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Author Insight
It's Tough to Trust
Careen, who has been held by the OCSD, questioned, and tortured for information about the Resistance, wants more than anything to feel like the person she used to be before she joined the fight for freedom. She and Tommy have been a team ever since they discovered the OCSD's safety and security programs are designed to control the people rather than help keep them safe from terrorism, and she wants to trust him. She even kinda loves him. But she's unable to let her guard down around him because, while she was held hostage, she was told over and over that Tommy's the one who's out to kill her. Now he's the one who's keeping her locked away with Atari, a guy neither of them trust. For her safety, he says. In the Resistance Series books, I took a look at how the fake news, propaganda, and outright lies told by those we're supposed to trust skew our perception of reality.
Book Excerpt
Revolt: A YA Dystopian Thriller
9:42 AM
Quadrant DC-005
Careen heard Tommy stir across the darkened room. For days she’d believed he was her assassin; now, her shattered trust had begun to knit, and an unfamiliar feeling stirred inside her. Optimism? Maybe. She let her lips form his name. Even without being able to see him, she knew exactly how he looked when he was asleep. Her face flushed, and she pushed away memories of kisses given and received a lifetime ago, chiding herself for longing for his touch. She’d agreed to pretend everything was great between them to help ferret out Atari’s dark secrets, but she didn’t trust her own judgment when it came to Tommy. She envisioned a short leap from acting like she cared about him to resuming their physical relationship. She didn’t know if she’d ever be ready for that. It hurt too much to love people and then lose them.
She switched on the lamp. Tommy got up from the pallet he’d made on the floor, dragged one of the blankets around his shoulders, and sat on the edge of the bed.
“Hungry?”
“You always, always ask that.”
“That’s because I’m always, always ready for breakfast.”
“Yes, you are. Today I am too.”
“Good. First dibs on the shower.” He tossed the blanket at her playfully, and she couldn’t help casting an admiring glance at his broad shoulders as he headed for the bathroom. She held the still-warm blanket close. His scent lingered in the folds, and she smiled in spite of herself. See? He did that on purpose.
Steeling herself for another uncomfortable interaction with Atari, she brought the gun from under her pillow, climbed out of bed, and hid it between the folded clothes she planned to wear.
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