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Title: Collide
Author: Christine
Fonseca
Release Date: 07/07/14
What if psychic warfare is real???
Christine Fonseca's latest action-packed, heart-pounding thriller COLLIDE, explores the world of psychic warfare with a new twist!
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Christine Fonseca's latest action-packed, heart-pounding thriller COLLIDE, explores the world of psychic warfare with a new twist!
Summary from Goodreads:
The most dangerous
secrets are the ones that kill.
When a surprising mental breakdown draws too much attention from a secret government group call the Order, 17-year-old Dakota discovers that her so-called boring life isn’t so boring after all. Between the lies, secrets and assassins out to kill her family, Dakota discovers there’s more to paranormal activity than ghosts and cheap mind tricks. Now she must uncover the truth before a new breed of terrorism takes everything away – including her life.
When a surprising mental breakdown draws too much attention from a secret government group call the Order, 17-year-old Dakota discovers that her so-called boring life isn’t so boring after all. Between the lies, secrets and assassins out to kill her family, Dakota discovers there’s more to paranormal activity than ghosts and cheap mind tricks. Now she must uncover the truth before a new breed of terrorism takes everything away – including her life.
"Collide is a fast moving, suspenseful thriller full of twists and turns around every bend. An action packed read that will have your heart slamming in your chest and your mind racing until the end."- Brooke DelVecchio, the Cover Contessa - blogger/reviewer
Dakota’s opening chapter excerpt:
Chapter One
February 5, 2016
Nothing ever happens in Cambria. Maybe that’s why I can’t wait to get
out of here, the sheer boredom of my life.
One-hundred-and-fourteen days until I’m gone. Mom won’t be able to stop
me. Josh can’t play the school card anymore. I’ll be a high school graduate,
eighteen years old. There’s no way they can make me stay.
I stare out of the window of the old Coffee Café and watch the clouds
swirl, their dark shades of grey broadcasting a warning of the rain to
come. February storms, March storms,
April storms; always the same.
One-hundred-and-fourteen days click down in my thoughts, bringing me
closer to freedom and a life with more meaning than the tedium of this place.
Brushing my blonde layers from my face, I take a sip of my warm chai tea latte,
so perfect on this dreary day. An involuntary shudder passes over me as the
time continues to beat on, ever slowly, in my head.
“Dakota, hey, you okay? You look lost in your thoughts again.” Elaine’s
voice pulls me to the present as she slips into the chair across from me.
“Dakota?”
“Yeah, sorry. I was thinking about graduation.”
“And your escape, I’m guessing?” Ever since first grade, she’s always
been able to tell what’s really on my mind.
That’s the only nice thing about this small town. Elaine.
“I guess so,” I say. She’s sick of my complaining by now.
“Why do you hate it here so much?”
“What’s not to hate?” Elaine and I will never agree on the
let’s-live-in-Cambria-forever issue. “Why do you like it here so much?”
An awkward distance fills the spaces left by our words. The white noise
of the crowded coffee bar with people sipping their hot coffees and discussing
their big day in Boresville surrounds our silence.
“I’m sorry. I don’t mean to criticize everything. I just want something
more than the same old, same old routine. I what an adventure, something I can
feel passionate about. I hate the monotony of this place. Don’t you?”
“I like the predictability. But you need more. You always have.” Her
words come out too fast. “I just . . . I’ll miss you.”
I grab Elaine’s hands in mine and release a heavy sigh. “I’m not
leaving for one-hundred-and—”
“Fourteen days. I know.” A smile forms on her lips. “I’m not the only
one who’s going to miss you.”
“What are you talking about?” I ask as I push back the uneven strands
of hair that refuse to stay clipped, and finish my latte.
“Gabe.”
“Whatever!” I choke on the words. “He made his position quite clear, I
think. Homecoming? Gracie? I doubt he’ll give two thoughts to me after
graduation.”
“Give him another chance. Yes, he was an idiot. But he likes you.”
My thoughts wander to him, the time we spent together. In a breath, my
heart speeds up and the unwelcome feelings of longing rush forward. “Way too
late for that. Now, if David suddenly came back, that’d be a different story.”
David. My first real love. Or at least, that’s what
I’d thought. We met after Gabe’s drama at Homecoming. There was something so
familiar about him, so perfect, like we’d known each other all of our lives. We
went to Winter Formal together, he gave me a necklace and a promise of forever.
And then he left. Seriously. Moved away with no text, no email, no
explanations.
Nothing.
“Tall, dark and mysterious? Oh yeah, he was just secretive enough to
make him interesting. Just your type.”
“Yeah,” I say as I get up. Just my type. “If he’d stayed around
long enough.”
“I guess some secrets aren’t supposed to be known.”
“Guess not.” I chuckle as I walk to the counter, drink in hand. “Can I
get a refill?” I ask the barista.
Memories of David’s thick black hair, cream-colored skin and soft green
eyes that could see straight through me eclipse my thoughts. My skin erupts in
gooseflesh and for a moment, I can’t breathe.
The barista takes my cup and turns away. My face begins to flush. Get
it together, I think, willing my body to forget everything associated with
David Jennings. My head pounds. The pain increases the harder I work to push
aside the thoughts of him, of us. White-hot lightning streaks across my vision
as bile churns up my throat. I grip the counter. My hands cramp with the
strain. My vision blurs and the images of David’s lips on mine are replaced
with a dark garage, the smell of exhaust and excruciating pain.
“Miss? Are you okay?”
The voice, her words, they float around me, meaningless. I grab my head
and squeeze, desperate to keep it from splitting in two. Panic seizes my lungs and a scream escapes my
lips.
“Dakota?”
“No!” I yell. “Leave me alone!” I take the coffee cup and toss the
scalding contents at the noises that won’t stop. “Get away from me!” Too many voices surround me, taunting,
teasing. The room spins, spins, spins . . .
My world explodes.
Critically acclaimed nonfiction and YA author Christine Fonseca is
dedicated to helping children of all ages find their voice in the world. In
fiction, she explores the darker aspects of humanity and delivers gothic
thrillers that take you on a rollercoaster ride of emotions.
In addition to writing, Ms. Fonseca is a frequent presenter and trainer
on subjects ranging from writing to behavior and understanding the unique needs
of gifted children. She blogs regularly on many sites and participates in
events throughout the country. See the News/Events page for upcoming events.
When Christine isn’t crafting her next book and working with kids, she can be found sipping too many skinny vanilla lattes at her favorite coffee house or exploring the world with her family.
When Christine isn’t crafting her next book and working with kids, she can be found sipping too many skinny vanilla lattes at her favorite coffee house or exploring the world with her family.
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