Today we have the release day blitz for THE INVASION by T.H. Hernandez! Check out this fantastic new dystopian romance and grab your copy today!
About The Invasion:
They failed. Evan and Cyrus risked everything to keep the Uprising from attacking the unarmed Union, but something went terribly wrong. Evan’s home has been invaded by soldiers who are killing government officials and occupying the homes of her fellow citizens.
Captured by the Uprising, Evan fights for her life and her sanity, desperate to escape so she can find Cyrus and her family.
Reeling from an unexpected discovery, Cyrus is adrift until he uses his Uprising training to find a way to fight back against the invading force the only way he knows how.
With the help of old friends and new, they will do whatever it takes to protect each other and those they love, even if it means sacrificing being together, their way of life, and even their very lives.
The slowing of the A-Train pulls me from a deep, dreamless sleep. I sit up and twist, stretching out my neck, a smile overtaking my face as the events of the past day return to me. Bryce is alive. I left him sleeping in my hotel room while I hopped a train to go meet Tony. We’re finally going to tell the world about the Ruins.
I glance out the window only to be greeted by darkness. There are no lights from the upcoming station. A murmur rises through the car as the other passengers voice my confusion aloud. Across from me a guy stares at his tablet, his eyes widening. His head pops up and his horrified gaze locks with mine, sending a chill through me.
“We’re being boarded.”
“Boarded? What does that mean?”
“A bunch of people with guns, calling themselves the Uprising, are boarding the train.”
The chill becomes ice, turning my blood to slush. Two words repeat in my head: we failed.
I get up and cross the aisle to look at the guy’s tablet. He’s reading a news story about A-Trains throughout the Union being taken over by soldiers. My breath stalls in my lungs. The murmur grows louder and someone begins to cry. Panic wells up from my core. Are they looking for me? Do they know I blew up their camps? I move toward the doors, driven by a burning need to escape before they find me.
“Where are you going?” tablet dude asks.
“I don’t know, but this isn’t good.”
He studies me for a few beats with pale green eyes. “No, it’s not. If the news stories are to be believed, anyway. We’re not near a station. You know that right?”
“And it’s a long way down.”
He shoves his tablet in his back pocket and grabs his backpack from the seat next to him, the corners of his mouth lifting in a wry grin. “Then let’s go.”
I lift a brow. “You’re coming with me?”
He shrugs. “Like you said, this isn’t good. I’d rather take my chances out there.” He leads the way down the aisle to the side doors.
“What are you doing?” a woman screeches.
“Getting off this train,” tablet guy says over his shoulder.
“Are you insane?” someone else calls.
“Maybe, but based on what I just read, staying isn’t proof of sanity, either.”
This guy is different from most Union guys, and yet, he doesn’t speak like someone from the Ruins. He’s missing the accent, for one, plus he lacks the roughness around the edges. While the other passengers are cowering in their seats, unsure what to do, he’s ready to jump from the train with a total stranger.
He notices me staring and winks. “Are we doing this, Red?”
“It’s Evan, and yeah.”
“Chase.” He nods before pulling the emergency release and pushing the door open.
About T.H. Hernandez:
When not visiting the imaginary worlds inside my head, I live in San Diego, California, with one husband, three children, two cats, and one dog. In addition to my day job as a technical writer and editor, I write young adult fiction. I love the intensity of teen emotions and the way they're still figuring out life. When I'm not writing, you can find me with my nose in a book, hanging out with family and friends, hiking, or knitting. I'm obsessed with Facebook, young adult novels, bad lip reading videos, pumpkin spice lattes, microbrewed beers, and the San Diego Chargers.