with the school band. When she left school she helped form her own rock band where she sang lead vocals, played bass guitar, and wrote all the lyrics. At age 26 she realized she wanted to write novels for the rest of her life, or die trying, so she sold her equipment, quit pursuing a music career and began writing instead. She currently lives in Australia on the NSWSouthCoast with her husband and dog. When she’s not writing or reading she can be found practicing her piano, playing the guitar or walking the dog.

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Review

3.5/53.5/53.5/53.5/53.5/5

I’d be lying if I said Feedback turned out to be what I expected. What a roller coaster ride of a novel! Highly enjoyable. Ethan, Florida and Jake are three very sick teenagers, all waiting for that life changing phone call telling them a donor has been found.

Ethan is a reckless, devil-may-care 17 year-old..or so you’re led to believe after reading most of the first chapter. Brilliant twist at the end, however. In need of a new kidney and with his life turned upside down since he’s been diagnosed, Ethan’s a lonely, angsty kid. As expected. I was expecting his voice to annoy me, all the whining to get old fast, but Ethan’s narrative is funny. He’s easy-going, laid back and trying to make light of a very crappy situation.

Florida is a 16-year-old ex-ballerina who’s never going to dance again unless she receives a new kidney, as well.  She’s sweet, angry, logical when need be and feisty in life or death situations.  Also, her big, crazy family was so fun to read about.

Last but not least there’s Jake. A good student with big plans for the future, he’s waiting on a liver transplant.

I said last but not least because there’s one other important character: Dylan Black, CIA spook. He plays a major part in the novel as  all three teens receive their transplant organs after Dylan dies in a car crash.

Shortly after their surgeries things take a turn for the unexpected as Ethan, Jake and Florida meet under the most weird circumstance. More than that, they all start hearing and seeing things.

The novel’s written in a first person narrative, from 4 POV’s, that of Ethan, Jake, Florida and Dylan. Although I’m not usually a big fan of a gazillion different points of view, Richardson does it rather well, with the voices different enough to be discernible. Furthermore, this particular choice makes for ample exposure to each character, especially when they’re not together, and the different narratives come together to form the bigger picture. Kind of like Vantage Point.  I also like the flashes from the past being intertwined with the present narrative.

My favorite aspect of Richardson’s writing is how unapologetic she is. Her descriptions and details of each teen’s situation, their disease and what it’s doing to their bodies, is, at times, raw and makes it that much easier to sympathize with each of them.

Overall, the writing’s good, structured and consistent, with a smooth developing plot and no inconsistencies.

My one problem with Feedback was the ending. It fell short of my expectations because it read too surreal, making me feel the author cheated me by writing her characters acting in a way they wouldn’t normally do. It’s a bit unbelievable in a bad way. Moreover, I do not appreciate the hints towards a possible love triangle in the sequel. That’s just me, though. Me and my hate of love triangles.

All in all, Feedback is an interesting book with a well-developed plot, the feedback phenomenon being a very cool idea, a race against the clock/spy game type of read, which makes for a page turner if that’s what you like.

International Giveaway

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1x Signed postcard

2x Bookmarks

1x Code breaker

3x business cards with secret codes to decipher using the code breaker

1x Sticker

1x outer cover which is a greeting card sized manila folder designed to resemble a CIA file

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