Today we're happy to share and excerpt from Jamie Canosa's new fantasy novel, Resisting Atlantis, as part of the Resisting Atlantis blog tour! Jamie is sponsoring a giveaway to go along with the tour so make sue you enter down below after checking out the excerpt!
Cora is your average college freshman. Battling the evils of boring classes and noisy dorms, her greatest concern is how to attract the attention of the drool-worthy, party-god next door.
That is, until Kaden comes barging into her life, insisting everything she knows is false. The family and friends she grew up with don’t exist. Her entire past a carefully-crafted fabrication, created to replace the truth.
Her name isn’t Cora, it’s Cameron. And she isn’t from New York. She hails from Atlantis. Yeah, that Atlantis. Oh yeah, and she’s psychic.
Except, tall, dark, and out-of-his-ever-loving-mind doesn’t come alone. Trouble follows, thrusting Cameron back into a world she can’t remember and a life she must reclaim if they’re going to make it out alive.
But there’s someone out there who doesn’t want her to remember.”
Excerpt from Resisting Atlantis:
“Can’t you see it?” His brows slam down and the dimples go back into hiding—thank goodness—as his lips press together into a tight line.
“Um . . .” Pressing up on my toes, I crane my neck for a better look. Water, waves, rocks. Whatever it is, I’m definitely not seeing it. “See . . . what?”
“Atlantis. You can’t—” Understanding flares his eyes, followed by what looks like sorrow. “Of course you can’t see it.”
Of course I can’t? Of course I can’t? Because I’m sane. No. No, I’m not. No sane person would have followed this delusional boy halfway around the world and up to the top of Mount-freaking-Crazypants. I’ve lost my mind. This can’t be real. None of it. Sword wielding assailants, non-existent parents, psychics, Atlantis. It all sounds crazy. Because it is crazy. He’s crazy. I’m crazy. The whole world’s gone crazy. Where does my disturbed mind come up with this stuff? I’m not really here, I’m in some padded cell somewhere, rocking in the corner and talking to myself. That must be it. And I’m seriously almost more okay with that than the alternative.
“Cameron, breathe.” Kaden’s right in front of me, his sun roughened, worried face filling my vision until everything else melts away. “I know it’s a lot. I know that. Just breathe.”
It isn’t until then that I realize I’ve been holding my breath and drag in a greedy lungful. The downward spiral my brain was headed in slowly evens out as I lose myself in him. His crisp, earthy scent surrounds me. His soothing voice coats my raw nerve endings and grounds me.
“Sorry. I’m okay. So . . . we’re here?” I cannot believe I’m saying this. “In Atlantis?” I glance around one more time like we may have magically transported to someplace that is not the middle of freaking nowhere. We haven’t.
“Almost. The last part of the journey is going to be the hardest.” That doesn’t sound good. “It requires . . . a leap of faith.”
And that sounds even worse.
“You don’t mean . . .” But one look at his face is all it takes to know that’s exactly what he means. “We have to jump? Off that?”
I brave another peek and confirm my worst fears. It’s a straight-up two-hundred plus foot drop onto jagged rocks. If by some miracle the fall alone doesn’t kill us, the crashing waves slamming up against the hard stone should do the trick.
“We’ll die, Kaden. No one survives a fall like that.”
“I know I’m asking a lot. And I know they screwed with your head.” Kaden steps closer, blocking the horrifying view until all I see are his amber eyes staring into mine. I swear they radiate a warmth I can feel. “So make this decision with your heart. Do. You. Trust me?”
There are reasons we have brains. Mainly, because our hearts are stupid, stupid organs. They cause more trouble than they’re worth most of the time and get us into situations like these. But there’s no denying—standing so close to him, getting lost in his eyes—that, yes, my heart trusts him. With my life. Which is good, since that is exactly what I’ll be putting in his hands if I agree to this insanity.
Jamie Canosa is a full time author of YA/NA literature, which she absolutely loves. When she’s not writing or spending time with her family, she can usually be found with her nose in a book. She currently resides in Upstate NY with her husband, and their three crazy kids . . . plus the cat, the bird, and the rabbit.
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