Title: Ghost Hope
Series: The PSS Chronicles #4
Series: The PSS Chronicles #4
Author: Ripley Patton
Genres: Paranormal, Thriller, Young Adult
Genres: Paranormal, Thriller, Young Adult
Publication date: 15th June 2016
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Olivia Black does not feel safe. Nightmares plague her sleep and haunt her days. If she has to endure one more minute stuck in a safe house in rainy Portland, she’s going to lose it. When Mike Palmer sneaks off to find her sister Kaylee without her, it’s the last straw. She has to do something.
Then Palmer’s hackers find the Dome on a satellite feed: dark, abandoned and smack in the middle of the Oregon desert three hundred miles from where it started. If they can reach it before anyone else, they can crack the computer systems and access every piece of information on PSS the CAMFers and The Hold have ever collected.
But in order to do that, Olivia must return to the origin of her fears in a race against all the forces that have ever pitted themselves against her. She must unravel decades of deceit to reveal the true origins of Psyche Sans Soma to the world at last.
Purchase Links
(The first book of the series, Ghost Hand, is FREE, and the second and third are on sale for 99cents until the end of June.)
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Ripley Patton lives in Portland, Oregon with one cat, two teenagers, and a man who wants to live on a boat. She doesn't smoke, or drink, or cuss as much as her characters. Her only real vices are writing, eating M&Ms, and watching reality television.
Ripley is an award-winning short story writer and author of The PSS Chronicles, a young adult paranormal thriller series. The first book in the series, GHOST HAND, was a semi-finalist for The Kindle Book Review 2013 Best Indie Book Awards and a Cybil Award Nominee.
Ripley is an award-winning short story writer and author of The PSS Chronicles, a young adult paranormal thriller series. The first book in the series, GHOST HAND, was a semi-finalist for The Kindle Book Review 2013 Best Indie Book Awards and a Cybil Award Nominee.
You can find out more about Ripley and her fiction on her
website at ripleypatton.com.
AUTHOR LINKS
THE OTHER TITLES IN
THE PSS CHRONICLES
The first book in the series, GHOST HAND, was released in November 2012. Ghost Hand, is FREE until the end of June.
The second book in the series, GHOST HOLD, was released in September 2013. Ghost Hold, is just 99c until the end of June
The third book in the series, GHOST HEART, was released in October 2014. Ghost Heart, is just 99c until the end of June.
EXCERPT
"Olivia!" My mother's voice jolted me awake.
I sat up in the rental van's passenger seat, wiping drool
from my cheek. Chase and T-dog's Westfalia had stopped in front of us at a
massive gate rising out of the darkness, topped with barbed wire and sporting
several Danger: High Voltage and No Trespassing on Federal Land
signs.
We had arrived at Umatilla, and I'd fallen asleep, like I
always did in a moving vehicle, before I'd explained to my mother that I'd lied
about our destination. We were not on a scenic over-nighter up the Columbia River
Gorge. That had just been a cover story.
"Olivia Anne Black," she said, pointing at the
gate. "What is that?"
"Um—I don't know," I stammered. "We must
have taken a wrong turn."
"Is this the motel?" Grant asked groggily from
the back. It sounded like I wasn't the only one who'd taken a nap.
"No, it's not," my mother answered testily.
"What the hell is he doing?"
She was referring to T-Dog, who had gotten out of their
van carrying something bulky under his arm. When he set it down and started fiddling
with a controller in his hands, I realized it was one of those personal drones.
Suddenly, the little thing lit up and went whirling into the air, kicking up
dust and flying over the gate. On the other side, it dipped down and stopped, a
green light flashing on its undercarriage as it hovered over some kind of
control panel. As I watched, a green light began flashing on the panel too,
like they were communicating with one another. Because they were. T-dog was
hacking into Umatilla. He was breaking into a federally-owned chemical depot.
I could feel my mother turning toward me, a question in
her eyes, her lips parting to ask it.
Headlights, high and wide, flashed in the rearview
mirror, blinding me. They were barreling down on us, but I only heard the rev
of the engine just before the crunch of impact.
The whole van jerked forward, shoving us toward the back
of the Westfalia and stopping only inches from its rear bumper.
"What the—?" Grant yelled, and I heard cries of
alarm from Passion and Samantha.
My seatbelt dug into my waist and my shoulder, but the
airbags hadn't deployed, so that was good.
In front of us, T-Dog scrambled back into their van and
slammed his door. The gate started to open, the drone hovering on the other
side, still blinking green.
There was another crunching sound and a slight tug
backwards. Then, more revving.
"Hold on. They're coming again," my mother
said, jamming the van into drive and laying on the horn like a mad woman. We
couldn't go anywhere. The Westfalia was right in front of us and some lunatic
was behind us, gearing up to rear-end us a second time.
"We have to go through," I told my mom,
gesturing at the gate.
"I know," she said, glaring out at the
windshield and revving our engine now. "Get out of my way, you two. What
are you waiting for?" she mumbled under her breath, laying on the horn
again and not letting up.
The vehicle behind was almost upon us. I could hear it
coming.
Up ahead, T-dog glanced at me in his side view mirror,
but it was too dark to read his expression. Had he and Chase set us up? Was
this their doing?
The gate was open wider now, maybe wide enough for the
Westfalia, but would it be enough for our bigger van?
"Hold on," my mom said, glancing in the
rearview mirror and slamming her foot on the gas.
I braced myself, this time for impact from the back and
front, but it didn’t come.
We surged forward, gently kissing the back bumper of the
Westfalia, both of us racing through the still opening gate. I heard a horrible
sound, metal screeching against metal, and sparks flew in a shower away from us
as the huge closures of the gate scraped down both sides of our van.
As soon as we were free and clear, Chase veered off to
the right and pulled to a stop. As we drove past, I could see T-Dog holding the
drone remote out his window, working it frantically, trying to close the gate
before our attackers made it in. But he wasn't fast enough. The pick-up truck
that had rear-ended us roared forward, squeezing through just like we had. For
a moment, I thought it had a really weird hood ornament, but then I realized it
was the drone, flying low and toward us in front of the truck.
"Get higher," I murmured to the little thing.
As if hearing me, it did, rising above the front of the truck only to plummet a
second later just as the vehicle overtook it.
And then it was gone, sucked under the huge wheel of the
big truck with a soft crunch and a shower of shrapnel spraying from its
undercarriage.
"Stop the van," I told my mother, but she'd
already turned and was pulling up alongside the guys.
"Who is that?" I shouted out my window at
Chase, pointing at the truck as it pulled up, headlights blinding us all, the
gate clanging shut behind it.
"I have no idea," he shouted back. "But I
think we're about to find out."
A truck door slammed.
A dark form moved, crossing the dusty swathe of its high
beams, and a man emerged, tall, wrinkled, and tan, a long rifle dangling from
his right hand.
***GIVEAWAY***
This is a Blitz-wide Giveaway!
The Prize =
A signed paperback set of the entire
PSS Chronicles series (US only)
The following ebooks:
Set of The PSS Chronicles in
ebook,Ghost Hand, Ghost Hold, Ghost Heart, Ghost Hope
Black Beauty by Constance Burris
The Girl and The Clockwork Cat by
Nikki McCormick
The Curse of the Bruel Coven by
Sabrina Ramoth
Donuts in an Empty Field by Rachel
Barnard
The Mark of Noba by G.L Tomas
Revelations by Pamela Daniell
Saven Deception by Siobhan Davis
Chameleon by Maggie Faire
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