Breaking Through – d. Nichole King ***BLOG TOUR***

BREAKING THROUGH by d. Nichole King

– SYNOPSIS –

Two years after her brother Nate died during a Navy operation, aquator Nautia Olson’s nightmares began, and her ability to manipulate water became erratic. Anger, fear, joy, desire—they all trigger disaster.

Now, the Navy wants her for a top-secret mission, but Captain Riley Barton has his reservations. He’s read her file. He knows the damage she’s capable of, and yet—

She’s powerful.

If he can harness her ability—break through her walls—

She’ll be unstoppable.

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-REVIEW-

***I received an ARC of this book in exchange for an honest review. All thoughts are 100% my own.***

I’d first read the first bit of this story in the BENEATH THE CAPE anthology. So when I was given an opportunity to review this book. I had to jump at the chance. Nautia is deeply troubled. She has lost the ability to control the element that has been hers since birth. But since her twin brother drown in that same element, she’s lost her focus, her ability to harness the oceans around her. This makes her a danger to everyone, especially since her power is linked to her emotional state. And her emotions have been anything but stable since Nate’s death. This doesn’t stop the government though. They want her to help them get something and they don’t care if she’s ready or not. Riley, Captain of this mission, doesn’t feel that way. He wants to help Nautia harness her abilities. But what they find out on their ocean voyage as they train and prepare for this mission, changes everything.

Nautia and Riley fall for one another. And it’s a beautiful story in finding your strength first in someone else’ faith in you, but eventually figuring out that the strength was in you the whole time. And I’ll say that the story doesn’t disappoint from where the anthology snippet left off. I will say that for me the ending felt more anti-climatic. But then I was feeling mighty blood-thirsty at that moment and the murder and mayhem wasn’t enough to satisfy that. I think I would have went with a little more torture first. But eh, maybe I’ve read too many mafioso books lately. There were a host of characters that I did like. I will say that I want to know more about Kray. I really liked him. The twists in this book, I didn’t see coming were very pleasant. But now that I think back on it, the clues were all there.

Ms. King weaves a wonderful tale about people with special abilities and skills and how they manifest themselves. I also love the mystery and the way she allows the story to flow. This is the first story of hers that I’ve read and I’m pretty certain this will not be the last. So would I recommend this book? Yeah I would. I would be sure people understood that there is nookie there, there is some coarse language but the scenes aren’t overly descriptive and are steamy.

– EXCERPT –

I can’t move. My arms, my legs, they won’t budge.

It’s pitch-black, but I think I’m inside of something. Something long and smalla capsule, maybe? Stretched out above my head, my fingers touch cold metal. Whatever I’m inside of is only as long as I am. I wouldn’t have much wiggle room, even if I could move.

I don’t know how I got here or how long I’ve been tied up. I do a quick mental scan, searching for any piece of information. Nothing. I can’t even recall my own name.

What I do know is I’m running out of oxygen. Each breath comes shorter, faster, and if I can’t control it soon, I’ll pass out before I figure out what’s going on.

I close my eyes, suck in one deep breath, and let it out through puckered lips.

Calm down.

Relax.

Slow your heart rate.

What I tell myself comes from memory, though I have no clue where it came from. Whatever it is, though, it works. Somehow, my body is trained to go into hibernation mode on mental command.

Now I need to figure out how to get out of here. With my eyes still closed, I concentrate on the smell of my prison. The more I know about this box, the better my chances are of escaping. The tang of what I inhale reminds me of burnt metal and rubber. There’s another scent too, one I can’t place, even though my brain insists I know. I dig deeper, filing through blank spaces that aren’t supposed to be empty. I probably shouldn’t be spending precious energy on it, but something tells me this strange odor is important.

Bright light pours over my face, and my eyelids fly open. Above me, sunlight streams through a circular window. I don’t know how long it will last, so I quickly confirm that I am inside some sort of capsule with silver metal walls. I also confirm that I was right earlier: the tube is small, barely big enough to fit my body. The window sits exactly six inches from the tip of my nose, though I have no idea how I know that.

I see nothing above me except blue skies. I don’t hear anything outside either.

I tug at the restraints holding me in place, but they don’t give. And then I feel something, something on the outside. The capsule I’m in is moving—upward. Shit.

Calm down. Relax. Slow your heart rate, I repeat to myself.

It’s working. My body is responding—

Until I begin to free fall.

I’m not in it for long before the tube hits water. I know it’s water because of the buoyancy of the capsule. But I know because of something else too—I feel it. Surrounding me, the water gives off its own energy, almost as if it’s surrendering to me, willing me to control it. Which makes no sense.

Above me, the sunlight begins to refract as it struggles to break through the water now covering the tiny window. That’s when I realize I’m sinking. Deeper, deeper underwater.

As the light fades, the panic inside me rises. I try the calming mantra again, but nothing happens. Drops of water fall onto my forehead. The seal around my window creaks under the pressure of the water.

I’m going to drown.

I struggle against the restraints. Twisting my body. Pulling at my wrists and ankles. I yank and kick, but it’s in vain. I’m  trapped.

“Fuck!” I scream.

Water sprays in from the seal, salty like the ocean, and suddenly I register where I am—in the Pacific Ocean, off the coast of South Korea. Except, I still don’t know why I’m here or how I got here.

What I do know is that this is where I’m going to die.

 

– ABOUT THE AUTHOR – 

d. Nichole King

Born and raised in Iowa, d. Nichole King writes her stories close to home. There’s nothing like small-town Midwest scenery to create the perfect backdrop for an amazing tale.

She wrote her first book in junior high and loved every second of it. However, she couldn’t bring herself to share her passion with anyone. She packed it away until one day, with the encouragement of her husband, she sat down at the computer and began to type. Now, she can’t stop.

When not writing, d. is usually curled up with a book, scrapbooking, or doing yet another load of laundry.

Along with her incredible husband, she lives in small-town Iowa with her four adorable children and their dog, Peaches.

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2 responses to “Breaking Through – d. Nichole King ***BLOG TOUR***

  1. d. Nichole King

    Thank you so much!!

    Liked by 1 person

  2. julie

    Sounds a different read. The blurb sounded interesting.
    Wishing it all the best

    Liked by 1 person

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