Wednesday, June 25, 2014

Shattered Veil by Tracy Bangart Teaser Excerpt!

When everything that defines you is stripped away, who do you become?

War has invaded Atalanta’s quiet villages and lush woodlands, igniting whispered worries in its glittering capitol. Far from the front lines, 18-year-old Aris Haan, a talented wingjet flyer, has little cause for concern. Until her beloved Calix is thrust into the fray, and a stranger makes her an impossible offer: the chance to join a secret army of women embedded within the all-male military.

Aris’s choice to follow Calix to war will do more than put her in physical danger; it will make her question everything she believes about herself. When she and her enigmatic commander uncover a deadly conspiracy, her expert flying may be the only hope for her dominion’s survival…and her own.

It’s Mulan meets Battlestar Galactica, with a heroine who is strong enough to save a nation…but only if she’s willing to sacrifice everything, even the one promise she swore she’d never break.

Each ding of rain against the roof was a knife driving into Aris’s chest, pinning her, 
sleepless and shaking, to the bed. How it could be time already? The faint milky glow of the 
village pathways seeped along the rim of her room’s shades, shedding just enough light to 
make the dark shapes of furniture frightening. She stared blindly at the ceiling, listening to 
the rain.  Usually the sound soothed her, helped her slide into soft-focus dreams. 
But tonight, all she could think about was how different things would be, if it rained like 
this in Safara. If the desert didn’t suck its people dry. Tears skated hot down her cheeks as the pounding of the rain hammered against her bones. When Calix tapped a fingernail on the window, she slipped silently into the waterlogged night. The time for casual greetings, for words, had passed. She threw herself against him, her hands snaking into his hair. He grabbed her right back, his mouth finding hers in the rain and the dark, as he pressed her against the side of the house. As the water ran down them, she ran her hands along his cheeks, his ears, his closed eyes, touching, memorizing. The slickness of his wet hair beneath her fingers, the sensation of his strong arms around her, the warmth that pooled in her belly when he pulled her closer, running his hands down her back. She found the hem of his military-issue jacket and slid her hands underneath, paying attention to the smooth heat of his skin, vowing she’d remember 
the way his flat stomach felt against her fingers. “Mosquito,” he whispered against her mouth. She shook her head and kissed him harder. She wasn’t ready for this moment to be over. Not when they had so few moments left.


Tracy E. Banghart is a cheesy movie–loving, fantasy football–playing (go Ravens!), globe-trotting Army wife who began “practicing” her craft at the age of five, when she wrote her first story. She loves visiting the international friends she met while pursuing her MA in Publishing and spends a portion of every summer at her family’s cabin in Canada, where she finds inspiration and lots of time to relax on the dock. She lives with her husband, son, two lazy dogs and one ornery cat. When not writing or spending time with her family, she is on a mission to bake the perfect cupcake.


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