Transcend Tour Stop by Christine Fonseca **Deleted Scene**

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Want to follow along ? Well Yeah you do!! There will be amazing Extras and Giveaways and also AMAZING info on this SWEET book!

All seventeen-year-old composer Ien Montgomery desires is an escape from his family's rigid expectations for his life; someone to inspire his music. When he meets a beautiful violin-prodigy, Kiera McDougal, his life music takes on new life. With her, he imagines a future outside of his parents’ control. That is, until a horrible accident tears them apart. Sent to die in a sanatorium, Ien’s obsession for Kiera grows unbearable. Tortured by thoughts he can’t escape and the truth of his monstrous disfigurement, he flees, desperate to exact revenge on the people that ruined his life – his parents. But, vengeance is empty. Betrayed by those closest to him, Ien discovers that the price for his happiness may be his sanity.Set amidst the landscape of New York's Gilded Age, and inspired by Phantom of the Opera, TRANSCEND exposes the fine line between love and madness.

Author Info:
 School psychologist by day, critically acclaimed YA and nonfiction author by night, Christine Fonseca believes that writing is a great way to explore humanity. Her many titles include TRANSCEND, DIES IRAE, LACRIMOSA, MEA CULPA, and in nonfiction: 101 SUCCESS SECRETS FOR GIFTED KIDS and EMOTIONAL INTENSITY IN GIFTED STUDENTS.
When she’s not writing or spending time with her family, she can be sipping too many skinny vanilla lattes at her favorite coffee house or playing around on Facebook and Twitter. Catch her daily thoughts about writing and life on her blog.
For more information about Christine Fonseca or the series, visit her website – http://christinefonseca.com or her blog http://christinefonseca.blogspot.com.

Deleted Scene – Part #1

When Transcend was in its infancy, I played around with different stories and different points of view before really shaping the story into what it is now.  One of the earliest versions featured a dual first person POV, alternating between Ien and Kiera. In this scene, we see, from Kiera’s POV, Ien’s accident and her reaction when she arrives on scene. (**Note, I split the scene into three posts, see the link at the end for the next post)

Kiera scene – Part 1

Kiera

The floorboards of the conservatory shook hard, feeling almost as though we were finally getting the earthquake people had been anticipating. But this did feel like an earthquake. At least, not how I’d imagined it to feel.

The walls rattled, and the lights quivered. There was no rolling like in an earthquake, nop deep rumble that came from the earth. This was different.

A ear splitting sound bounced off of the walls, like someone had just ripped apart a section of the world. I ran to the window, desperate to see what would make such a sound. Nothing—the world remained pitched in darkness, at least from this view.

Ien.

 My body shuddered as his name played on my thoughts, woven through the earth-shattering sound. I stared into the darkness, looking toward Chadwick. Something isn’t right. And there is only one way to figure out what’s going on.

My breath came in small puffs of white as I walked, pulled by an invisible connection to Ien. Winter was still in full force, refusing to release Spring. I pulled my coat tighter around me and scanned the darkness for anything that could tell me what I needed to know—that Ien was okay.

The earth was strangely still, dark. The new electric nights that were supposed to keep the streets lit had failed. I turn toward Chadwick. My body registered the sight before my mind—heat, light.

Fire. Too much Fire.

Before I can think, I run, faster and faster toward the source of the loud sound and shaking building. Ash rains from the sky as I approach the buildings engulfed in flames. An old hotel in the midst of renovation had exploded. It was being retrofitted for the new electricity that was supposed to make everything so much safer.

So much for that.

Ien loved this hotel, walking past it every time he came to Whitehall. He talked about bringing me here, talked about how we would spend our wedding night in one of the rooms.

Did you come here tonight?

My legs pump faster as the questions pour through me. I have to make certain he is okay. In my heart, I know the answer to the questions littering my thoughts now. But I don’t want that truth, not now. Not after our kiss. Our promise.

Stop by My Head Stuck in a Book for the continuation of Kiera’s scene.

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Praise for Transcend:

“So powerful, so deep, and dark. It took me on an amazing journey into places most people fear to go...leaving me breathless.”

~Heather McCorkle, Author of To Ride A Puca 

“…hauntingly dark and achingly beautiful. A story of love, loss and obsession set against the decadent backdrop of historic New York that sucked me in and wouldn't let go, from the first page until long after I'd finished.”

~ Michelle McLean, Author of Treasured Lies (Entangled, 2012)

“ The story is disturbing and intense and utterly unique…”

~ Ali Cross, Author of Become

“…thought-provoking and emotionally heart wrenching. I haven’t felt this way after reading in quite a while!”

~ Jen from Geekygamergal's Musings

“It is such a powerful and deep story; it will leave you completely breathless.”

~ Brooke from The Cover Contessa

   
 
 
 

Amy Bartol Week Day 6 *Deleted Scene*

On today's Amy Bartol week Day of Awesome.... I have another Great Deleted Scene for ya!

FROM INESCAPABLE – CHAPTER 14 – OPPOSITES ATTRACT: “DIRTY LAUNDRY”  

When I originally wrote this scene in Inescapable, I intended it to be the first meeting between Candace and Evie and I wrote a separate scene for the field hockey game. My manuscript was really long, so I decided to combine the “initial meeting” and the “field hockey game” into one scene. Chapter 14 was once entitled “Dirty Laundry,” but was then changed to “Opposites Attract.” 
**
In my room, I separate my clothes into piles of darks, lights, delicates and dry cleaning. Then, I walk down the hall to the girls’ room to wake them up. Brownie lets me in, still half asleep, and I give Buns back her bracelets that she let me borrow the other night. I remember my conversation with Russell in the closet at the Delt house and cringe. I don’t feel up for rehashing it, so I don’t mention it to the girls. Instead, I help them gather up their laundry and we make several trips out to the car to load the clothes into the Golden Goose.

We arrive at the laundromat and it’s definitely more populated than Saga had been this morning. It’s apparent that we’ve arrived none too soon because there are only a few machines unoccupied in the whole place. Buns, Brownie and I share a few of the available washing machines. The girls start loading them while I go to get quarters from the change machine.

I’m having trouble getting my ten to stay in the machine long enough for it to process it, but finally, it begins spitting out change like a slot machine and I smile triumphantly. Looking up, I gaze across the washers and see Russell and Candace seated in muted, orange-colored plastic chairs by the dryers. Candace doesn’t see me. She doesn’t even seem to notice that Russell has stiffened in his seat. She just continues on with her incessant chattering. Russell looks pale, like he’s nursing a major hangover. His lips are white with strain around the edges and his eyes are red. 

Good! Serves you right. I hope she talks your ear off, I think uncharitably. I collect my coins and head back to my laundry.

Buns brought nail polish with her, so we hop up on one of the rectangular laminate tables provided for folding clothes and Buns paints my toenails for me. Brownie is sitting nearby, reading a fashion magazine and pointing out interesting new trends to us. I’m surprised to notice that my cherry-colored toenails have intrigued several of the young men in the establishment. Some of them are coming closer to watch it being applied. A couple more guys from Crestwood move from the other end of the laundromat to our side. Taking up positions near us, they’re talking loudly about the “sick party” they attended last night. One slams the other for not hooking up with anyone.  

When the washer that has our delicates spins to a stop, Buns winks at me whispering, “Watch this, sweetie.” Hopping down from the table, she goes to her laundry basket, bringing out a wooden dowel that has several branches on it. Setting the dowel on the folding table, she walks over to the washing machine that contains our delicate load. Lifting the lid and collecting the contents, mainly comprised of undergarments, she carries the basket over to the folding table.

Reaching into it like the M.C. at a bingo parlor, Buns withdraws my sexy, delicately laced, black bra that Molly had talked me into buying, along with several others. Molly had insisted that I get them because she said, “You might need them one day.” Buns holds my bra up and exclaims, “Sweetie, this is so lovely, where did you get it? You can’t put this in the dryer. I’ll hang it on the tree so it doesn’t get ruined,” she says, draping it on one of the wooden branches of the drying rack. The men near us stop talking.

I don’t know whether to blush or laugh, so I do both. “Here, these can’t go in the dryer either,” I say, pulling out the matching panties and holding the flimsy piece of fabric up for her scrutiny. 

“Oh, they’re so pretty,” she says and her eyes are twinkling. “Let me show you the panties I ordered from Paris!” she replies, and when I see them, my blush turns scarlet.

When we finish hanging our laundry up, I notice the guys have moved closer to mill around by the empty folding tables next to ours. One of them has started a conversation with Brownie, chatting about our field hockey game this afternoon. “We should all braid our hair for the game,” Buns suggests.

“Okay,” I reply, thinking it’s a good idea; since my hair is so long I have to pull it back anyway.

“Yay!” she squeals, happy that I’m giving her free reign. As Buns braids, a few more men come over to admire the drying rack and are quickly brought into the fold. 

“Don’t miss our first game—it’s at 4 o’clock today near the field house.” The young men quickly agree to be there before finishing their laundry. 

“Buns, what’s your major going to be?” I asked her speculatively.

“Education. I want to teach,” she replies as she wraps a hair tie around my braid.

“You’re kidding?” I say in shock. “You’re going to be a teacher?”

“What do you think I should be, sweetie?” she asks me with an amused smile.

“I was thinking advertising and marketing,” I reply.

“No. That can be soulless work,” she says. “I like children. They’re ruled by their id in preschool. I understand them because they’re just like me, all id,” she says, grinning. 

“I see your point,” I smile. “Do you want me to braid your hair?”

“Can you?” she asks excitedly.

“Sure, hop down,” I say as we trade places and I braid her hair. 

When I’m finished, I jump down from the table and go to the vending machine to get a bottle of water. Russell is still here with Candace. They’re unloading their laundry from a dryer and the thought of their clothes commingling makes me want to vomit. Walking back to our folding table, I sip on my water. The laundromat is starting to clear out. Men don’t really take much time folding their clothes. It’s sort of a one-fold-and-done type crowd. 

Emptying the dryers, we use a couple of carts to wheel our laundry back to the folding tables. Since the drying rack occupies a corner of one table, Buns and Brownie start sorting their clothes on the table facing mine. They toss my clothes to me from their basket and I do the same to theirs. I’m almost done sorting, when I hear Candace coming up the aisle. I turn to see her wheeling a heap of clean clothes to the unoccupied table on my left. 

“See, Russell, I told you there are empty folding tables over here,” she says in a sweetly mocking way.

I haven’t explained the Russell situation fully to Buns and Brownie yet. They’re drawing their own conclusion. The girls are looking at me as if to get my permission to go in for the kill. As subtly as possible, I shake my head at them, indicating I don’t want them to attack. I want to try to smooth things over with Russell. I want him not to hate me. 

“Hi Russell, you remember Brownie and Buns, right?” I ask with forced cheerfulness when he settles in next to me at his table.  

He doesn’t look at me; he looks at Buns and Brownie. “Yeah, I remember them. Hey, y’all,” he says as he lifts his chin in greeting.

“Hi, Russell,” Buns and Brownie say in sing song unison.

Brownie asks, “Candace, are you ready for the game this afternoon?”

I perk up, hearing the question. Candace is a Kappa! 

Candace’s smile is Cheshire Cat-like as she replies, “Yes, we’ve been practicing a lot at our house in the back yard. You know, we have a huge back yard compared to your house.” 

“We know Candace,” they say in unison. I bite my lip because it comes off a bit mocking. 

Candace seems oblivious to it. “We’ll be hard to beat this year, especially now that I have a good luck charm.” Candace says, hugging Russell’s arm.

“Congratulations on your game yesterday, Russell,” Brownie says kindly, changing the subject while looking from Russell to me, assessing the situation.

“Thanks,” comes his polite reply.

We’re all saved from trying to make any more small talk as Candace, again, launches into a one-sided conversation with Russell. She’s telling him about a hideous outfit some girl had chosen to wear to the party they’d been at together last night. I don’t feel saved for very long, however, since she goes on and on about it. I’m beginning to feel trapped. 

Pausing in the folding of my clothes, I pull out a bottle of aspirin from my bag. Shaking out a couple tablets into my hand, I use my water to wash them down. I glance over at Russell who’s eyeing my bottle of aspirin. I shake out two more and set them on the edge of my table, along with my bottle of water. He ignores my gesture and continues folding his clothes. 

Noticing my underwear on the rack, I blush again and glance at Russell. Quickly, I pluck my items off it. Russell watches to see which of the underwear belongs to me. The white around his lips gets somewhat paler as several lacy and sheer bras and panties are folded neatly in piles on top of my other clothing.

“Are you ready to go, Evie?” Brownie asks me, picking up her laundry basket.

“Uh huh,” I answer. Sooo ready to escape...

“You’re Evie?” Candace asks me incredulously, then turns on Russell and says, “She’s Evie?” Her hands are on her hips and she’s tapping her foot.

“Candace, don’t—” Russell begins, but Candace ignores whatever he was about to say by addressing me directly.

“You know, you shouldn’t break into peoples rooms and mess with their computers. It’s probably a felony,” she stabs at me with her finger. “People might think you’re a psycho.”

Is that the gossip that’s going around about the firewall I had had installed for Russell? How did this get so twisted? A blush of mortification creeps over my cheeks as I turn to face Candace. 

“You’re right, Candace, it was a stupid thing for me to have done,” I say quietly, not looking at Russell. “I thought that I was helping out a friend. But I was wrong; we’re not friends. Good luck in the game tonight.”

I leave the laundromat as quickly as possible. The girls follow me out and neither of them says a word to me until we’re in the Golden Goose and heading for our dorm. “Okay, sweetie. Spill it,” Buns orders.

I tell them about the firewall and wait for them to accuse me of being a psycho. Neither of them does, in fact, Buns says, “Sweetie, anytime you feel like breaking up with me, I could use a new flat screen. In fact, I think if it had been a flat screen, Mason would have his fat head in front of it, praising your very name as we speak.”  

“You know, I do believe you have a point, Buns,” I say, feeling a little better. “Anyway, it doesn’t matter because Russell beat the crap out of it and now it’s scrap metal.”

“Evie, don’t feel bad about the firewall,” Brownie says. “If you want to feel bad about something, feel bad about his rebound girl. Candace is nasty.”

I agree, but don’t say it. I’ve been wrong about so much lately that I don’t trust myself to have an opinion about Russell’s rebound girl. I just hope she’s on defense tonight in our game.  

Sooo.... Whatcha Think?? if you have read Inescapable... is this version more to your liking or the way she put it in?

Amy Bartol Week Day 3 *Deleted Scene & Evie Bio

Welcome back and it's Day 3 of SupaAwesome Amy Bartol week here at SupaGurl Books! If you are just joining us here is what's up so far..

Day 1 : Review of Indebted & Reed bio

Day 2 : Blog Talk Radio Interview with Amy *on the blog*

Also... Today is the Day that one year ago Inescapable hit the world!! so YAY and Happy Happy Book Birthday Amy!

Now for today I have a Deleted Scene :) and after that is Evie's Bio ...

Just a note from me though... I am going AHHH this sooo should have been in the book! It's amazing, but I'm glad we are getting to see it now *grins*

FROM INESCAPABLE – CHAPTER 19 – ART EXHIBITION – “SEDUCTION”

This scene was from Chapter 19 and came after the scene where Zephyr tells Evie that she has to get Reed’s permission to leave the house so she can go with Zee to guard Russell. It is just before the scene where Evie and Reed are in the car outside of Russell dormitory. I took it out because I needed to cut the word count down and it wasn’t extremely relevant to the plot. (I have included a little of the scene before it so that you can see it more clearly.)
**
“Fine, Zee!” I say in frustration, and then I add, “Just how old are you? You don’t let me get away with anything.”

“It’s not age, it’s experience and I’m not wrapped around your little finger like everyone else around here,” he replies, smiling. “You’re really cute though. We need to work on your ability to play on your opponent’s weaknesses.”

“What are your weaknesses?” I ask him scathingly.

“I don’t have any,” he says with a straight face, which makes me burst out laughing.

“Uh huh. I’ll find them…trust me,” I grin.
**

I’m ready with my plan when Reed comes home from class this afternoon. Usually, I meet Reed in the foyer, leaping at him when he opens the door. Today, I have to make him come to me. He does. He hesitates outside the bathroom door, and then he paces for a couple of minutes, trying to decide what to do. Finally, I say, “I’m in here.”

Opening the door, Reed steps in cautiously. His face is unreadable as he stares at me in the huge spa tub. The jets are on low, creating bubbles that float thickly on top of the water, covering most of me. Only my wings and shoulders are recognizable above the froth. My wings had popped out easily when I had conceived of this plan and fear had set in.

“Hi,” I smile at him sweetly. “How was your day?” I ask as I extend my leg out of the tub, rubbing it with the sponge. His predator eyes zero in on my leg, like it’s a potential threat.

“It was long,” he says, moving nearer to the bath almost involuntarily. He pauses when I pull my leg beneath the bubbles again, a frown briefly touching his lips.

“I’m glad you’re home. I missed you. When do you have to go to that wine tasting thing tonight?” I ask casually, extending my other leg out of the tub to rub it with my sponge. Again, the predator hones in on my soapy leg. The expression on his face is lethal.

“Excuse me?” he asks distractedly.

Dropping my leg slowly back into the water, I watch his eyes track its descent. “The art exhibition fundraiser, when do you need to be there?” I repeat slowly, smiling.

“The fundraiser…seven, but I relented to having dinner with the President and his special guests, so I’ll need to be at the event earlier than I had thought,” he says, taking another step toward the tub. “It’s at the Sage Center along with the art exhibition.”

“When will it be over?” I ask, leaning forward and exposing more of my wings. I use my sponge to clean what I could reach, but then it’s taken from my hand as Reed sits down on the edge of the tub, rubbing my wing for me. “Mmm…thanks,” I murmur, hiding my face from his view.

“I don’t know. These things usually last as long as the wine does. It depends on the crowd, but I don’t have to stay until the end, just long enough for the wine to soften people up,” he says quietly, stroking the sponge slowly down the length of the other wing.

“That feels nice,” I just about purr, resting my head on top of my folded arms that rest on top of my knees, just above the water. “I was thinking I’d go with Zee tonight.” I say calmly because I can’t feel tense with what Reed is doing to me.

“Hmm?” Reed asks distractedly again.

“I said I’m going to go with Zee tonight to watch Russell, since you won’t be here and you don’t think it’s a good idea for me to go to the art exhibition. You don’t really want me staying here by myself, do you?” I ask softly.

“No,” he replies flatly. “I already spoke to Zephyr. He’s going to take the night off from Russell surveillance to stay here with you.”

“Why? I should be perfectly safe with Zee. We can take your Range Rover. You can’t even see inside it because of the tinted windows,” I reason, smiling back at him over my shoulder.

“No,” he says again and stops rubbing my wings. I sit back in the tub, considering his abrupt refusal.

His leg is next to me on the edge of the tub, so I use my soapy finger to trace wet patterns over his thigh, watching as it soaks the denim of his jeans. “You know, I’m grateful for your protection and I love being here with you. But, there seems to be a fine line between being protected and being captive.”

Stiffening at my words, Reed says, “It’s not safe for you, Evie.”

“I see. If you say it’s not safe, then I’ll have to trust your judgment,” I concede. I need to come up with another plan because this one didn’t work. I have to call Buns and Brownie. They’ve wanted to spring me from Reed’s house for a while now. Hmm, maybe they’d like to play with Zee…

“Evie, what are you thinking?” Reed asks, watching me closely.

“I was thinking the water is getting cool. Can you hand me a towel?” I ask, trying to hide what I’m really thinking from him. A soft breeze touches my cheek as Reed goes to the closet and back with a towel in the blink of an eye. Handing it to me, his eyes are studying me intensely. Smiling, I rise from the tub and wrap the towel around myself, concealing my body from is gaze. Walking to the vanity, I pull the pins from my hair that I had used to keep it up. My hair spills down my back as I look at Reed in the bathroom mirror. He’s still standing where I’d left him by the tub. He looks like a statue with his hands balled in fist at his sides.

“Don’t you need to get ready?” I prompt him as he continues to study my every move.

“Hmm?” Reed responds.

“For tonight? Don’t you have to get ready?” I ask again, walking beyond him to the bedroom. He follows me as I move toward the walk-in closet to get something to wear. I almost make it there, when the towel I have wrapped around me is caught and tugged back. My smile deepens as I hesitate, and then I have to walk backward so that I can keep my towel on as Reed pulls it from behind.

Turning towards him, I wrap my arms around his neck. “You’re going to be late…” I breathe as I lean into him, brushing my lips like a whisper over his. It takes all of my strength to pull away from him, leaving him holding my towel. I turn, walking the rest of the way to the closet. I close the door behind me, leaning against it feebly. I hear him groan as I dress. When I come out, Reed is lying on my bed with his arm over his eyes.

“Okay, you can go with me tonight to watch Russell,” he says, not taking his arm off of his eyes.

I run the rest of the way to the bed, leaping onto it. “Seriously?” I ask him, pulling his arm back from his face so I can see his eyes. “Why did your change your mind?” I ask because I thought that my plan was flawed when he refused me before.

“I just realized that the biggest threat to you, right now, is me. You make me feel wild inside. I’m losing control. Having you so near all of the time, it’s Heaven and it’s Hell. I’m becoming an Evie addict,” he says, putting his arm back on his eyes like he would shield himself from me. Instantly, I feel guilty for what I’ve been doing to him. I know the torture that he’s talking about because I share it with him. Only, he has shown restraint, whereas I’ve just used it like a weapon to get what I want.

“I’m so sorry, Reed. I didn’t mean to hurt you—I should leave. I should go back to my room at the dorm,” I say apologetically. I start to get off of the bed, but I’m whirled flat on my back in the next instant by Reed, who is hovering over me a breath away.

“You’re not leaving. I’ll control myself, but you have to help me. No more seduction—you’re too good at it and I’m too weak to handle it now,” Reed says with a stern look, scanning my eyes for any sign of dissidence.

“You seem to be holding your own,” I say sheepishly.

“That’s because you can’t read my mind. If you could, you’d see I’m riding the edge,” he says honestly. His face dips toward mine so that he can inhale the scent of my hair. The small space between us is kinetic; it begs to pull me to him.

“Okay, no more seduction, should that be a rule?” I ask shakily, as my libido seems to be stretched as taut as his.

“For now. When you’re not so soft and breakable, I’ll insist on you seducing me,” he says seriously.

“When will that be, because I’d like to get started on that as soon as possible?” I ask, biting my bottom lip in anticipation of that day.

“God knows I pray for it to be soon,” he says self-effacingly. “Get dressed—it’s cold outside and we’ll be in the car for hours. I’ll meet you downstairs when you’re ready.” Reed bends down to brush his lips to mine, but before I can wrap my arms around him and pull him to me, he’s gone from the room.

I lie on the bed, feeling remorseful and relieved at the same time. I hate hurting Reed, but I have to talk to Russell. I have to make sure he’s okay. I’ve finally been given permission to leave the house so that I can do just that. But it’s a bittersweet victory and I resolve that I will never again use our attraction against Reed in that way.

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Evie Bio : 

Age:  17 until her birthday on October 30th when she becomes 18

Height:  5’ 10”

Physical Description:  auburn hair, grayish blue eyes, extremely lithe and sexy with an athletic propensity