Saturday, December 22, 2012

Feedback by D L Richardson: Character Interview and Excerpt: FMB Tour Stop


 



Character interview with the three heroic brothers from Feedback
 
 Can you tell the readers something about yourself that they won’t know from reading the story? 
Ethan – I was called Nathan in the first draft. I’m glad the author changed my character’s name. I like Ethan better.
Florida – I didn’t really wish everyone was dead just because I was having a bad day. Okay, maybe I did, but that’s not nice, is it, to wish people dead just because your life sucks.
Jake – My brothers are idiots, but I guess I love them.
What do you do when you are not saving the world?
 
Ethan – I play ice hockey and I hope to play it professionally.
Florida – I like to dance and perform in school musicals. Ever since I was little I wanted to be a ballerina.
Jake – I like to collect weapons which my parents never used to know about but I have a feeling they now do.
 
What was your favorite part of Feedback?  
Ethan – I got to sit inside a Corvette. I love fast cars. Pity the woman who drove it was one of the bad guys.
Florida – Dressing up ike a vampire. That was awesome. I wonder what I’ll get to dress up like in the next book.
Jake – Seeing the bomb. I have a few knives and swords and a replica gun, but I have never seen a bomb before. It was the coolest thing I have ever seen. 
What is your next work in progress?
Ethan – I guess we appear in the follow up book.
Florida – I’m keen.
Jake – Yeah, I had loads of fun and I want to kick some more butt.
Florida – Oh, yeah, I definitely want to kicksome more bad guy’s butt. 
Feedback is a complex and intriguing book. Can you tell the readers a little more about it? 
Ethan - Imagine you have been waiting for years to get a kidney transplant, you think you’re ready to die but you’re not, but you also don’t think you’ll ever get that new kidney. One day you do and you get to return to this great life you had before you were struck down.
Florida - Two weeks later, you’re kidnapped and the mad scientist is threatening to torture you unless you tell him information that is stored in the memories of a dead spy. The mad scientist calls this theory Feedback. You insist he’s crazy. But he’s not.
Ethan - You’ve been hearing voices in your head ever since you got out of hospital. And these voices are telling you to act like a superhero and save the day. And you’re like, I just want to go home and live a normal life.
Jake - Feedback has spy elements so it’s got trivia on spies, the CIA, conspiracy theories, bad guys with fast cars, bombs, action and adventure…all wrapped around a nice feel good story about 3 teens who go from underdogs to heroes.
Title: Feedback
Author: D L Richardson
Genre: YA Paranormal
Publisher: Etopia Press
Ebook
Words: 65,000
Release Date: 10/5/2012
 
Publisher:
 
 
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.
 
 
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.
* * *
Music 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 NSW South Coast 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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Dec. 2nd- Kaidans Seduction (Review)

Dec. 3rd- Bookloversity Reviews (Review/Giveaway)

Dec. 4th- Paranormal Romance Fans for Life (Guest Post)

Dec. 5th- Musings of a Writing Reader (Flash Fiction/Giveaway)

Dec. 6th- TheFourHorsemenSeries (Review)

Dec. 7th- Queen of All She Reads (Review)

Dec. 8th- Amy's Book World (Review/Interview)

Dec. 9th- SnifferWalk (Excerpt/Giveaway)

Dec. 10th- Arianne Cruz (Character Interview/Giveaway)

Dec. 11th- Blood, Lust and Erotica (Character Interview/Giveaway)

Dec. 12th- A Bit of Dash (Excerpt/Giveaway)

Dec. 13th- My Cozie Corner (Review/Giveaway)

Dec. 14th- The Book Diva's Reads (Excerpt/Giveaway)

Dec. 15th- Identity Discovery (Character Interview/Giveaway)

Dec. 16th- A Bibliophiles Thoughts on Books (Excerpt/Giveaway)

Dec. 17th- Books & Beauty (Guest Post/Giveaway)

Dec. 18th- Raizza's Book Blogging Adventure (Character Interview/Giveaway)

Dec. 19th- Bookin' It Reviews (Excerpt/Giveaway)

Dec. 20th- Cherie Reads (Review/Giveaway)

Dec. 21st- Bookluvrs Haven (Spotlight)

Dec. 22nd- Laurie's Paranormal Thoughts and Reviews (Character Interview/Giveaway)

Dec. 23rd- Reader Girls (Excerpt)

Dec. 24th- I am, Indeed (Flash Fiction/Giveaway)

Dec. 25th- Kharisma Rhayne (Excerpt)

Dec. 26th- Harlie's Books (Review/Giveaway)

Dec. 27th- A Book Lover's Library (Review/Giveaway)

Dec. 28th- Simply Infatuated (Flash Fiction/Giveaway)

Dec. 29th- The Avid Reader (Review/Giveaway)

Dec. 30th- The Stuff of Success (Excerpt)

 
 

 
OPEN INTERNATIONALLY!!! One winner from this stop!
Comment on this post for a bonus entry.
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Ends Janurary 26th
 
ONE SWAG pack (contains):1 Signed postcard
2 Bookmarks
1 Code breaker
3 business cards with secret codes to decipher using the code breaker
1 Sticker
1 outer cover which is a greeting card sized manila folder designed to resemble a CIA file
 

 
 

 

11 comments:

Maria_M. said...

Lovely interview and giveaway.

D L Richardson said...

Thank you Laurie for featuring Feedback as part of my tour. You've done an anazing job of showcasing this novel. I hope you get the chance to read it one day.

Warm wishes
D L Richardson xoxo

bn100 said...

I enjoyed the interview.

Dentro de un Libro said...

Thanks for the interview, the givweaway and the information about the book, didn´t know about it.

Dovile said...

I wonder if it's really possible to get memories from a transplanted organ.

Farhana said...

Thanks for the giveaway!

Bea Tejano said...

Thanks for the great giveaway!:)

kaya said...

*_* Thanks for the awesome giveaway! :D

Cohlina said...

Thanks for the awesome giveaway! :)

Ange said...

Awesome interview. thanks for the great giveaway



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corey1971 said...

Interesting interview. (Corey Olomon)