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Collide
Release Date: 07/07/14
What if psychic warfare is real???
Christine Fonseca's latest action-packed, heart-pounding thriller COLLIDE, explores the world of psychic warfare with a new twist!
What if psychic warfare is real???
Christine Fonseca's latest action-packed, heart-pounding thriller COLLIDE, explores the world of psychic warfare with a new twist!
Summary from Goodreads:
The most dangerous
secrets are the ones that kill.
When a surprising mental breakdown draws too much attention from a secret government group call the Order, 17-year-old Dakota discovers that her so-called boring life isn’t so boring after all. Between the lies, secrets and assassins out to kill her family, Dakota discovers there’s more to paranormal activity than ghosts and cheap mind tricks. Now she must uncover the truth before a new breed of terrorism takes everything away – including her life.
When a surprising mental breakdown draws too much attention from a secret government group call the Order, 17-year-old Dakota discovers that her so-called boring life isn’t so boring after all. Between the lies, secrets and assassins out to kill her family, Dakota discovers there’s more to paranormal activity than ghosts and cheap mind tricks. Now she must uncover the truth before a new breed of terrorism takes everything away – including her life.
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"Collide
is a fast moving, suspenseful thriller full of twists and turns around every
bend. An action packed read that will have your heart slamming in your chest
and your mind racing until the end."
- Brooke DelVecchio, the
Cover Contessa -
blogger/reviewer
Excerpt :
A peek into the
horrific mind of the Architect:
No Mercy
The Architect
watched Dr. Tate leave the hospital at 5:00, just like he had every night for
the past month. He walked from the elevator to his mid-sized sedan, fumbling
for his keys. Sweat dotted his brow, darkening the grey streaks along his
hairline. He opened the car and slid inside.
It’s
time,
the Architect thought. The parking structure was unusually quiet, the air thick
with exhaust. She settled herself as Dr.
Tate closed the door. The sound echoed against the cement beams and a nervous
smile formed on her lips.
His death would
be child’s play to her now. After practicing for last the ten years, she had
the technique down. Just picture the blood vessels in the brain exploding and poof, Tate would drop dead from an
aneurysm before he knew what was happening. Quick. Easy.
The Architect
wanted to believe the lie; was desperate to escape the truth she couldn’t
afford to accept—killing took a piece of her soul. Every single time.
Dr. Tate pulled
his cell phone and began to speak. The Architect stared, her mind wandering
through his thoughts. The Doctor knew about death. Murder. He deserved this; he
deserved to die.
His memories
merged with the Architect’s, transforming her thoughts into a distant sterile
lab. Experiments. Mice.
And death.
The Architect
tried to kill the mice, tried to make their tiny brains explode. But the
feelings overwhelmed her—fear mixed with the blinding hot agony that settled
behind her eyes as she pictured the rodent’s death. Dr. Tate ordered her to try
again. And again. But each attempt brought more of the animal’s pain to her,
causing the bile in her stomach to churn and rendering her useless.
Until Dr. Tate
had tried a new approach—self preservation. Dr. Tate had strapped her to the
chair, injected her veins with a cocktail of cocaine and heroin, knocked her to
the ground and unleashed the vermin. Moments passed before they nibbled at her
feet, her hands, her face. Hyped up on the mind blowing poison, she’d
slaughtered hundreds of mice as they chewed on her bound flesh. She had no
choice. Through her own agony, the Architect could see the rodents’ tiny brains
lined with blood-filled balloons. She burst them all. The mice screamed as
their lives ended with one sharp explosion. It was a sound she’d never forget.
No matter how
many more executions she completed.
The Architect
had cut herself off from her emotions that day. She’d channeled her anger and
hate into something else, something worse. She’d learned to kill.
Are
you ready to prove yourself? the Creator asked.
Her memories of
Tate and the lab faded in an instant.
I
am,
the Architect thought as Dr. Tate ended his call and adjusted his rearview
mirror. The engine roared to life, echoing through the still-vacant structure.
She had little time to complete the mission before he left. The last thing she
wanted was to risk collateral damage.
The Architect’s
eyes rolled back and she imagined life from Tate’s perspective. Her vision
blurred as she focused on the blue glow of the sedan’s interior dash lights.
She forced his fingers around the steering wheel, took a quick breath, and
centered her thoughts.
“Your turn to
die,” she said to no one.
Dr. Tate slipped
the car into Reverse, his foot on the brake. Blinding light split his head in
two. Nausea swirled up from his stomach, racing toward his throat as the pain
intensified. He gripped his forehead with both hands. Tears welled in his eyes
and a strangled gasp came from his mouth. He pressed harder on the pedal as his
thoughts shattered into a million pieces. Chaos, terror, agony and regret mixed
in equal proportion.
The Architect
experienced every moment. Tate’s pain became hers; his regrets, hers. The end
came in a single heartbeat. His head fell back and his foot slide off of the
brake pedal. Dr. Tate’s sedan rolled,
hitting the large SUV behind him. Alarm bells pierced the silence and reverberated
around the concrete grave.
The Architect
detached and left his mind.
It’s
done,
she thought as she opened her eyes. She started the ignition of her own black
sedan and drove away.
Good. The
Creator left her thoughts.
Her lips turned
upward as she maneuvered out of the dark parking structure. The setting sun
filled her car with pink and orange light. Long shadows told her the time as
she sped off toward the Pacific Ocean, pleased. She had passed the test; she’d
killed willingly. Acceptance into the Order wouldn’t be a problem now. Her life
would be spared.
The others
shared a different fate.
About the Author
Critically acclaimed nonfiction and YA author Christine Fonseca is
dedicated to helping children of all ages find their voice in the world. In
fiction, she explores the darker aspects of humanity and delivers gothic
thrillers that take you on a rollercoaster ride of emotions.
In addition to writing, Ms. Fonseca is a frequent presenter and trainer
on subjects ranging from writing to behavior and understanding the unique needs
of gifted children. She blogs regularly on many sites and participates in
events throughout the country. See the News/Events page for upcoming events.
When Christine isn’t crafting her next book and working with kids, she can be found sipping too many skinny vanilla lattes at her favorite coffee house or exploring the world with her family.
When Christine isn’t crafting her next book and working with kids, she can be found sipping too many skinny vanilla lattes at her favorite coffee house or exploring the world with her family.
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