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Friday, March 27, 2015


Blog Tour: Untaken - Excerpt

Title: Untaken
Author: J.E. Anckorn
Link: Goodreads
Publication Date: March 23, 2015 (Re-Release)
Publisher: Curiosity Quills Press

It turns out that a real alien invasion is nothing like the Sci-fi shows 14-year-old Gracie loves. Not when it’s your own family who are swallowed whole by those big silver ships. Not if it could be you next.

In her search for her family, Gracie meets Brandon, a high school dropout who would never have been caught dead hanging out with a dork like Gracie before the world ended. Gracie isn’t too crazy about Brandon either, but he has one thing she doesn’t: A plan.

Brandon’s uncle has a cabin up in Maine, and If Gracie and Brandon can survive long enough to get there they can hide out until the Space Men pack up their ships and leave.

Until the army guys come to rescue them, says Brandon. Brandon is big into army guys. Gracie has to admit that Brandon’s Awesome Plan probably would have worked out great if wasn’t for Jake.

They found 5-year-old Jake, laying half-dead under the remains of someone’s ranch house. He’s a good kid, even if he won’t-or can’t- talk. But Jake has a secret, and when Gracie finds out what it is, the fragile new life they’ve started to forge looks set to break apart.

When the people you’ve been counting on to put the world back together start hunting you down, alien invaders are the least of your worries.

     Katie and Zach walked up Auburn Street toward me, Katie in a short dress that showed off her long brown legs, and Zach with his shirt tied round his waist and a basketball jammed under one muscular arm.
     There was no time to duck off down a side street. They’d seen me.
     “Hey,” said Katie. “What’s up?”
     Zach gave the ball a couple of hard bounces on the pavement instead of replying. He’d been a scrawny little boy last summer, but now he was taller than me.
     “Nothing much,” I told them. Katie and Zach and I had been to the same elementary school. Katie and I had been friends once—she only lived a few streets away from us—but after Mom had seen Katie hanging out with a bunch of older kids, passing a bottle back and forth down at the park, I’d been banned from speaking to her. She hung out with a different crowd at school now.
     “I haven’t seen you in forever!”
     I didn’t know what to say. I still felt bad at the way I’d avoided her at school, pretended I wasn’t home when she rang the doorbell. She’d given up trying to talk to me a couple of years ago now, but it was still awkward to run into her like this.
     “We’re going over to the playground,” Katie said, finally. “Want to come?”
     “No, I don’t think I can—”
     Katie rolled her eyes. “Whatever, Gracie. I guess your mom won’t let you?”
     “It’s not that….” I said.
     “What then? We used to hang out down there all the time.” She laughed. “Remember our secret clubhouse?”
     It hadn’t been much of a clubhouse. Just a bare patch of pine-needley ground between a bunch of spruces that grew around the basketball court, but I remembered.
     “Well, suit yourself.” Katie brushed her long blonde hair back out of her face.
     My hair was long and blonde too, but instead of being sleek and shiny, it was a tangled mess no matter how much I brushed it. When we were six, we’d given each other haircuts. Katie’s mom had found us halfway through the makeover, and taken us to the salon to fix the mess.
     “Don’t you girls look pretty?” she’d said afterwards as we admired our matching bobs in the salon mirror. “Like twins.” I couldn’t wait to get home to show mom my new haircut, but she’d gone crazy. She’d called Katie’s mom and yelled at her until she hung up the phone, even though I’d told her it had been my idea. That had been the beginning of the end with Katie and me, although I was too young to know it then. It pissed me off that mom was always saying I should make friends when she’d stopped me hanging out with the best friend I’d ever had. It was so unfair.
     “Sure, I’ll hang out for a while,” I found myself saying.

Author Bio

J. E. Anckorn has been an artist and writer ever since she began to surreptitiously doodle on school supplies instead of learning about practical things, like osmosis and mathematics.

After barely surviving a freak mathematical osmosis disaster, she set out to travel the world, living in New Zealand, Australia and Hong Kong before returning to her native Britain- just in time to marry an American and leave for the U.S.A. She still failed to learn anything about osmosis, but did manage to cultivate an accent that is unintelligible to almost everyone. (It happened through a mysterious net movement of information from the outside environment into her brain. If only there was a word for that!)

This led to her development of a new language, based almost entirely on polite yet uncomprehending nods. In between these adventures, she has worked as a toy designer, copywriter, and freelance illustrator. She lives in Boston, with a small grumpy dog, and a large, slightly less grumpy husband.

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