Saturday, March 1, 2014

Stacey Nash: Forget Me Not



Today I get to introduce y'all to Jax from Stacey Nash's debut novel, Forget Me Not. If you want to know why I'm firmly on #TeamJax, read on. And get ready to swoon.


Tell us a little bit about yourself.
*looks around the room* Ahh ... I’m me. Jax Belfry, seventeen ... hmm ... *eyes the door* There’s not a lot to tell.

How long have you lived at the safe house? What do you think of the people there?
Oh you know about that. Can I go back and answer the last question? I’m the best recon guy; I always get the good tech. Without fail. *settles back in the chair, dropping his ankle onto his knee*

The safe house, I think I was around eleven when Beau brought me in, so I guess that makes it six years. And the people there... they’re my family.

What do you like to do when you have free time? Do you have a favorite song or movie?
Free time, what is that? Every spare second in my days is spent trying to put a stop to the dictatorship that is the Collective. Favourite song and movie, pfft, that comes back to time.
             
What is it about your motorcycle that you love so much, anyway? (Seems scary to me.)
It’s not mine, but it will be as soon as Marcus realises I ride it more often than he does. It’s a much quieter ride than an ordinary motorcycle, but the power and speed aren’t compromised. There’s something about cruising along that just...it just is what it is; pure heaven. Marcus’s making a few adjustments too, so it’s going to be even neater.

Is there anyone special in your life right now? *bats eyes*
Do you want there to be? *winks*

Uh . . . um. What are you looking for in a girl?
I’m not looking for a girl.

Fair enough. What's your pet peeve? 
Stuck up brown nosers who follow the rules to a T and don’t mind their own business. *snorts* Seriously, I don’t know, maybe ... when people distrust for no reason.

Jax is such an awesome name -- where does it come from?
I like too. It’s ah... *glances away* ...a nickname. My mother gave it to me.

What would your perfect day be like?
Peaceful. No alarms going off, no Lilly talking my ear off. Just me and the bike. Well, maybe...

Anything else you want to add? 
Nope.


And now a little more about Forget Me Not:


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.


Goodreads:
https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18130928-forget-me-not?from_search=true

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.
                                                                 

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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 :
The Collective. That’s what Al said, too. I glance at Will sideways. His mouth hangs slightly open, his eyes wide. He looks as astonished as I feel. Beau’s gaze shifts beyond me, and his face lights up in a smile. When I look over my shoulder, I see Bertie standing in the doorway, waving. She smiles and continues past the room; obviously she and Al are well known around here.
“When tech is used, an alarm is activated, alerting The Collective,” Beau continues. “If the use is unauthorized, they send a scout to appropriate the tech and contain any knowledge of its existence.”
The man in the East Coast Gas uniform, he must have been a scout.
“What do you mean?” Will asks.
Beau rubs his forehead. “Technology, tools, machines, items which perform a specific function. Some tech is common, like cellphones, computers, and satellite tracking, but other tech is not known or used at all. The Collective works hard to keep its knowledge hidden from the general population.”
I shake my head. “I should have known it wasn’t magic.”
The blue flower on the pendant made me appear invisible. Not magic, but technology. My hand still clutches it protectively. How does it work? It has to be some trick with light. I’ve always hated science; I spend most of class daydreaming of being outside with Will and my camera, soaking up his contagious happiness.
Beau’s voice breaks my thoughts. “We also have an alarm. We use it to intercept Collective agents and stop them from harming innocent people. The radar pinpoints the location of the use of tech.”
The boy, the one in the leather jacket. My gaze darts back to the window and the tree branches reaching over the lawn, but I can’t see him. He must have been sent to intercept the gas man.
“This is a safe house. The Collective can’t reach it. You’ll have to stay here while we secure your safety,” Beau says.
“A safe house?” Will asks.
My mind spins again. It’s doing a lot of that this afternoon. There’s so much to take in. This morning we played a dumb game, and now we’re here in the middle of ‘great danger’.
“There are several of them across the country, and each house has a number of people. We will give you assistance.”
My mind whirls. Scouts, collective, safe houses. It’s too much to take in. I move toward an armchair identical to Beau’s, place my hands on its soft, well-worn arms, and sink into it.
“I can’t stay here. My dad, I need to go home to him,” I say. “After Mom, he won’t cope if I disappear, too. He -- he needs me. He doesn’t even have his mother anymore.” I hang my head in my hands, twining my fingers into my hair. He’s balanced so close to the edge of despair, and I won’t push him over.
“They’re relentless. They won’t give up until they find you,” Al says. He’s still here. I’d almost forgotten him. “It’s not safe. You can’t outrun them forever. Don’t worry, I’ll keep an eye on your old man.”
Will’s already rigid stance stiffens further. “What do you mean ‘not safe’?”

“Mae is a threat to the secret knowledge of advanced technology,” Al says, “and The Collective eliminates their threats.”

Doesn't it sound amazing? I read it in a day. One day. It's that good.

Thanks so much for stopping by y'all! What about you -- do you like bad boys like Jax? Or do I get him all to myself? ;)

2 comments:

  1. Thanks for looking after Jax for the day, ST. Xx

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  2. Wait. He's only mine for one day? Dang it.

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