Tuesday, May 9, 2017

Welcome to a BOOK BLITZ for Author T.P. Keane and Her NEW Release Kepler 1.....



RELEASE DAY BLITZ FOR



From award winning author TP Keane, comes a gripping and dark young adult, science fiction/romance novel.



Zoe has only one chance to escape the radiation,
and being a lowly Tier Five is the least of her obstacles


  
The radiation on Earth is killing everyone Zoe Ruthland cares about. After winning the Lottery, she is the only Tier Five citizen given a chance to start over on a new planet. Seen as unworthy, a criminal, many want to see her fail. Zoe must survive training, and the other cadets, to secure her place on the Kepler One spacecraft. But something sinister lurks behind the Government’s plans to save humankind and Zoe has no idea that she is an integral part of it; that she is chosen for another reason.

The Book Trailer
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Excerpts
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“No, wait! That’s not fair. Why should I have to stay when the likes of her get to go?” a boy in white screamed, pointing at me. “She’s too thin and weak anyhow. Send her back to the filth she deserves to be in and I’ll go in her place. She’s useless, all her kind are. That’s why they dress them in grey, so they can blend in with the useless dirt. Shadow!”
The boy spat in my direction, but his spittle didn’t reach me. Shadow was the nickname they gave tier five citizens. I hated it. It meant that we weren’t real, we were only shadows that appeared, made no difference to the world, then died in the light of others more deserving.
All eyes were on me, even Tristan’s. His dark stare raked over me as if to size me up, and he didn’t look impressed. A heat rose in my cheeks and a nervous flutter started in my stomach, but it wasn’t because of Tristan’s gaze. I could feel a fight coming on; I had seen enough of them in my tier to recognise the beginnings, but I was no good at fighting. I had received enough beatings to know that, too.
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Tier Five was darker than I remembered. Accustomed to the brighter lights of the higher levels, my eyes took a moment to adjust. There wasn’t much to see. The corridors around the exit were deserted. Too often the temptation of escape drew the desperate close, and it was all too easy to make a bolt for the door when it was in line of sight. Most tier fives stayed away to keep that temptation at a good distance. There was also the pot-shots that the Tierless soldiers would sometimes take at a passing citizen. Why not? Who would demand justice for a Shadow? Murder was common here, and the temptation to dip one’s toe into sin was prevalent on both sides of the doors. 
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In the darkness, there was no pain, just peace, emptiness, and quiet. It was soothing and devoid of everything that had made life difficult. I wasn’t sure if my body floated right-way-up or swirled in every direction, but I was aware of some movement even if I couldn’t pinpoint it. There was no sensation of up or down, no colour or temperature, just the peaceful nothingness that suspended me and caressed my skin in its viscous pleasantness.
I’d known this darkness before, in dreams on tier five, but they had never been so visceral, so real. It occurred to me to wonder how I’d gotten here, but the thought was soon forgotten as the peace lulled me into a calmness. Drawn to an amity I’d never known, I didn’t want to leave the darkness or question it. I didn’t want to return to that terrible agony called life. Had I died? A small sadness fluttered in my chest. Jason would be upset. Poor Jason, I thought. I hope he . . . I hope . . .  
My thoughts melted out of my brain through my ears and joined the darkness. I floated for what seemed like many hours in the ambience, content to lose myself. But, like all good things that happened to me, my peace didn’t last.
A low thud reverberated all around me, like the deep warm tone of a timpani drum. It was followed by the lulling silence again. The sound shifted and moved the darkness in a rippling wave which reverberated through my being. I snapped to attention, straining my ears to hear what had made the noise. Squinting into the nothing futilely, I tried to see something other than the black, but I was alone as far as I could tell. 
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About the author


TP Keane was born in Galway, Ireland, and is the middle child of seven. An atrocious student, she spent most of her school days dreaming about fantastical adventures and terrifying monsters. In blatant refusal to accept the adult she had become, TP Keane brought forth her mystical worlds in the form of her first epic fantasy novel, The Paladins of Naretia, which won first place in the Acclaimed Books writing contest, and her children’s novel, Dear Bob, The Misadventures of Petunia Pottersfield, which is also up for an award. 

More information about TP Keane and her other works   
can be found on her WEBSITE www.tpkeane.com

In honor of Keane's NEW book release, KEPLER 1 be sure to check out her author interview I conducted with her in November 2016: http://sjfranciswriter.blogspot.com/2016/11/say-hello-to-debut-fantasy-author-tp.html  Thanks, T.P. for allowing me the honor of showcasing your NEW BOOK, Kepler 1 here on my blog!

Thank you all for visiting with us. It’s always a pleasure to meet readers and authors. Until next month, every one please stay safe. Smile. Be happy. Show compassion. Be nice to others. Put a little love into your heart. Please speak up for those without a voice, whether it be a dog, cat, elephant or monkey. One person, one voice can make a difference. Read a book and pass it on. Leave a review. Reviews are important for authors. Believe me. I know. Thank you!

Regards,
S. J. Francis, Writing is my passion, but animals are my world.
Advocate for the underdog, and cat, and supporting writers, et al.
In Shattered Lies: "It's All About Family." Available now from Black Opal Books and for sale at all on-line retailers and independent booksellers. 
                                              

And now for some legal stuff: Copyright 2017 by S.J. Francis. Opinions expressed here are solely those of the author, S. J. Francis and the guest author and are meant to entertain, inform and enlighten, and intend to offend no one.
 

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