December 5, 2015

Resist Blog Tour: Excerpt + Giveaway
Welcome to my stop on the Resist blog tour! I have a great excerpt from the book to share with you today - and don't forget to enter the giveaway! To follow the rest of the tour, click on the banner above.

Resist (Redzone #2)
Author: Tracey Martin
Genre: New Adult Science Fiction/Thriller
Release Date: November 17, 2015
Publisher: Samhain Publishing


Truth is a powerful weapon…but explosives never hurt.

Sophia can run but she can’t hide. RedZone is on her tail and those of the six tech-augmented soldiers who escaped its clutches with her. If she could only focus on fighting her way to safety, she might live long enough to disappear. But it’s not just her own backside she needs to watch out for.

At her side is her boyfriend, Kyle. He’s the reason she found the courage to escape, and she’ll do anything to keep him and his secrets out of RedZone’s hands. Only problem is, since she was once sent to capture him, he has good reason not to trust her.

In fact, there’s not much trust to go around. RedZone keeps finding them, suggesting someone is a traitor. And if that’s not enough to recapture the group, the organization has a backup plan. One that will force Sophia and Kyle to choose between safety and risking everything one more time.

Warning: Contains killer robots, mutant college students, and dangerous super soldiers. And those are the good guys. It’s enough to make a rogue assassin wish she were taking her philosophy final instead.

I hold my breath until the latch pops, the door slides open, and Kyle looks up sharply from where he’s lying on the bed. Whatever was done to him, it’s worse than what I saw earlier. Faint yellow and green marks discolor his left eye, vanishing evidence of a bruise that should have taken a normal person weeks to heal. Instead, it’s been only hours since I last saw him, and he wasn’t bruised at the time. His clothes are gone too, and he’s dressed in blue scrubs. I’m afraid of what they did to him that his clothes were too ruined to keep.

Despite it all, his face is so sweet I want to kiss it. And the steely yet resigned expression in his dark eyes is proof that his resolve is no more broken than his body. This is the same Kyle who didn’t hesitate to fire at RedZone in the mall, and there’s no doubt in my mind that what I remember him telling me—about being on the run his whole life—is true. Kyle might have gotten into my head, but that isn’t necessarily a bad thing.

“Sophia?” Cautiously, as if expecting a trap, he swings his legs over the side of the cot. “What is it?”

I snap out of my stupor and step into the cell. “I’m sorry. About earlier. I’m sorry for shooting you.”

It’s not what I intended to say. I shouldn’t be wasting words on apologies, but standing so close to him is doing funny things to me again. I want to wrap my arms around him, kiss away the dried blood around his lips. And oh damn, I want to slide up next to him on that bed, trail my hands over the smooth muscles beneath his shirt, show him I can be as kind to him as I was cruel. The sudden longing makes me quake, stirring not only my body but my memories.

A soft bed in his dorm room. Kyle hovering above, raining kisses down my throat. My body burns with desire, but fear tickles the back of my mind. His hands are warm and gentle, slipping under the waistband of my jeans. I don’t know what to do with mine. I’ve never done this before. And I can’t trust him.

But that was then. I shouldn’t trust him now either, but I do. We’re in this together. There’s truth here, in the way he looks at me and the way he makes me feel. The heaviness of the emotion knocks me over, and I sink to my knees in front of him.

Kyle grabs me by the arms. “What is it?”

“Your eye. What did they do to you?”

He snorts. “Oh, just a few violent and invasive medical tests without the benefit of anesthesia. Malone wanted to know whether it hurt while I healed. The black eye wasn’t a test though. It was a message that they didn’t appreciate me raising objections to their techniques.”

Tears threaten to flood my eyes. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s not your fault. I’ve told you that like a hundred times.”

Sixteen that I can remember, but there are probably many more in my missing pieces.

“Why are you here?” Kyle asks. He looks around. “Are you going to get in trouble?”

“That’s what I need you to tell me—why am I here? How did I get here?”

Kyle’s grip on me tightens, and his confusion takes on a darker edge. Fear. “You don’t remember?”

Tracey Martin grew up outside of Philadelphia, the lucky recipient of a drama-free childhood, which is why she spent so much time reading about other people’s lives. It was while she was working on her doctorate in psychology that she had an epiphany–imaginary people are way more fun than real ones. And so she began writing. Never able to choose just one of anything, she currently writes both urban fantasy for adults and contemporary stories for teens.

She likes her coffee simple, her music epic, and her movies to contain explosions. A city girl at heart, she doesn’t understand how she and her husband ended up living in New Hampshire, but writing keeps her off the mean, small town streets. You can find her online at

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  1. I am so excited that I was introduced to Tracy and her work, through this blog. Good job...both of you.

  2. Enjoyed the description and excerpt. Thanks for the giveaway.

  3. Thanks for the chance to win this awesome book.