Blog Tour & Chapter 1 Excerpt For Branded By Abi Ketner & Missy Kalicicki
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Title: Branded (A Sinners Series, 1)
Author: Abi Ketner & Missy Kalicicki
Release Date: June 28, 2013
Genre: Mature YA/NA, Dystopian
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Book Description:
Twenty years ago the Commander came into power and murdered all who opposed him. In his warped mind, the seven deadly sins were the downfall of society. He created the Hole where sinners are branded according to their sins and might survive a few years. At best.
Now LUST wraps around my neck like blue fingers strangling me. I’ve been accused of a crime I didn’t commit and now the Hole is my new home.
Darkness. Death. Violence. Pain.
Now every day is a fight for survival. But I won’t die. I won’t let them win.
The Hole can’t keep me. The Hole can’t break me.
I am more than my brand. I’m a fighter.
My name is Lexi Hamilton, and this is my story.
Twenty years ago the Commander came into power and murdered all who opposed him. In his warped mind, the seven deadly sins were the downfall of society. He created the Hole where sinners are branded according to their sins and might survive a few years. At best.
Now LUST wraps around my neck like blue fingers strangling me. I’ve been accused of a crime I didn’t commit and now the Hole is my new home.
Darkness. Death. Violence. Pain.
Now every day is a fight for survival. But I won’t die. I won’t let them win.
The Hole can’t keep me. The Hole can’t break me.
I am more than my brand. I’m a fighter.
My name is Lexi Hamilton, and this is my story.
Chapter One
I’m buried six
feet under, and no one hears my screams.
The rope chafes
as I loop it around my neck. I pull down, making sure the knot is secure. It
seems sturdy enough. My legs shake. My heart beats heavy in my throat. Sweat
pours down my back.
Death and I
glare at each other through my tears.
I
take one last look at the crystal chandelier, the foyer outlined with mirrors,
and the flawless decorations. No photographs adorn the walls. No happy memories
here.
I’m ready to go.
On the count of three.
I
inhale, preparing myself for the finality of it all. Dropping my hands, a
glimmer catches my eye. It’s my ring, the last precious gift my father gave me.
I twist it around to read the inscription. Picturing his face forces me to
reconsider my choice. He’d be heartbroken if he could see me now.
A door slams in
the hallway, almost causing me to lose my balance. My thoughts already muddled,
I stand waiting with the rope hanging around my neck. Voices I don’t recognize
creep through the walls.
Curiosity
overshadows my current thoughts. It’s late at night, and this is a secure
building in High Society. No one disturbs the peace here—ever. I tug on the
noose and pull it back over my head.
Peering through
the eyehole in our doorway, I see a large group of armed guards banging on my
neighbors’ door. A heated conversation ensues, and my neighbors point toward my
family’s home.
It hits me. I’ve
been accused and they’re here to arrest me.
My father would
want me to run, and in that split second, I decide to listen to his voice
within me. Flinging myself forward in fear, I scramble up the marble staircase
and into my brother’s old bedroom. The door is partially covered, but it
exists. Pushing his dresser aside, my fingers claw at the opening. Breathing
hard, I lodge myself against it. Nothing. I step back and kick it with all my
strength. The wood splinters open, and my foot gets caught. I wrench it
backward, scraping my calf, but adrenaline pushes me forward. The voices at the
front door shout my name.
On hands and knees, I squeeze through the
jagged opening. My brother left through this passage, and now it’s my escape
too. Cobwebs entangle my face, hands, and hair. At the end, I feel for the
knob, twisting it clockwise. It swings open, creaking from disuse. I sprint
into the hallway and smash through the large fire escape doors at the end. A
burst of cool air strikes me in the face as I jump down the ladder.
Reaching
the fifth floor, I knock on a friend’s window. The lights flicker on, and I see
the curtains move, but no one answers. I bang on the window harder.
“Let
me in! Please!” I say, but the lights darken. They know I’ve been accused and
refuse to help me. Fear and adrenaline rush through my veins as I keep running,
knocking on more windows along the way. No one has mercy. They all know what
happens to sinners.
Another
flight of stairs passes in a blur when I hear the guards’ heavy footfalls from
above. I can’t hide, but I don’t want to go without trying.
Help me, Daddy.
I need your strength now.
My previous
desolation evolves into a will to survive. I have to keep running, but I
tremble and gasp for air. I steel my nerves and force my body to keep moving.
In a matter of minutes, my legs cramp and my chest burns. I plunge to the
ground, scraping my knee and elbow. A moan escapes from my chest.
Gotta keep
going.
“Stop!” Their
voices bounce off the buildings. “Lexi Hamilton, surrender yourself,” they
command. They’re gaining on me.
I resist the urge
to glance back, running into what I assume is an alley. I’m far from our
high-rise in High Society as I plunge into a poorer section of the city where
the streets all look the same and the darkness prevents me from recognizing
anything. I’m lost.
My
first instinct is to leap into a dumpster, but I retain enough sense to stay
still. I crouch and peek around it, watching them dash by. The abhorrent smell
leaves me vomiting until nothing remains in my stomach. Desperation overtakes
me, as I know my retching was anything but silent. My last few seconds tick
away before they find me. Everyone knows about their special means of tracking
sinners.
I push myself to
my feet and look left, right, and left again. Their batons click against their
black leather belts, and their boots stomp the cement on both sides of me. I
shrink into myself. Their heavy steps mock my fear, growing closer and closer
until I know I’m trapped.
Never did I
imagine they’d come for me. Never did I imagine all those nights I heard them
dragging someone else away that I’d join them.
“You’re
a sinner,” they say. “Time to leave our society.”
I stand defiant. I
refuse to bend or break before them, even as I shiver with fear.
“There’s no reason
to make this difficult. The more you cooperate, the smoother this will be for
everyone,” a guard says.
I cringe into the
blackness along the wall. I’m innocent, but they won’t believe me or care.
The next instant,
my face slams into the pavement as one guard plants a knee in my back and
another handcuffs me. A warm liquid trails into my mouth. Blood. Their fingers
grip my arms like steel traps as they peel me off the cement. The tops of my
shoes scrape along the ground as I’m dragged behind them until they discard me
into the back of a black vehicle. The doors slam in unison with one guard
stationed on each side of me, my shoulders digging into their arms.
Swallowing hard, I
stare ahead to avoid their eyes. My dignity is all I have left. The handcuffs
dig into my wrists, so I clasp them together hard behind me and press my back
into the seat, unwilling to admit how much it hurts.
Did they need so many guards to capture me?
I’m not carrying any weapons, nor do I own
any. I don’t even know self-defense. High Society frowns on activities like
that.
The driver jerks
the vehicle around and I try to keep my bearings, but it’s dark and the scenery
changes too fast. Hours pass, and the air grows warmer, more humid the farther
we drive. The landscape mutates from city to rolling hills. They don’t bother
blindfolding me because they escort all the sinners to the same place—the Hole.
Twenty-foot cement walls encase the chaos within. There’s no way out and no way
in unless they transport you. They say the Hole is a prison with no rules. We
learned about it last year in twelfth grade.
To the outside,
I’m filth now. I’ll never be allowed to return to the life I knew. No one ever
does.
“All sinners go
through a transformation,” one of the guards says to me. His smirk infuriates
me. “I’m sure you’ve heard all kinds of stories.” I don’t respond. I don’t want
to think about the things I’ve been told.
“You won’t last
too long, though. Young girls like you get eaten alive.” He pulls a strand of
my hair up to his face.
Get your hands off me, you pig. I want
to lash out, but resist. The punishment for disobeying authority is severe, and
I’m not positioned to defy him.
They’re
the Guards of the Commander. They’re chosen from a young age and trained in
combat. They keep the order of society by using violent methods of
intimidation. No one befriends a guard. Relationships with them are forbidden
inside the Hole.
Few have seen the
commander. His identity stays under lock and key. His own paranoia and desire
to stay pure drove him to live this way. He controls our depraved society and
believes sinners make the human race unforgivable. His power is a crushing
fist, rendering all beneath him helpless. So much so, even family members turn
on each other when an accusation surfaces. Just an accusation. No trial, no
evidence, nothing but an accusation.
I lose myself in
thoughts of my father.
“Never show fear,
Lexi,” my father said to me before he was taken. “They’ll use it against you.”
His compassionate eyes filled with warning as he commanded me to be strong.
That was many years ago, but I remember it clearly. My father. My rock. The one
person in my life who provided unconditional love.
“Get out,” the
guard says while pulling me to my feet. The vehicle stops, and I’m jerked back
to reality. The doors slide open and the two guards lift me up and out into the
night. A windowless cement building looms in front of us, looking barren in the
darkness.
The
coolness of the air sends a shiver up my spine. This is really happening. I’ve
been labeled a sinner. My lip starts to quiver, but I bite it before anyone
sees. They shove me in line, and I realize I’m not alone. Women and men stand
with faces frozen white with fear. A guard grabs my finger, pricks it, and dabs
my blood on a tiny microchip.
I follow the man in front of me into the next
room where we’re lined up facing the wall. Glancing right, I see one of the men
crying.
“Spread your legs,”
one of the guards says.
They remove my
outer layers and their hands roam up and down my body.
What do they
think I can possibly be hiding? I press my head into the wall, trying to
block out what they’re doing to me.
“MOVE!” a guard
commands. So I shuffle across the room, trying to cover up.
One
Two
Three
Four
Five of us sit in
the holding room. One by one, they pull people into the next room, forcing the
rest of us to wonder what torture we’ll endure. An agonizing amount of time
passes. I lean my head back and try to imagine a place far away. The door
opens.
“Lexi Hamilton.”
A
guard escorts me out of the room, and I don’t have time to look back. As soon
as the door closes, they pick me up and place me on a table. It’s cold and my
skin sticks to it slightly, like wet fingers on an ice cube. Then they exit in
procession, and I lie on the table with a doctor standing over me. His hands
are busy as he speaks.
“Don’t move. This will only take a few minutes. It’s time for you to be
branded.”
A wet cloth that smells like rubbing alcohol is used to clean my skin.
Then he places a metal collar around my neck.
Click. Click. Click.
The collar locks into place, and I struggle to breathe. The doctor
loosens it some as I focus on the painted black words above me.
The Seven Deadly Sins:
Lust
¾
Blue
Gluttony
¾
Orange
Greed
¾
Yellow
Sloth
¾
Black
Wrath
¾
Red
Envy
¾
Green
Pride
¾
Purple
“Memorize it. Might keep you alive longer if
you know who to stay away from.” He opens my mouth, placing a bit inside. “Bite
this.”
Within seconds,
the collar heats from hot to scorching. The smell of flesh sizzling makes my
head spin. I bite down so hard a tooth cracks.
“GRRRRRRRRR,”
escapes from deep within my chest. Just when I’m about to pass out, the
temperature drops, and the doctor loosens the collar.
He removes it and
sits me up. Excruciating pain rips through me, and I’m on the verge of a mental
and physical breakdown. Focus. Don’t pass out.
Stainless steel
counters and boring white walls press in on me. A guard laughs at me from an
observation room above and yells, “Blue. It’s a great color for a pretty young
thing like yourself.” His eyes dance with suggestion. The others meander around
like it’s business as usual.
I finally find my
voice and turn to the doctor.
“Are you going to
give me clothes?” A burning pain spreads like fire up from my neck to my jaw,
making me wince.
He points to a set
of folded grey scrubs on a chair. I cover myself as much as I can and
scurry sideways. Grabbing my clothes and pulling the shirt over my head, I try
to avoid the raw meat around my throat. I quickly knot the cord of my pants
around my waist and slide my feet into the hospital-issue slippers as the
doctor observes. He hands me a bag labeled with my name.
“Nothing is
allowed through the door but what we’ve given you,” he says.
I hide my right
hand behind me, hoping no one notices. A guard scans my body and opens his
hand.
“Give it to me,”
he says. “Don’t make me rip off your finger.” He crouches down and I turn to
stone. I don’t know what to do, so I beg.
“My father gave this to me. Please, let me
keep it.” I smash my eyes shut and think of the moment my father handed the
golden ring to me.
“It was my
mother’s ring,” he’d said. “She’s the strongest woman I ever knew.” With tears
in his eyes, he reached for my hand and said, “Lexi, you’re exactly like her.
She’d want you to wear this. No matter how this world changes, you can
survive.” I turned the gold band over in my palm and read the engraving.
You can overcome anything… short of death.
“You’re going to take the one thing that
matters the most to me?” I say, glaring into the guard’s emotionless eyes. “Isn’t
it enough taking my life, dignity, and respect?”
A hard blow falls
upon my back. As I fall, my hands shoot out to stop me from smashing into the
wall in front of me. The guard bends down and grabs my chin with his meaty
fist.
“Look at me,” he
commands. I look up and he
smiles with arrogance.
“What the hell?”
He staggers a step backward. “What’s wrong with you? What’s wrong with your
eyes?”
“Nothing,” I
respond, confused.
“What color are
they?”
“Turquoise.” I
glower at him.
“Interesting,” he
says, regaining his composure. “Now those’ll get you in trouble.”
Reality slaps me
across the face. I have my father’s eyes. They can't take them from me. I twist
the ring off my finger and drop it in his hand.
“Take the damn
ring,” I say. I walk to the door. He swipes a card and the massive door slides
open to the outside.
“You have to wear
your hair back at all times, so everyone knows what you are.” He hands me a
tie, so I pull my frizzy hair away from my face and secure it into a ponytail.
My neck burns and itches as my hand traces the scabs that have already begun to
form. Squinting ahead in the darkness, I almost run into a guard standing on
the sidewalk.
“Watch where you’re going,” he says, shoving
me backward. His stiff figure stands tall and I cringe at the sharpness of his
voice.
“Cole, this is
your new assignment, Lexi Hamilton. See to it she feels welcome in her new
home.” The guard departs with a salute.
“Let’s move,” Cole
says.
I take two steps
and collapse, my knees giving out. The unforgiving pavement reopens the scrapes
from earlier and I struggle to stand. A powerful arm snatches me up, and I see
his face for the first time.
I am not even sure I can write a review that will do this book any justice. I will say this book was Amazing,Beautifully written, Incredible.
Abi Offered this book to me to read and review and She told me flat out it was a very gritty book ..not for the light hearted and she did not lie. It definitely is a different kind of read BUT a Phenomenal one for sure.
"Never did I imagine they’d come for me. Never did I imagine all those nights I heard them dragging someone else away that I’d join them."
This Book is Violent,painful, shocking, and it will keep you turning the pages and wanting more now.
Lexi has Been accused of Lust, She has been taken to the "Hole" and branded around her neck with her sin. She is not guilty, But trying to defend herself could result in her being killed instantly so she goes quietly.
Once in the Hole She is assigned a guard Cole. Cole is Sincere , he is Guarding her but also he chooses to protect her at the same time. Not what guards are suppose to do at all.
"I never planned on falling for you. You were just an assignment. But it just sort of happened and now... There's not a single thing I would change about you. When you smile, my entire world stops. All I see is you. I need you."
They for a friendship which in turn leads to feelings for each other. Something that is forbidden in the Hole. No guard should be involved with a sinner. They have seen first hand what happens when you get involved. So they sneak around, they Hide it from everyone.
You will read how Cole helps to keep her safe, How bonds are formed and friends are made. You will get a BIG surprise about midway through, BUT a GREAT one trust me.
I LOVED this book Abi & Missy did an amazing Job with this story line and I can not wait for book #2 There is no cliffhanger. You are left in a happy place with Lexi and Cole,safe and together, but you will want to know more. The good thing is they are already working on Book #2 YEAH !!!!
"I love you... I don't want you to ever question it. I'd give up my life for yours. That's how much I love you. Don't you dare ever doubt that."
Author Bios:
Abi Ketner Is a
registered nurse with a passion for novels, the beaches of St. John , and her Philadelphia Phillies.
A talented singer, Abi loves to go running and spend lots of time with her
family. She currently resides in Lancaster ,
Pennsylvania
Melissa Kalicicki received her bachelor’s degree fromMillersville University Lancaster , Pennsylvania Cleveland
sports fan.
Abi and Missy met in the summer of 1999 at college orientation and have been best friends ever since. After college, they added jobs, husbands and kids to their lives, but they still found time for their friendship. Instead of hanging out on weekends, they went to dinner once a month and reviewed books. What started out as an enjoyable hobby has now become an incredible adventure.
Links:
twitter @abiandmiss.com
Melissa Kalicicki received her bachelor’s degree from
Abi and Missy met in the summer of 1999 at college orientation and have been best friends ever since. After college, they added jobs, husbands and kids to their lives, but they still found time for their friendship. Instead of hanging out on weekends, they went to dinner once a month and reviewed books. What started out as an enjoyable hobby has now become an incredible adventure.
Links:
twitter @abiandmiss.com
website and
blog www.abiandmissy.com
Facebook https://www.facebook.com/AbiandMissy
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