NARCOSIS ROOM by Louise Cypress ***Cover Reveal -- Excerpt -- Giveaway***
Today Jennifer Bardsley, Owl Hollow
Press, and Rockstar Book Tours are revealing the cover and an exclusive content
for NARCOISIS ROOM, her new YA Sci-Fi Book which releases in 2019! Check out
the awesome cover and enter the giveaway!
On to the reveal!
Title: NARCOISIS
ROOM
Author: Jennifer Bardsley
Pub. Date: 2019
Publisher: Owl Hollow Press
Formats: Paperback,
eBook
Pages: ?
Find it: Goodreads
Total Recall meets Scott Westerfeld’s Uglies.
Sleep for three months and make your problems go
away.
Ellie Savage is used to promises. Her
dermatologist dad and her psychiatrist mom run the Narcosis Clinic, a medical
facility famous for ultimate makeovers, where disturbing issues are resolved
while patients are beautified. Clients like pop star Dean Mathews are grateful
to narcosis for healing their deepest wounds. Ellie is her parents’ most ardent
supporter until her dreams become a nightmare. Ellie discovers that her true
self has been shredded to bits by the scalpel and the only way for Ellie to
remember is to forget everything she thinks she knows.
Exclusive Excerpt!
A sudden breeze
swept my Mariners cap away, and I chased it down the path to the antique
merry-go-round. It fluttered to a stop right in front of the ticket girl.
“Nice hat,” she
said, smacking her gum. “You know the Mariners suck, right?”
“Tell me about it.”
I fished out money from my pocket. “Ten tickets, please.”
“Ten rides?” Her
plucked eyebrows shot up. “But you’ll miss the whole concert.”
“I’m a Sam Anders
fan,” I lied.
“Whatever.” The girl
pocketed the money in her green vest and clicked open the metal gate.
Ten seconds later I
sat on a wooden horse spinning into oblivion so fast that my hat flew off
again. Painted ponies going up. Painted ponies going down. Mirrors and lights.
Grab the brass ring. Up, down, round and round.
The ride was kind of
like my life. My history was a blur, the memories hard to grasp. Two years at
Remington Prep had ruined me. Something sinister had happened to me at boarding
school, but my brain wouldn’t let me remember what that traumatic event was.
The carousel went faster and faster until I could no longer hear the din of
music in the distance.
Nobody else was
riding that night. Only me.
Whoever that was.
Who was I? Who’d
taught me to ride a bike? What had happened in middle school? Why didn’t Marley
like me? What was that scar on my chest all about? Why was I afraid of water?
How long could I live my life without remembering my past? Where were all
my details? Mom and Dad were afraid of telling me anything because
they wanted my brain to remember on its own, but so far that plan was crap.
When my tenth ride
on the carousel was up, I was so dizzy that I could barely climb off the horse.
I staggered around for a few seconds before I regained my footing. Then I
zeroed in on the totem pole at the top of the field, peering down at me with
its eagle eyes. I tramped up the hill across the damp grass.
“Hey,” the
merry-go-round operator called after me. “You forgot your hat!”
“Trash it,” I said,
not looking back. I felt like I was going to throw up, but not from nausea.
Something sick clawed at my heart. It tore me up from the inside, begging to
get out. Begging to be remembered.
When I got to the
totem pole, I sank onto my knees. Tears streamed down my cheeks.
And I had no idea
why.
About Jennifer:
Jennifer
Bardsley writes the parenting column “I Brake for Moms” for The Everett Daily
Herald. You can find Jennifer on her website: http://JenniferBardsley.net or
on her Facebook page: The YA Gal. An alumna of Stanford University, Jennifer
lives in Edmonds, WA with her husband and two children.
Giveaway Details:
One lucky winner will win an ARC of NARCOISIS
ROOM, US Only.
This sounds like an amazong read
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