Its release day - How Exciting. Frostbite by Lynn Rush is now available !! Cant wait for you to read it all. I loved this book !!
Amanda gives a whole new
meaning to cool…
Amanda
Smith is sick of getting chased from town-to-town. So when she lands in tiny
Trifle, Arizona, she hopes it’s her last move for a long time. Despite hating
the smallness of the town, she settles in and finds a best friend, and even a
boyfriend. Normality at its finest.
But
for a girl who can shoot snow from her hands and lift a two-ton truck over her
head like a bag of feathers—normal is not an option.
The
scientists who murdered her mother come barreling into Amanda’s quiet life. She
must decide if she’ll run again or stay and fight. The price of either choice
might be her life or the lives of those she’s come to love…
Book Details:
Title: Frostbite (Touch of
Frost Trilogy #1)
Word count: 72,000
Release Date: 9/17/13
Publisher: Lynn Rush, LLC
Genre: Paranormal Romance – New Adult/Upper YA
Excerpt from the first chapter:
“I will not freeze anyone today.” I wiggled my
fingers. Not that they ever listened to my command, but I had to try something.
I’d made it three months at this school without accidentally freezing someone.
Just
needed to keep it that way for one more week until graduation.
I
clomped out of my bedroom, backpack in tow, chanting my no-freezing-allowed
mantra in my head. A steaming travel mug sitting on top of the breakfast bar
caught my attention. A note taped to it read: Morning. I’m in the garage.
Despite
his tendency to nag, my big brother had one or two redeeming qualities. I
brought the coffee to my nose and flipped the sip-hole open. “Mmm.” Vanilla
flavored. My fave.
I
hustled to the door and yanked it open, ready to face another day. Dry, desert
air greeted my skin with a gentle caress when I stepped onto the porch. The
yard littered with cactus and rocks reminded me of the stark contrast between
Arizona and Minnesota. Despite my icy tendencies and ability to withstand
extreme cold, I’d rather have the sun shining down and warming me.
I
started down the flight of stairs to the sidewalk leading toward the garage
still repeating my mantra. A daily ritual, crazy by anyone’s standards but
mine, considering I had to work pretty hard to not accidentally freeze
something.
Clanking
metal and a slew of curse words streamed out from the garage. My trot down the
stairs morphed into a mad dash.
The Coats found us again!
My quick
motion sent dark liquid splashing through the lid and onto my shirt. Coffee
soaked the cotton, scorching my skin. I hurled the cup to the gravel yard. Please let Scott be okay. If I had to
witness another relative—my last living relative—lying in a pool of blood,
dead…I’d crack. Literally crack.
I kicked
the side door open, my hand already chilled and ready to freeze anyone who
wasn’t my brother. “Scott.” I screamed so loud, razors slicing my throat would
have hurt less.
Oh my
God. Did they get him?
Scott
popped up from behind the car. He lifted his arms in surrender. “Whoa.” His
gaze fixed on my hand.
Fanned
open and aimed directly at him, my arctic-blue digits shimmered with a layer of
frost. Panic squeezed my lungs. Tremors traveled up my legs and vibrated my
gut. When I was scared, my power always exploded. Sometimes to the extent that
I left a trail of dead people…
The
crowbar Scott held clanked to the cement and rang like a tower bell within my
skull.
I drew
in a stuttered breath and scanned the single-car garage. “Scott? Are you okay?
I heard—”
“Pull it
back, Mandy. Calm down.” He inched toward me. White puffs of breath leaked from
his mouth. “You can do it. Pull it back.”
“I
thought—” I swallowed hard. My tongue turned as dry as cotton. I lowered my
arm, and my bag slid off my shoulder to the floor. Damn those Coats for turning me into a paranoid
freak.
More of
a freak than I already was.
“Mandy?”
“I heard
a crash and you cursing up a storm. I thought the Coats—” My jaw clenched. The mere thought of them triggered my gag
reflex. They’d slaughtered my parents four years ago, and I’d been on edge every
day since.
The fact
that they’d captured me a few times didn’t help with the paranoia either.
I peeked
behind me. Our tiny apartment above my brother’s smoothie shop remained dark
and quiet. No jerks dressed in white doctor-type outfits or army fatigues stomping
around, shooting their pointy little tranquilizer darts.
It’d
been a while since we’d seen them, but I wouldn’t ever relax. How could I?
They’d been chasing us for so long. And we’d had more close calls with them
than I’d like to remember.
Scott
grabbed my shoulder. “I’m sorry. They haven’t found us. We’re safe, Mandy.
We’re safe.”
Thank
God. I couldn’t lose Scott. Couldn’t see him hurt again. “What’s going on? I
almost turned you into an ice sculpture.”
“I’d
make a totally hot sculpture though, right?” He fingered his chestnut curls.
“Can you turn down the cold first? It’s freezing in here.”
“Well,
whose fault is that? You can’t go around cussing and clanging metal together, I
thought someone was attacking you again.” Besides, I didn’t particularly feel
like killing anyone this morning.
I shook
out my hands. Back off. I didn’t have
a great way of getting this ice-thing under control, so telling it to settle
down seemed to work for now. If only I knew how this happened to me.
And why
the hell didn’t Scott have any powers if Mom had this, too?
“Good
job. I can feel it warming up.” If Scott’s indigo eyes got any bigger, they’d
pop out of their sockets. “I’m sorry, Mandy. I didn’t mean to scare you.”
My heart
finally slowed to a jog. I felt like I’d sprinted a marathon in record time.
The thought of Scott getting hurt by those crazy scientists totally freaked me
out. Although he told lame jokes and was kind of a nerd, he was all I had left.
I had to
keep him safe. He was in danger because of me. Not to mention he was pretty
wimpy.
“What
the heck are you doing in here?”
He
gestured his blackened thumb to the car. “Flat tire.”
“Again?”
“Must
have a slow leak.”
I
shuffled to the rear of the car, and the scent of rubber, grease and gasoline
sent my nose tingling. “I’ll give you a hand. We have to hurry. Principal
Nimrod will be ticked if I’m late again.”
“Don’t
call him that.” Scott snatched his crowbar. “He could keep you from
graduating.”
Whatever. I curled my fingers around the hitch
connection. “Here?”
“That’s
good.”
I
pulled, and the metal groaned under my grip. The end of the Mustang rose. Scott
squatted beside the rear wheel and went to work on whatever he was doing to the
tire.
“Much
better than that jack. I couldn’t get it to work.” He winked at me. “You’re
kind of handy to have around.”
“I’m a
great car jack.”
“You’re
good at other things, too. Don’t forget the new fridge you carried up to the
kitchen last weekend.”
I
snickered. If only I could have gotten a picture of that. A tiny chick like me
carrying the massive appliance up the flight of stairs would have gotten a few
views online for sure.
But
there were no pictures allowed in our lives. Couldn’t afford to leave any
trails. I so despised this nomadic lifestyle.
I blew
the dust off the trunk of the classic car. “At least we’re not on the side of
the road for Toni to see this and ruin everything for us.”
“True.
I’m thinking we chose the right town this time. That we’ve finally found a
place to settle down.”
“Really?
No more Coats?” Settling down sure
had its appeal, but I didn’t dare get my hopes up. Been there, done that.
Totally crushed.
Scott
nodded. “It’s been a long time since we’ve seen a Coat. I think we’ve finally lost them.”
I didn’t
share his optimism, but I kept that to myself. Skepticism became my middle name
four years ago when my parents were slaughtered and all this running-shit
started. I wasn’t sure it’d ever change. ~Frostbite, by @LynnRush http://amzn.to/17S3I2X
Author Bio:
Lynn Rush is a pen name that is a combination of two sources – Lynn,
the first name of her mother-in-law, who passed away and Rush – since the
author is a former inline speed skater and mountain biker. All of Rush’s books
are dedicated to Lynn, her namesake, and a portion of the proceeds benefits
cancer research and treatment.
Rush holds a degree in psychology from Southwest Minnesota State
University and a master's degree from the University of Iowa. Originally from
Minneapolis, Rush currently enjoys living in the Arizona desert with her
husband of 17 years and her loveable Shetland Sheep dog. When she’s not busy
writing her next trilogy, she can be found pounding the pavement, training to
run her first marathon.
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