Wednesday, November 20, 2019

Book Blitz and Giveaway: Freeing Eden by G.S. Kenney


Title: Freeing Eden
Author: G.S. Kenney
Publisher: Soul Mate Publishing
Publication Date: May 29th 2019
Print Length: 428 pages
Genres: New Adult, Romance, Science Fiction 
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A unique take on the eternal quandary of “good” versus “evil.” — Joan D. Vinge, Hugo Award-winning author of The Snow Queen

All trader Zara wanted was to help Kell, a clone, retrieve his maker’s memories and discover who he really is. The conflict-torn planet Eden was supposed to be just a stop en route, but Kell begins recalling fragments of memories from Swifthammer, Eden’s now-deceased resistance leader. Despite Zara’s misgivings, Kell assumes Swifthammer’s role, opposing the planet’s foreign warlord Reuel.

But Reuel’s schemes take a dangerous turn when it becomes clear he has tampered with Kell’s programming. Could the memories Kell now begins to experience be . . . Reuel’s?

Kell struggles to bring peace to Eden by uniting his maker’s heritage with that of the planet’s oppressor, but Zara fears she may be losing her heart to the man who is poised to become Eden’s next and most terrible warlord. Can she help Kell find an identity all his own–and a future they can share together?

EXCERPT:
“Yes.” The old woman spoke with the assurance of a schoolteacher whose lesson has been well taught. “You see, you do remember. Before, we faced a terrible choice. Some of us defied the warlords and risked terrible punishment, but most of us did as the warlords wished and planted the drug, though it was evil. But you taught us to plant what should be planted and to hide our crops and harvests. To take to the hills when the armies came through and to hinder the armies when we could.”

“Hinder them?” Kell asked. “How? Surely not by fighting.”

“No,” Seth said. “We wouldn’t do violence, not even to violent people. But sometimes we can alter or hide the ways.”

“And then there was that time we managed to divert the army’s supply wagons,” Annie added, smiling at the memory.

“And do you remember that one year,” the old woman added, “when the apple harvest was so good, and we all baked apple pies for the soldiers, and that poor commander paced back and forth, and finally ordered them onward without bothering us further?” She laughed. “That really confused them. And it was fun. We have never forgotten those lessons, Swifthammer.”

Kell remembered none of these incidents, but he did recall the burnt farmhouse they’d seen riding into this village. It wasn’t the first evidence of the Black Lord’s retribution they’d seen on Eden. He swallowed past a lump in his throat. “They’ve gained you so little in all these years.”

“No! Not little!” Seth slammed his empty palm down on the table, rattling both the dishes and his wife, whose spoon dropped from her hand to clang on the wooden floor. He glared around the table as if to defy anyone to contradict him. No one did. “They have helped us gain self-respect and integrity before God and the community of men! And for that, we would sacrifice the same all over again!”

“As you have too, Swifthammer,” his mother said sadly, “to die as they say you did and to come back to us as you promised.”

Kell shivered as if a ghost’s wings had lightly brushed his cheek in passing. His maker’s ghost. For an instant, he doubted his own substantiality. “How did I . . . did he die?”

“We heard only rumors,” Seth said.

The fragile world Kell had constructed in the last month seemed about to break apart like thin ice under his weight. He looked at Zara, hoping for help. Zara had made no move to eat, nor to brush aside a dark curl that fell across her face. She sat intensely watching her plate as if to make sure that it wouldn’t come to life and walk away. She was breathing shallowly.

Seth’s wife Annie took pity on Kell. “We have been told that the Black Lord killed Swifthammer. But of course, the rumor might be false. For all we know, it might have been the Black Lord’s soldiers that spread this tale.”

“Or it might have happened,” Seth said with a scowl as grim as his voice.

No one spoke. A burning log collapsed in the fireplace. Silently, Seth stood, took a poker, and rearranged the burning wood. The fire blazed brighter.

After a while, Kell asked, “The resistance . . . continues?”

“In its way,” Seth said. “But not like in Swifthammer’s day.”

“Now, Seth,” said his wife. “They try, the ones up in Keephold.”

“Perhaps.” Seth’s jaw tightened, and a scar across his cheek gleamed almost white in the firelight as he frowned. “But if they are doing anything useful, we don’t hear of it out this way.” He jabbed viciously at a log, which fell from where he had just neatly arranged it. He jabbed at it again, then turned to glare at anyone who might be about to say anything further. As if anyone would dare.
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR:

Author G. S. Kenney started reading early, and never stopped. In kindergarten, drawn in by an interesting book with a picture of three witches at a cauldron, she learned to read by starting with Macbeth. Now she writes speculative fiction. Her science-fiction romance novel Freeing Eden, published by Soul Mate Publishing, was a 2018 finalist in the Golden Heart® contest of the Romance Writers of America. The Last Lord of Eden, the second novel in the Ascent of Eden series, will be published by Soul Mate soon.

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1 comment:

  1. Thank you for sharing. Love discovering new authors to follow and new books to add to my TBR. Sounds very interesting.

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