Forget Me Not
by Stacey Nash
Title: Forget Me Not (Book I in the Collective series)
Author: Stacey Nash
Release Date: February 17, 2014
Publisher: Entranced Publishing, Rush
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Genre: YA speculative fiction
Blurb: Since
her mother vanished nine years ago, Anamae and her father have shared a quiet
life. But when Anamae discovers a brooch identical to her mother's favorite
pendant, she unknowingly invites a slew of trouble into their world. When the
brooch and the pendant are worn together they're no longer pretty pieces of
jewelry -- they're part of a highly developed technology capable of cloaking
the human form. Triggering the jewelry's power attracts the attention of a
secret society determined to confiscate the device -- and silence everyone who
is aware of its existence. Anamae knows too much, and now she's Enemy Number
One.
She's forced to leave her father behind when she's taken in by a group
determined to keep her safe. Here Anamae searches for answers about this hidden
world. With her father kidnapped and her own life on the line, Anamae must
decide if saving her dad is worth risking her new friends’ lives. No matter
what she does, somebody is going to get hurt.
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18130928-forget-me-not?from_search=true
What
Others Had to Say:
"I
certainly won't be forgetting Nash's debut, FORGET ME NOT! A vividly fast-paced
tale with adventure, secrets, and kissing!" -Kimberly P. Chase, Author of
THE APOLLO ACADEMY.
"Vivid, fresh, and unforgettable!" - Kimberly P. Chase, Author of THE
APOLLO ACADEMY.
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About the Author:
Stacey grew up in the
Hunter Valley of New South Wales. It is an area nestled between mountains and
vineyards. Full of history and culture, it provides wonderful writing
inspiration. After dabbling with poetry during her teen years, Stacey stopped
writing until after university when she was married with young children. Now
she loves nothing more than spending her days with her children and writing
when inspiration strikes.
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Excerpt
1
The Collective.
That’s what Al said, too. I glance at Will sideways. His mouth hangs slightly
open, his eyes wide. He looks as astonished as I feel. Beau’s gaze shifts
beyond me, and his face lights up in a smile. When I look over my shoulder, I
see Bertie standing in the doorway, waving. She smiles and continues past the
room; obviously she and Al are well known around here.
“When tech is
used, an alarm is activated, alerting The Collective,” Beau continues. “If the
use is unauthorized, they send a scout to appropriate the tech and contain any
knowledge of its existence.”
The man in the
East Coast Gas uniform, he must have been a scout.
“What do you
mean?” Will asks.
Beau rubs his
forehead. “Technology, tools, machines, items which perform a specific
function. Some tech is common, like cellphones, computers, and satellite
tracking, but other tech is not known or used at all. The Collective works hard
to keep its knowledge hidden from the general population.”
I shake my head.
“I should have known it wasn’t magic.”
The blue flower
on the pendant made me appear invisible. Not magic, but technology. My hand
still clutches it protectively. How does it work? It has to be some trick with
light. I’ve always hated science; I spend most of class daydreaming of being
outside with Will and my camera, soaking up his contagious happiness.
Beau’s voice
breaks my thoughts. “We also have an alarm. We use it to intercept Collective
agents and stop them from harming innocent people. The radar pinpoints the
location of the use of tech.”
The boy, the one
in the leather jacket. My gaze darts back to the window and the tree branches
reaching over the lawn, but I can’t see him. He must have been sent to
intercept the gas man.
“This is a safe
house. The Collective can’t reach it. You’ll have to stay here while we secure
your safety,” Beau says.
“A safe house?”
Will asks.
My mind spins
again. It’s doing a lot of that this afternoon. There’s so much to take in.
This morning we played a dumb game, and now we’re here in the middle of ‘great
danger’.
“There are
several of them across the country, and each house has a number of people. We
will give you assistance.”
My mind whirls.
Scouts, collective, safe houses. It’s too much to take in. I move toward an
armchair identical to Beau’s, place my hands on its soft, well-worn arms, and
sink into it.
“I can’t stay
here. My dad, I need to go home to him,” I say. “After Mom, he won’t cope if I
disappear, too. He -- he needs me. He doesn’t even have his mother anymore.” I
hang my head in my hands, twining my fingers into my hair. He’s balanced so
close to the edge of despair, and I won’t push him over.
“They’re
relentless. They won’t give up until they find you,” Al says. He’s still here.
I’d almost forgotten him. “It’s not safe. You can’t outrun them forever. Don’t
worry, I’ll keep an eye on your old man.”
Will’s already
rigid stance stiffens further. “What do you mean ‘not safe’?”
“Mae is a threat
to the secret knowledge of advanced technology,” Al says, “and The Collective
eliminates their threats.”
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