*APOLONIA* by Jamie McGuire Release Day Blast with Excerpt and Giveaway!


We would love for you to join us in celebrating the release of   APOLONIA by New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal bestselling author Jamie McGuire!

TitleAPOLONIA

Author: Jamie McGuire

Age: NA

Genre: Sci-Fi Romance

Publisher: Jamie McGuire LLC (October 6, 2014)

Cover Design: Okay Creations, Sarah Hansen

 

Blurb

“They killed me, but I survived.”

Three years after Rory Riordan foiled her own murder, she still trusts no one. Not Dr. Z, the eccentric college professor who has taken her under his wing, not Benji, the endearing, attractive classmate who insists on following her around, and certainly not Cy, the beautifully dark and mysterious boy who sits on the first row in Dr. Z’s Astrobiology class and asks far too many questions.

When Rory witnesses Cy being abducted by soldiers in the middle of the night, she finds herself submersed in a world that holds even more secrets than she could imagine–even darker secrets than her own.

From #1 New York Times Bestseller Jamie McGuire, experience the perfect combination of her bestselling books Providence & Beautiful Disaster. This New Adult Sci-Fi Romance is an action-packed, whiplash-inducing roller coaster ride. Page after page, this unpredictable, dark and sexy nail biter will keep readers guessing until the very end!

EXCERPT

“Welcome!” Dr. Z began. “I am Dr. A. Byron Zorba, and you’ve

arrived at Geobiology and Astrobiology . . . uh . . . with lab. That’s a

separate class. Uh . . . later,” he added. “You should also be enrolled in the

lab, separately from lecture. If not, see administration. So! Here, and in the

partnering lab, you will study organic matter from microbes, rocks, and environmental

samples. In lab, you’ll extract and, more importantly, interpret these samples.

Beyond that, we will reconstruct ancient environments to understand how life

evolved within the samples.”

“Yeesh,” Benji whispered.

“It’s really not that bad. Don’t be a baby,” I said, keeping my

voice low as the professor went over the rules and syllabi.

“I’m still running in the mornings,” Benji said. “You should come

with me sometime.”

“I don’t run.”

“It’s good for you. You should try it.”

“I’m not getting up at the crack of dawn to run until I stop

freezing. That’s not healthy. It’s stupid.”

Benji just smiled, clearly amused.

“Excuse me, professor,” Cyrus said, holding his pen in the air.

“Whom shall I contact . . .?”

I blocked out the rest of his question. The trace of a British

accent in his voice and his perfect grammar would have never piqued my

attention before, but on that day it was annoying and snooty.

Not only was Cyrus tall, dark, and handsome but, as class

progressed, he also proved to be Dr. Z’s most adept and eager student.

“That would be Dr. Rosen,” Dr. Z said. “May I ask . . . from

where do you hail?”

“Excuse me?” Cyrus responded.

“I was curious to know if you happen to be Egyptian?” the

professor asked.

I don’t know what expression was on Cyrus’s face, but he must

have smiled, because Dr. Z clapped his hands once, and a wide grin made his

already full cheeks puff out.

Dr. Z patted Cy’s shoulder and shook his finger a few times.

“We’ll have much to talk about. See me after class.”

“Oh, Christ, get a room,” I snarled under my breath.

The professor’s hobby was trying his hardest to be an Egyptian

scholar. I thought maybe Cyrus’s origin was the reason for Dr. Z’s fascination,

but that didn’t turn out to be it at all. Cyrus never answered the questions

that Dr. Z presented to the class, but he asked at least a dozen of his own. He

was curious, and I couldn’t deny that his questions were a work of art.

Dr. Z answered a few questions before lecturing for just ten

minutes, giving us a reading assignment, and then waving us away, twenty

minutes earlier than expected.

Everyone looked around, unsure what to do until I began packing

my things. That started a chain reaction, and noise filled the room as students

crammed their laptops into their bags and moved to leave.

After our dismissal, Cyrus stood next to Dr. Z’s podium, and they

spoke in low voices with a lot of nodding and a few smiles. Oh, hell no. I

stood up, grabbed my bag, and walked down the steps, standing in the space next

to Cyrus.

“Cyrus has just returned from a summer in Mali,” Dr. Z said,

smiling.

“Oh?” I said, with cold eyes. “You have family there?”

“No,” Cyrus said flatly. He didn’t offer further explanation, so

I stared at him until he became uncomfortable and looked away. That was my very

favorite thing to do to everyone.

“Cyrus is researching the Dogon tribe. Very interesting,” Dr. Z

said. “He’s the third member of our team.”

“What?” I said the word louder than I’d meant and high enough to

be embarrassing.

Cyrus nodded once to us both, and then he was gone.

“Are you replacing me?” I asked, my heart pounding. My assistant

job was connected to my scholarship. If Cyrus stole it from me, I could be in

real danger of losing that money. It was too late to find a student position

that wasn’t already taken.

“Of course not. You saw the data I sent. You’ll never have time

for anything else if I don’t add someone to the team.”

“I can do it,” I said, only feeling a tiny bit relieved. “You

know I don’t go home for the holidays. I don’t mind working weekends.”

Dr. Z smiled. “Rory, I know you don’t mind working weekends, but

you should.”

He walked out of the classroom, leaving me among his weird

sculptures and artifacts. None of it made sense. Dr. Z had always been careful.

I couldn’t imagine he would invite someone he didn’t trust into his precious

laboratory. Something about Cyrus felt off, but he didn’t seem dangerous or

untrustworthy. If the professor had been considering Cyrus as just a third team

member, he would have mentioned it before today. The only explanation for my

exclusion from this news was that he was planning to replace me. What’s more, hastily

inviting a new student into his lab wasn’t just uncharacteristic; it was

troubling.

My eyes were all over the place, looking at a different inanimate

object with every thought. I couldn’t lose my position as Dr. Zorba’s

assistant. Everything was riding on it.

The room grew darker, bringing my attention to the large windows.

The clouds outside were gray. At this time of year, the weather was more likely

to bring in a cold front than a storm. The wind began to blow the few leaves

that had just started to fall from the huge oak trees. I pulled one of several

tubes of lip balm from my jacket pocket and ran it over my lips. I loved winter

up until the night I died. Now it just seemed ominous.

GIVEAWAY:

3 Prints, 5 APOLONIA ebooks

 

About the Author:

Jamie McGuire was born in Tulsa, OK. She attended the Northern Oklahoma College, the University of Central Oklahoma, and Autry Technology Center where she graduated with a degree in Radiography.

Jamie paved the way for the New Adult genre with international bestseller, Beautiful Disaster. Her follow-up novel Walking Disaster debuted at #1 on the New York TimesUSA Today, and Wall Street Journal bestseller lists. She has also written apocalyptic thriller Red Hill, a novella titled A Beautiful Wedding, and the Providence series, a young adult paranormal romance trilogy.

Jamie lives on a ranch just outside Enid, OK with husband Jeff and their three children. They share their 30 acres with cattle, six horses, three dogs, and Rooster the cat.

Find Jamie at http://www.jamiemcguire.com or on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram!

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