Forget Me Not
by Stacey Nash
Title: Forget Me Not (Book I in the Collective series)
Author: Stacey Nash
Release Date: February 17, 2014
Publisher: Entranced Publishing, Rush
Genre: YA speculative fiction
Blurb: Since her mother vanished nine years ago, Anamae and her father have shared a quiet life. But when Anamae discovers a brooch identical to her mother's favorite pendant, she unknowingly invites a slew of trouble into their world. When the brooch and the pendant are worn together they're no longer pretty pieces of jewelry -- they're part of a highly developed technology capable of cloaking the human form. Triggering the jewelry's power attracts the attention of a secret society determined to confiscate the device -- and silence everyone who is aware of its existence. Anamae knows too much, and now she's Enemy Number One.
She's forced to leave her father behind when she's taken in by a group determined to keep her safe. Here Anamae searches for answers about this hidden world. With her father kidnapped and her own life on the line, Anamae must decide if saving her dad is worth risking her new friends’ lives. No matter what she does, somebody is going to get hurt.
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Blurb: Since her mother vanished nine years ago, Anamae and her father have shared a quiet life. But when Anamae discovers a brooch identical to her mother's favorite pendant, she unknowingly invites a slew of trouble into their world. When the brooch and the pendant are worn together they're no longer pretty pieces of jewelry -- they're part of a highly developed technology capable of cloaking the human form. Triggering the jewelry's power attracts the attention of a secret society determined to confiscate the device -- and silence everyone who is aware of its existence. Anamae knows too much, and now she's Enemy Number One.
She's forced to leave her father behind when she's taken in by a group determined to keep her safe. Here Anamae searches for answers about this hidden world. With her father kidnapped and her own life on the line, Anamae must decide if saving her dad is worth risking her new friends’ lives. No matter what she does, somebody is going to get hurt.
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What
Others Had to Say:
"I certainly
won't be forgetting Nash's debut, FORGET ME NOT! A vividly fast-paced tale with
adventure, secrets, and kissing!" -Kimberly P. Chase, Author of THE APOLLO
ACADEMY.
"Vivid, fresh, and unforgettable!" - Kimberly P. Chase, Author of THE APOLLO ACADEMY.
"Vivid, fresh, and unforgettable!" - Kimberly P. Chase, Author of THE APOLLO ACADEMY.
About the Author:Stacey grew up in the Hunter Valley of New South Wales. It is an area nestled between mountains and vineyards. Full of history and culture, it provides wonderful writing inspiration. After dabbling with poetry during her teen years, Stacey stopped writing until after university when she was married with young children. Now she loves nothing more than spending her days with her children and writing when inspiration strikes.
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Excerpts:
Easing the door closed, I climb out of the attic
and head to the bathroom to clean my dust-covered hands. Water rushes from the
spout and splashes against the sides as the basin fills. A reflection of me
stares back from the mirror, my dirty hand clutching my aching chest. Today
everything feels so raw, open, and fresh, like it only just happened. Why isn’t
she still here?
Rubbing my hands clean, I delve into my pocket
for the jewelry. Bringing it to my collar, I pin it into my blouse and the hard
edges of the brooch prick my skin. My thumb brushes over the smooth, round
sides of the pendant and when I pull it over my head, the chain catches on my hair.
After I twist it through the tangle so it finally falls cool against my skin,
it nestles in the hollow of my throat. I pick it up between my fingers and with
reverent slow strokes, rub my thumb over the shiny yellow center—the pendant
Mom never took off.
A shiver shoots up my spine and out through my
limbs like an electric current, zapping every cell, every fiber, every part of
my being. Walking on graves, that’s what Mom would have said. Maybe it’s an
omen about her.
I plant my palms on either side of the full basin
and peer into the still water taking a moment to collect my thoughts. The water
reflects only the cream ceiling. That can't be right. I do a double take and
look again.
My chest tightens. I hold my hand up, but I can’t
see it—not my arm, not my chewed fingernails, not my leather watch on my wrist.
Where am I? Mouth gaping, I look into the mirror again, but I see nothing.
Not even my face.
I dip my finger into the warm, reflection-free
water. Circles ripple in ever growing rings, but there’s no image. My gaze
flits to the mirror, but I see only the open door. I have no reflection.
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