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Welcome to my stop for the At First Touch blog tour! I have an excerpt of the book, as well as a giveaway of 5 e-copies. But, let me first introduce the book:
Liz Hannigan has been on the run since she was twelve years old.
Her mother is dead. Her father has lost his job. And thanks to an experimental procedure, Liz is now able to ‘download’ the contents of every brain around her with a simple touch. Forced to hide from both the federal government and a darkling group of morally deficient scientists known as the Coalition determined to exploit her abilities, she moves with her father to the bucolic coal town of Pound, West Virginia.
But the hunt for Liz and her abilities hasn’t ended, and her hopes for peace are shattered when she inadvertently downloads the enigmatic Carey Drake, whose unusual good looks and charm conceal a secret as shocking as her own. Stunned by the knowledge that she has found someone else who has extraordinary abilities, Liz finds herself drawn to Carey, discovering a deep attraction, and dares to hope for the first time she might find love.
But when an agent of the Coalition begins stalking her, Liz must find a way to work with the government agency she most mistrusts as she strives to build a longed-for normal life and take down the agent who has tracked her down. Caught up in a struggle to save herself and those she loves, the girl who sees all is blind to true danger until it is too late.
“Sweetie, you were in an accident. You’ve been…in a coma…” he broke off as he succumbed to tears and lifted my frail hand up to his cheek, weeping openly as he kissed the palm and held it tightly. More than the word ‘coma,’ his behavior startled me. My father had always been affectionate, but rarely this emotional. I didn’t think I’d ever seen him cry before.
“What do you mean? What…?” My voice shattered as it happened for the first time.
There’s no way to describe the sudden attack on my mind that took place as my father took my hand. It was as though some switch in my brain was thrown and a deluge of information poured itself into me, straining at the edges of my mind, stunning my whole body into rigid shock. Suddenly I was bombarded by images, words, tightly wound strands of data that stormed through my consciousness and filed themselves away with sharp precision, leaving me breathless and shaken. It had only lasted a few seconds, but when the paralysis faded I stared up at my father with new eyes.
“Mommy? MOMMY! Where’s Mommy?” I screeched, suddenly overwhelmed by a memory of her funeral that hadn’t come from me. “She’s not dead, SHE’S NOT DEAD!” I screamed, trying to scramble out of bed, my eyes pleading with my father to tell me it wasn’t true.
He simply looked shocked for a moment and then pressed me back down on the bed, tears streaming down his face as he tried to quiet my rising hysteria. Another memory that wasn’t mine crashed through my consciousness.
“I’ve been in a coma for a year?” My voice was hollow with disbelief and I could feel my hands beginning to shake uncontrollably. Dad’s eyes widened with alarm and he quickly ducked his head out into the hall to call for a nurse.
“Honey, calm down, it’s ok. You’re awake now, and you’re going to get better; that’s all that matters.” He sat down in the hard-backed chair at my bedside and took my hands in his. “Shh, baby, shh.” He sat there talking quietly to me, telling me that my cat was still alive and doing fine, how my grandparents called every day; slowly he reminded me of who I was and what I had to look forward to. Finally the shaking in my hands stopped and I was able to breathe normally, closing my eyes and trying to make sense of what had just happened. Dad seemed to be of the same mind, because he posed his next question cautiously.
“Sweetheart, how did you know about your mother?” He was still holding my thin hands in his warm, callused palms, and without understanding how, I knew that those calluses had been formed from lifting stones and laying mortar over the past six months; he had lost his job at the insurance company and was forced to work in construction. Why did I know that?
“I don’t know, Daddy. I think…I think you told me.” I frowned, unsure how to explain that startling moment when my mind seemed to link with his and take in so much information. He gave me a confused look and rubbed his five o’clock shadow with his fingers.
“Honey, I know I didn’t tell you. I was trying to figure out to work up to telling you, since I knew it would upset you.” He shook his head. “No, baby, I didn’t tell you.”
I felt tears well up in my eyes, feeling disoriented and grieved that my mother was dead, that somehow a year was gone from my life, and now I had some new strangeness to cope with. Dad saw the tears and brushed them away, giving me an apologetic smile.
“I’m sorry, baby. It doesn’t matter. The doctors said you might be able to hear what we talked about even though you were unconscious. It’s probably just something your mind dragged up.” He patted my hand reassuringly and looked off to the hallway, brow furrowed in thought.
As I looked up at him, feeling so lost and seeing him look so worried and sad, I wished I knew what he was thinking so I could say something to bring us closer. A strange rush blew through my head and once again it was filled with more than my own thoughts.
‘Oh, God, what do I do? Is this some side-effect from the treatment? She seems so strange…the way she’s looking at me. I don’t know what to say to her. Dammit, where is the doctor?’
I gasped and Dad whipped his head back around to look at me.
‘What is it? What’s wrong with her? What did I do?’
“What do you mean, Daddy? What did you do?”
Up for grabs are 5 e-copies of At First Touch. Ends April 16.
About the Author:
Mattie has pursued several useless degrees to support this dream, and presently enjoys teaching (or tormenting, as the case may be) college students the dying art of public speaking. She spends most of her free time writing, but also indulges in reading and traveling.
She is the proud owner of an adorably insane American Eskimo named Finn, and a tyrant cat named Bella, who take up more of her attention than they probably should.
Mattie is currently working on the second book in the First Touch series, and is ecstatic about her new release, At First Touch.
**Mattie Dunman is thrilled to announce her YA/Paranormal INSTINCT is a quarter-finalist in Amazon's Breakthrough Novel Awards! Please check out the excerpt online and share your thoughts!
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