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Thursday, 17 October 2013

Book Spotlight & Giveaway: Communion by B. Patterson





Communion
B. Patterson
Genre: YA/Urban Fantasy
Number of pages: 155
Word Count: Approximately 46,000
Cover Artist: Jason Alexander
Book Description:

Lester Fuller knows isolation well.  It has been his only friend since Jadarius Singleton humiliated him last year.  But one night after Jadarius's taunts go too far, Lester stumbles upon Gwynn's body.  He's sure she's dead.  Until she bites him.

Vampires are extinct.  There are only the dhampir.

Now something more than human, Lester struggles to determine where he fits in this new society.  Just what secrets about the dhampir are his friends keeping from him?  And what will he do when a notorious figure from dhampir history sets her eyes on him?

Excerpt:

“Everyone, please give a warm welcome to Dr. Camellia Rosario.”

Gwynn stopped being the object of my eye for a few moments as a posh Hispanic woman in a pants suit walked from the double doors. Mr. Johnston must have made a mistake when he called her a doctor. She couldn’t possibly be out of her early twenties.

Dr. Rosario reintroduced herself and went through her credentials, but I was lost in her other details like her full lips, and athletic yet curvy body. Her shoulder-length wavy, nearly frizzy hair bounced as she paraded around the gym. Her amber eyes winnowed the crowd. She demonstrated presence like the power executive types, which made me think of my dad and which likely meant her display was just an attempt to smother the evidence of a depreciating life.

“You may not believe this by my success now, but I used to be bullied, too.”

“She’s right. I don’t believe her.”

Gwynn shot me a smile.

Dr. Rosario went on talking and I went on not listening. Until I heard the word “volunteer.”

Her eyes fell right on me. I’m sure my physical features screamed victim: tall with lanky arms, horn-rimmed glasses, and an unkempt afro. But it would cost a lot more than her outfit to get me to open up to my peers.

Dr. Rosario spun around in a circle, still searching.

“Anybody?”

A hand shot up in the air over where the juniors sat. “I’ll go.”

“Excellent. Come on down.”

The volunteer’s short dreadlocks bobbed as he stepped down the bleachers. The grin plastered to his face was as dark as his complexion. A few students snickered when they saw who it was.

“Thank you,” Dr. Rosario said when he reached her. “Everyone clap your hands for—”

She held out the microphone to him.

“Jadarius Singleton.”

Applause and knowing laughter went off around me. I sat there still, the only motion coming from the corners of my mouth sinking further.

“Jay’s never been bullied,” Gwynn murmured. “Lester, you’re shaking.”

“I’m not,” I snapped.

No, of course Jay hadn’t been bullied. Six foot four with the bulky physique that turned away challengers, Jay was usually on the giving end.

Dr. Rosario passed Jay the microphone.

He suppressed his usual crocodile smile. “Let me reiterate that bullying is no joke. It is cruel and insensitive and—oh, before I continue, shout out to the wrestling team. Good win last Saturday, boys.”

The crowd loosened up with a few more laughs, mixed with shouts and cheers.

A guy a few rows above me cupped his hands around his lips and shouted: “I see you, Jay!”

“I see you, Nicholas,” Jadarius said, pointing to him. “Be careful of that man. He’s a bully on the mat.”

He cleared his throat. “But my favorite—or rather, most tragic—example of bullying comes from last spring. At the end of P.E. class one day, I returned to the locker room to dress into my normal clothes. But my clothes, and a bunch of other freshman’s, had been put into the toilet.”

Jay was full of crap. He’d been a sophomore last year and he wasn’t the victim of the story he told. I raised my hand to get the attention of a teacher. The closest, a group of three, stood together talking. I tried making eye contact with Ms. Lane, the only teacher I trusted, but she was on the other side of the gym.

“Swirling around in those yellow, pissy waters was the new leather jacket I’d got for Christmas. It was the last thing my mom bought me before she left me and my dad.”

I jumped up. As I stepped between students to get to the bottom, Mr. Taiffer caught sight of me and walked over.

“And the worst part was I knew who did it. I stepped to him, expecting the other freshman to join me. Especially since my best friends had the class with me.”

“Stop him,” I said to Mr. Taiffer, my voice somewhere between a shout and a whisper. “He’s lying.”

“What do you mean? I heard about something like that happening last year.”

“Yeah, stupid, it happened to me.”

Jay continued, “He gave me the biggest beat down in the history of Concord Hills High. It was so bad, my friends watched in amazement.”

Mr. Taiffer didn’t take too well to being insulted. And my own anger only grew when I heard the taunting laughter of the crowd rise again.

Dr. Rasario reached for the microphone, but Jay dodged her.

“Oh, one more part, one more part,” he told her. “And this classic tale is brought to you all by the one and only, Lester Fuller.”

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About the Author:


I’m a 25 year old writer.  I’m a graduate of North Carolina State University where I majored in Psychology and minored in Japanese.  I currently live in Maryland.

I wrote a lot as a kid.  I began a new story (or 3 or 4) every school year, but rarely finished them. I finally finished one when I was 16.  It was about ninjas.  It was really bad.

Communion, my first completed novel worth publishing, will be released October 1st. I have that and many other works coming down the pipeline.  I plan to be writing for many years to come.

My values as a writer include:
Writing high-quality books
Diversity
Integrity
Entertainment

Blog:  http://bpattfiction.com/

Twitter:  https://twitter.com/bpattfiction

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1 comment:

  1. Thanks for sharing the great excerpt and the giveaway. Sounds like a intriguing book. evamillien at gmail dot com

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