Throwback Thursday: Archetype
HAPPY THROWBACK THURSDAY! There is a very good reason for my blowing off the dust from this blog post from last October...because...
TODAY is the day ARCHETYPE is unleashed onto the world! That's right, the book Ms. Waters and I have been teasing you about is now out. Here's my post from months ago, when we felt like this day would never come...
About the Author:
M.D. Waters lives in Maryland with her husband and two boys. She is a closet Housewives watcher, a wannabe goth-surfer with a side of nunchuck skills, and writes in her pj's.
Introducing a breathtakingly inventive futuristic suspense novel about one woman who rebels against everything she is told to believe.
Emma wakes in a hospital, with no memory of what came before. Her husband, Declan, a powerful, seductive man, provides her with new memories, but her dreams contradict his stories, showing her a past life she can’t believe possible: memories of war, of a camp where girls are trained to be wives, of love for another man. Something inside her tells her not to speak of this, but she does not know why. She only knows she is at war with herself.
Suppressing those dreams during daylight hours, Emma lets Declan mold her into a happily married woman and begins to fall in love with him. But the day Noah stands before her, the line between her reality and dreams shatters.
In a future where women are a rare commodity, Emma fights for freedom but is held captive by the love of two men—one her husband, the other her worst enemy. If only she could remember which is which. . . .
You know how I'm always reading sci-fi books and recommending them to you?
Oh, right. I don't usually read sci-fi. Until one of my writing friends gets her debut novel published and graciously sends me an ARC. *mwahaha* I HAVE AN ARRRRC! *cough* Sorry. That's not nice.
Seriously, you guys. When ARCHETYPE comes out in February, run don't walk to your Kindle or your nook, or your local bookstore. (And YouTube that for me, because most people look silly running and that's a sight I'd love to see. :twisted: )
This book is like nothing I'd ever read before and I have to tell you, I was so sucked in that I spilled food--FOOD--on my precious ARC!
Just look at my Goodreads updates (click picture to enlarge):
Archetype is told from first person POV, so you get to live through the blocks in Emma's memory firsthand. You experience her confusion, her fear, her confounding love for a man she doesn't know. Who can she trust? About 3/4 of the way through this book, it grabbed me by the throat and didn't let go. I followed, stumbling, my steps clumsy but determined, all the way to the end. I was a prisoner to this story. And right when I reached the end and thought I could finally catch my breath? A half-page Epilogue that made me say (and I quote): "Whaaaaaaaaaaaat?" M.D. Waters may not have transformed me into a sci-fi reader, but she transformed me into an M.D. Waters fan, hands down. She does sci-fi/romance right by piling on the sexual tension, keeping the reader guessing, and keeping me feverishly chasing her characters to their final scenes.
You'd probably like to read a snippet, right? Well, here you go!
The packed sand slid away from either side of my feet and I stood as long as I dared, testing the strength of my dissolving foundation. I lasted a long time.
I closed my eyes and lost myself in the peaceful surroundings—the warm surf over my feet, a gentle breeze lifting my hair, the caw of seagulls. Crashing waves.
Arms surrounded my waist and a bristly chin nuzzled my neck.
I linked the fingers of my left hand with his right. On the webbing between my thumb and index finger, a tiny brand marred my skin—linked hearts. The luckenbooth on my left hand matched the one on his right hand.
His thumb played with mine, his skin a shade lighter, as he planted soft kisses on my neck.
I pressed my back into him as his arms tightened. He smelled of soap and a gentle musk. He smelled of home. He smelled of mine.
“How much longer do you plan to stand out here?” he asked in a near whisper.
He wanted me to come inside so we could make love. He wasn’t fooling anyone.
I bit my lip as I smiled and continued watching the surf. “I was thinking a few more days at least.”
He chuckled, and it came from somewhere deep, making me tingle in places only he could connect with. “You’re cruel.”
“You love me, Mr. Tucker.”
“With every part of my soul, Ms. Wade,” he agreed.
I begin to turn toward the man in this waking dream, my heart warm and pounding, and find myself sliding out of my chair. The shock of reality, the sterile recycled air and scent of acrylic paint, turns my blood cold. I am back in the lounge, and Ruby watches me paint, but I have not set brush to canvas in some time. The painting sits half-finished, and I no longer have the desire to give it life.
Life is on a beach.
As another woman.
With another man.
Who is not my husband.
Well done, Waters. Until we meet again...which by my calculations will be book 2, PROTOTYPE next June. Unless you send me an ARC. I promise not to spill food on this one.*