Monday, November 3, 2014

The Wanted by Lauren Nicolle Taylor: Spotlight with Excerpt

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Title:  The Wanted

Series:  The Woodlands Series, Book 4

Author:  Lauren Nicolle Taylor

Published:  October 31st, 2014  

Publisher:  Clean Teen Publishing

Page Count:  363

Genre:  YA Mature Dystopian Romance

Content Warning:  Graphic Violence

Recommended Age:  16+

 

Synopsis:

What would you be willing to sacrifice to get what you Wanted?

It’s the question facing both Rosa and Joseph as they are pushed and pulled in unimaginable directions.

It’s the question Superior Grant answered with a resounding, “Anything and everything.”

The only thing they want is to be back in each other’s arms. But what will it cost them to get there?

Separated after a failed mission, they are caught in dual hells. Joseph, sinking as he struggles to face what he did to escape and who he had to leave behind. Rosa, straddling the divide between fighting the evil, calculating Superior Grant and trying her best to stay alive.

When what they Wanted seems unreachable, can they find the strength–the will–to keep trying? To keep fighting? And find their way back to each other and to Orry?

 
 
Excerpt:


ROSA

I waited until the door clicked and then rushed to the bathroom. Sitting on the basin was a candy-colored music player, the white earphones wound in a circle. The song was paused.

I traced the title with my shaking fingers, my head splitting with bullets and blood. ‘The Work’ by Catie Wings. It didn’t sound like a real name.

I placed the earphones in my ears and pressed play, looking up at the girl in the mirror. She looked harrowed, hollow, wide eyes in a thin face, eyes as large as bowls and just as full. Full of more trauma than she could handle and struggling to get back to herself. To remember herself. I gripped the sides of the sink and listened.

If this was more torture, that would be it. I would wash down the drain.

The music was haunted. A floating voice sailed in the spaces between what I’d learned was piano. A dull thud. But then the vulnerability, the stress of the first words, hit me and I dissolved. My fingers slipped and I pressed them deeper into the porcelain. I watched the ghost in the mirror react and tried to recall that it was me.

“Clasp hands, you’ll survive.”

Her voice wavered as if she weren’t sure of her words, the fear in there, the loss of something real.

“I’m on my own, looking in,

On the strife,

On the chaos.”

I couldn’t understand the next part, but her voice had me anyway. Something was over, she sung. It was about things that were out of her control. My tears fell into the basin, just water.

Insubstantial water.

Powerful water.

I can do this. I have to. My heart burgled all the strength it could. My head fell as I watched tears pour down the drain, my hair, waving, glowing light and wrong.

“Fate’s taking the last of your strength,

But I know you’ve got a lot fight left.

Fate’s taking the last of your strength,

But I know you’ve got a lot fight left”

Something was stuck in my throat, heaving panic. Let this be the last time.

“I can’t cry for fear of what it means.

I can hope but it leaves me undone.

Regrets keep me standing alone.

Wondering what I could’ve done.

Wondering if I gave you enough.”

There was more than just tears burning my throat; something else was stuck in there, my heart, my soul. I was trying so hard and then, I stopped. This will be the last time. Make it count, I thought. I eased myself down to the floor, the damp bath mat cool on my legs, the player pulling over the edge and landing on the floor. I wrapped my arms around my legs to contain the shaking.

“Please, my love, change this time, change this place.”

She wailed, she pleaded. But it wasn’t going away.

“Take this pain away.” She threw the words at me, threw them into the atmosphere, and offered them to anyone that would have them. And I wanted to take the pain for her. I wanted to be stronger.

Grant. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I let myself feel it. I let the tears run over my lips and into my hands. I held them there.

“Leave me my memories.

Leave them here with me.”

She asked. She told. She demanded.

I thought, They’re mine. You can’t take him from me. You can’t change my mind about him. I won’t.

I let the words roll over and over like racing clouds heavy with destruction. They floated in front of my face; they sloped over my forehead and smoothed down my hair.

“Fate’s taking the last of your strength,

But I know you’ve got a lot fight left.

Fate’s taking the last of your strength,

But I know you’ve got a lot fight left.”

I knew.

This would be the last time I let him hurt me.

 


 About the Author:
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Lauren Nicolle Taylor is a 33-year-old mother living in the tiny, lush town of Bridgewater on the other side of the world in Australia. She married her high school sweetheart and has three very boisterous and individual children. She earned a Bachelors degree in Health Sciences with Honours in Obstetrics and Gynecology and majored in Psychology while minoring in Contemporary Australian Writing.

After a disastrous attempt to build her dream house that left her family homeless, She found herself inexplicably drawn to the computer. She started writing, not really knowing where it may lead but ended up, eight weeks later, with the rough draft of The Woodlands.

In 2013, Lauren Nicolle Taylor accepted a publishing contract with Clean Teen Publishing. Her first published novel, The Woodlands, was released in August 2013 and quickly became a best seller. The second book in The Woodlands Series titled: The Wall, was published in October 2013 and followed suit, maintaining its position on the best seller charts for three months in a row.

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What are 10 weird things about you?

 

  1. I am terrified of caterpillars.
  2. When I shiver from cold I say “Arriba!”
  3. I make up words like en-animal (enamel) and dismorning (this morning)
  4. I have an unnatural obsession with wolves.
  5. I don’t like ‘high fives’ or kisses on the cheek but I’ll hug the life out of you.
  6. I’m convinced that if there’s a hair in the food, it will always find its way onto my plate.
  7. I routinely stab balloons with knives because I’m super scared of the unpredictability of them popping of their own accord.
  8. I’m really good at remembering what song was played in a certain scene of a movie or TV show.
  9. I have an unapologetic love for cheesy rock like Journey and Chicago.
  10. I used to drink orange and milk mixed together.


 

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