Sunday, January 6, 2013

Doomed Blog Tour Day #6: Excerpt & Giveaway


Welcome to the Doomed Scavenger Hunt!  Over the next eight days, Tracy Deebs and Mundie Moms are sending you on a scavenger hunt through eight different blogs.  In Doomed, the three main characters embark on a scavenger hunt that winds itself through a video game and the real world in order to stop a countdown to nuclear annihilation.  Our scavenger hunt is nowhere near as complicated-- or as scary-- as what Pandora and her friends have to go on.  Instead, all you have to do is visit the eight sites, read the excerpts and find the hidden number in each of the entries.  At the end of the eight days, add up all eight of the numbers and include them in the rafflecopter entry spot for the Scavenger Hunt to earn 10 extra entry points for $75 gift card to your choice of Amazon, Barnes and Noble or Apple.  There are also prizes to be won at every stop, so make sure to get your entries in and be sure to comment on each of the blogs to be entered to win.  Happy hunting!!!!!

The Excerpt / Daily Number:

“Where are you going?” Theo yells, hanging on to the back of the seat for all he’s worth.
“I have no idea.  Look for someplace we can hide.”
I roll the window down, listen hard as I drive.  From a couple of streets over, I can hear the roar of half a dozen motorcycles.  I was right.  They’re looking for us, and they’re nowhere near far enough away to make me comfortable.
I scan the streets even as I make another hairpin turn, going right this time.  We’re on a suburban street and there are lots of houses with garages, but I don’t know if they’re still occupied or if the owners have evacuated like so many of the people in this area.  Don’t know if I have the time to figure out how to open the doors anyway.
Damn it, there’s nowhere to go.
I take another right, for a second heading back in the direction we’ve just come from, looking for something, someplace, that we might have a chance—
A three level parking garage looms large on the left and I swing into it at the last second.  I race past the ticket booth and around corner after corner, climbing higher and higher.  I narrowly miss blowing into a group of cars parked right on the corner of the second floor.  
I correct, keep driving until I get to the top.  Part of me is terrified that I’m doing the exact wrong thing—if they follow us, we’re trapped up here.  But at the same time, we’re trapped down there.  There’s a lot of them on very easy to maneuver motorcycles that go a lot faster than this truck.  It’s only a matter of time before they catch us if we stay on the streets.  
The only good thing about this is that the garage is attached to a building.  I’m hoping I can get the guys inside and settled so that I can check out Theo’s wound.  Maybe find a blanket and something sugary for Eli to drink, as he’s giving every indication that he’s in shock.
Not that I blame him.  I’m barely holding on after playing bumper cars with the bikers, all of whom were at least alive when I last saw them.  I can’t imagine what it would feel like to actually have shot someone.  Killed him.
I careen to a stop outside the glass door leading to the third floor of the building.   I get out and try to pull the door open, but it’s locked.  Whoever was in charge of security here took their job seriously before taking off for parts unknown.
I hear the roar of motorcycles down below and know I don’t have much time.  I rush to the back of the truck, pull out the jack Jean made sure to include in case we got a flat tire.  Then race back to the door.  I slam the jack into it and the whole thing shudders, sending vibrations up my arms to my shoulders, but it doesn’t shatter.
Theo crawls out of the truck.  “Let me help.”
I glance at him, bloody, pale, swaying where he stands.  “Yeah, right.  I’d rather you don’t die right here, okay?”
There’s a small, skinny window to the right of the door.  It’s not much, but if I suck my stomach in really tightly, I just might make it through.  I pull back the jack and hit the window with every ounce of strength I have.  
It shatters easily and I nearly go flying through it under the power of my hit.  I stop myself, barely, but manage to slice my arm open on one of the pieces of broken glass.  Terrific.
Theo leaps forward.  “Pandora, are you all right?”
I roll my eyes at him.  “I think I’ll live.  You’re the one I’m worried about.”
I rip of my shirt like I saw Theo do a few days ago, knock the glass out, and squeeze through the tiny window.  It’s a close fit, but I make it.  I reach to the other side of the door, flip the lock and then swing it open.
“Get inside,” I tell him.  “See if you can find a room with a couch or something.”
I go to the truck, open the door and yank on Eli.  “Look, I know you’re freaked out.  I would be too.  But I need some help, here.  Theo’s hurt and those guys are coming after us.  We have to hide.”
It takes a few seconds, but Eli’s blurry gaze finally focuses on me.  “Can you get the backpacks?” I ask him.  “Carry them inside.”
He shakes his head, as if waking up from a nightmare.  “Yeah, of course.”  He leans into the back, scoops up all the backpacks and a couple of the food bags.
I breathe a sigh of relief.  “Follow Theo.  See if you guys can find a room with a sink of something.  We have to clean him up.”
“Where are you going?”
“To park the truck.  The broken window’s bad enough.  We don’t need to put our location up in lights.”
“I’ll go with you.”
“Go with Theo!  He’s the one who was shot.”
The reminder seems to galvanize him and he takes off down the hallway after his step-brother.  I watch until he catches up—it doesn’t take long.  Theo’s moving slowly and listing to one side.
I glance in the back of the truck.  Most of the seat is bright red.  It must be worse than he’s let on-- he’s lost a lot of blood.
“Damn, damn, damn.”  I hop back into the truck, put it in gear and drive it down to the second level.  I saw an SUV down there with a cover over it.  I park a couple spaces down from the Suburban, rip the cover off of it and rush around our truck, tucking it under the canvas.  I don’t know if it will work, if it will fool them, but it’s worth a shot.  
I’m just pulling the last corner down around the truck when I hear the motorcycles zooming up the ramp.  I take off running as fast as I can, racing for the stairwell, hoping to get inside before they reach me.
The door is locked.  Panic, complete and all-encompassing, races through me, takes me over and I run like I’ve never run before.  I make it onto the third floor ramp just as the motorcycles zoom to the second level.
I hear them shouting at each other as they look for the truck.  Shit.  We’re screwed.  I race towards the open door, see splotches of Theo’s blood on the ground.  I grab my shirt, where I threw it on the floor, and wipe up every drop that I can see.  Then I race inside, lock the door and go flying down the dark hallway looking for Theo and Eli.  
Eli grabs me as I pass the third doorway.  “Hey, what’s your rush?”
“They’re here.  We need to move.”
We both look at Theo, who is stretched out on the conference table and looking like he can’t go anywhere.  He struggles to his feet, breathing more labored than it was a little while ago, and I can see the puddle of blood on the table.  
“Go,” I tell Eli.  “Get moving.”
I grab my backpack from him, yank out my hoodie and mop up the blood.  Realize I’m bleeding as well and tie the ridiculous purple tank top around my wound.  Then I’m chasing after them, checking each room for somewhere to hide.
Please don’t let them decide to come in here.  Please, don’t let them find us.
A gunshot rings out, followed immediately by the shattering of glass.  They found the broken window and obviously managed to find a way through the door I couldn’t open.
I give Theo my hoodie, make him press it to his wound so he doesn’t leak any blood on the carpet and leave a trail that leads them right to us.  We run faster, but I can tell Theo doesn’t have much more fight left in him.  I slam open a door that reads, Donald Masterton, President, and yank them inside, shutting the door quietly behind us.  It’s not great, but it will have to do.  Eli and Theo don’t argue—they’re too busy checking the room for weapons.  
I go to the next doorway, find an executive bathroom with a walk-in closet to the left of the door.  I drag Theo inside, hiss at Eli to follow us.  As soon as he’s in, I check the carpet for blood.  There’s a spot, on the right side, and I drag one of the big armchairs over to cover it.
Then I duck in the bathroom, and close the door.  Lock it.  
Now, we wait.


Today's number is #9
  
Pandora's just your average teen-glued to her cell phone and laptop, surfing Facebook and e-mailing with her friends-until the day her long-lost father sends her a link to a mysterious site featuring twelve photos of her as a child. Unable to contain her curiosity, Pandora enters the site, where she is prompted to play her favorite virtual-reality game, Zero Day. This unleashes a global computer virus that plunges the whole world into panic: suddenly, there is no Internet. No cell phones. No utilities, traffic lights, hospitals, law enforcement. Pandora teams up with handsome stepbrothers Eli and Theo to enter the virtual world of Zero Day. Simultaneously, she continues to follow the photographs from her childhood in an attempt to beat the game and track down her father-her one key to saving the world as we know it. Part The Matrix, part retelling of the Pandora myth, Doomed has something for gaming fans, dystopian fans, and romance fans alike.My seventeenth birthday starts with betrayal.Lies.Mayhem.Fear.It ends the same way, but that’s a different part of the story.  At least for now.

 
About the Author:
Tracy Deebs collects books, English degrees and lipsticks and has been known to forget where—and sometimes who—she is when immersed in a great novel. At six she wrote her first short story—something with a rainbow and a prince—and at seven she forayed into the wonderful world of girls lit with her first Judy Blume novel. From the first page of that first book, she knew she’d found her life-long love. Now a writing instructor at her local community college, Tracy writes YA novels that run the gamut from dark mermaids and witches to kissing clubs and techno-Armageddon stories… and she still has a soft spot for Judy Blume. 
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2 comments:

  1. Such a great tour so far!!

    Vivien
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  2. Having fun following the tour!
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