Monday, November 30, 2015

Timesurfers by Rhonda Sermon @RABTBookTours @RhondaSermon

Young Adult Urban Fantasy
Date Published: 9/28/2015

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"It’s not a choice. It’s a destiny."

Fifteen-year-old Cate takes weird, unusual and plain terrifying in her stride. Five years in witness protection will do that. It didn’t however prepare her for when everything and everyone surrounding her suddenly froze at the bus stop. All still like statues. Only she sees the teens appear out of thin air. One boy hoists the bus she’s waiting to board over his head, while the others disarm a bomb placed underneath it. When she confronts them the teens vanish. Literally vanish.

Intrigued why Cate wasn't frozen at the bus stop, the teens pursue her relentlessly. They arrive at Socrates Private School and all the teachers and the other students act like they've known them all forever– like they’ve always attended the school. Cate sees something different. She is adamant they are totally new to Socrates and have never set foot in the school before today. What's with that?

When Cate accidentally brings a dead cheerleader back to life, her connection to the secretive teens is revealed. They are Timesurfers who travel through time and battle the powerful dark forces intent on manipulating history. A reluctant Cate is forced into their brutal world. She must discover her magical powers, choose a side, and end an ancient war. That’s if, and it’s a pretty big if, she can survive the initiation trials. No pressure though.


“If you’re rifling through my brain with your little Time-Jedi tricks, stop it.” At this rate she wouldn’t have a brain to rifle through, it was taking such a beating.
“I can’t read your mind, happy?”
She was light years away from happy. “How do you travel through time like that?”
“It’s a combination of magic and science. Your body dematerialises–”
“No! You look like you’ve stepped from one room to another.” She smoothed her hair and removed a few stands of grass. “I look like I’ve be pulled through a tornado.”
He chuckled as he plucked random plant matter from her hair. His broad shoulders blocked the sun, which outlined him with its silver glow. As his hand ran over her hair, tingles shimmered over her scalp.
She swatted his hand away. “I can do it.”
“I’ve been surfing for longer than you’ve been alive.” He dropped his hand. “It takes practice.”
“What, so now you’re a century old, immortal, magical time traveller who’s frozen forever at sixteen?”
“Whoa! Big leap there. I’m nineteen, but I’ve been Timesurfing since before I could walk. My mum, who is an immortal, hid out in a different time each week until I was five. She had a relationship that went bad.”
“Your mother’s an immortal?”
“Keep up. I’m off. Eve’s headed this way from cheer practice. ETA, two minutes.”
“But we’ve been gone for ages.”
“Perks of time travel. Spend as long as you want in my present—only lose a few minutes in your present. That’s my past.”
“Yeah, yeah, I got that. When you were talking to Naitanui before, who did you think I was?”
“The magic won’t let me say.” Austin’s impish grin frustrated her. He pushed all her buttons so effortlessly with his infectious boyish charm and the promise of an uncomplicated good time.
“You know I’m going to tell Eve everything?”
Austin shrugged. “It’s you risking the frontal lobotomy. Naitanui!” He flickered and disappeared.

About the Author

Rhonda lives in Perth, Western Australia with her husband and two children. Her two ragdoll cats can often be found helpfully walking over her keyboard, chasing her mouse or generally complaining loudly about the lack of priority their needs are being given. On the good days, she adores writing, on the challenging days, it’s still awesome. Her debut novel Timesurfers was a finalist in the Young Adult category and overall runner up in The Strongest Start 2012 Contest hosted by

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1 comment:

Marcy Meyer said...

The whole story sounds interesting. Being in witness protection is always an added appeal.