Wednesday, 27 May 2015

Blog Tour: The Edge of Forever by Melissa E. Hurst + Excerpt + Giveaway

The Edge of Forever
Behind 256 Pages
Released: 2 June 2015
Genre: Science Fiction
Publisher: Sky Pony Press
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At the Other End:
In 2013: Sixteen-year-old Alora is having blackouts. Each time she wakes up in a different place with no idea of how she got there. The one thing she is certain of? Someone is following her.

In 2146: Seventeen-year-old Bridger is one of a small number of people born with the ability to travel to the past. While on a routine school time trip, he sees the last person he expected—his dead father. The strangest part is that, according to the Department of Temporal Affairs, his father was never assigned to be in that time. Bridger’s even more stunned when he learns that his by-the-book father was there to break the most important rule of time travel—to prevent someone’s murder.

And that someone is named Alora.

Determined to discover why his father wanted to help a “ghost,” Bridger illegally shifts to 2013 and, along with Alora, races to solve the mystery surrounding her past and her connection to his father before the DTA finds him. If he can stop Alora’s death without altering the timeline, maybe he can save his father too.

Melissa lives in the southern US with her husband and three kids. She writes YA science fiction and fantasy, which means she considers watching Star Trek and Firefly as research. She dreams of traveling around the world and maybe finding Atlantis one day. You can usually find her with a book in one hand and a Dr. Pepper in the other. Or consuming lots of chocolate.

THE EDGE OF FOREVER is her debut novel.

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Frenzied cheers erupt when a slender, red-haired woman in a dark blue dress emerges from the Civic Center and steps up to the stage. She waves both hands and flashes a brilliant smile. It’s easy to see why the country loved her. I wonder for a moment what would’ve happened to the country if she didn’t die today. How different things would be now. 

Vika’s voice crystallizes in my ear. “I’m going to move a little closer to the stage.” 

“Don’t go too far,” I reply. Exiting our parameters will result in points being deducted from our grade.

“I just want to get some better footage. You know I like to live on the edge,” she says, flashing me a smile. 

Professor March cuts in. “I need to check in with the others. Maintain position and watch each other’s backs. You’re doing great so far.” He threads his way through the crowd, toward Zed’s area.

I return my attention to the stage. President Foster’s voice is almost hypnotic as she speaks. Yeah, I could definitely trust her if I lived in this time. I glance at the info screen on my DataLink. It’s 9:17. She’ll be dead in less than five minutes. My stomach clenches. I don’t know why I’m feeling like this. She’s a ghost. She’s already dead. All these people are dead. Just like my dad. The familiar lump swells in my throat. I try to swallow it back down. 

“Have you taken any rear crowd shots?”  Vika asks.

I haven’t. I’ve been too busy watching the woman who’s about to die. I swivel around and record the sea of eager faces, drinking in the president’s shiny words of encouragement. Then I turn back toward the stage. 

I spot another Unknown about thirty feet away. I wonder if it’s the same one from before. But then the cloak wavers, revealing a male of medium height and build—like me. His brown hair is lighter than mine. He’s dressed in a gray jumpsuit. 

My heart feels like it’s stopped. 

“Dad,” I whisper. No, it can’t be him. I blink a few times, expecting to see nothing but a bunch of dead people. But he’s still there, staring at me. Then he turns and slips through an opening in the crowd. 

“No!” I yell, taking off after him. “Dad, wait!” 

“What are you doing?”  Vika asks. “You’re not supposed to leave!”

I ignore her. I have to get to Dad. I have to find him before I lose him again. A small part of me knows I’m sabotaging my grade, but I don’t care. I shove my way through the crowd and concentrate on the back of Dad’s head. He suddenly stops and whirls around. I’m maybe five feet away when he says something. 

“What?” I call out. 

“Save Alora, son.” 

Then he vanishes. 

The steady noise filling the cafeteria fades away as a picture forms in my mind—an image of a man with bloodstained hands and two women. One with blonde hair several shades lighter than mine, and one with hair as dark as the midnight sky. My chest tightens. I dreamed about them last night, just like I have for years. The man is my father, and the only reason I know that is because of the pictures Aunt Grace has of him. I wonder if one of the women is my mother. I don’t have a clue. Aunt Grace doesn’t have any pictures of her.  

Yeah, I know that’s weird, but I’ve been living with Aunt Grace since I was little. I have a few hazy memories from before then, but not much. Flashes of me running in a wooded area. The smell of lavender as my mom would tuck me into bed at night. Little things that don’t tell me anything. And I’m pretty sure I used to live in a big city. Sometimes I get these images of tall buildings that seem to touch the sky, as if I’m in the midst of them looking up.

Now this backwoods town is home, including all the small-minded people who inhabit it. Anyone who deviates from their idea of normal is considered too weird to associate with. 

Lucky me.

“Earth to Alora. Are you even listening to me?” A hand waves in front of my face, and I blink several times before turning to my best friend, Sela. 

“Sorry. What did you say?” 

The two girls sitting across from us, Sela’s new friends, laugh in a high-pitched twittering that makes me want to stab my ears. Or them.

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