Title: Tainted Energy
Series: Energy, Book 1
Author: Lynn Vroman
Publisher: Untold Press
Publication Date: November 4, 2014
Genres: Dark Fantasy, Young Adult
For seventeen-year-old Lena, living in the trailer park with the rest of the town’s
throwaways isn’t exactly paradise. Dealing with a drunken father who can’t keep
his fists to himself doesn’t help matters either. The only good thing in her life, other
than track, is the mysterious man who visits her dreams, promising to find her.
When a chair burns her arms, Lena chalks it up to stress-induced crazy.
Yet as bizarre incidents escalate, even being crazy can’t explain it all away…
until one day dream guy does find her. Tarek lost Lena seventeen years ago after
she was accused of treason and marked Tainted. He finally discovers her reborn
on Earth into a life of suffering as punishment for her crime.
However, someone else has already found her… and wants her dead. Willing to
sacrifice everything, he fights to keep her safe so she can live the only
life she’s ever known—even if that life doesn’t include him.
An Excerpt from Tainted Energy
Dad’s alcohol coma hadn’t worn off, his feet still propped on the half-empty case of beer. He slouched in the same beat-up wicker chair as last night while loud snores escaped his mouth. A can of Genesee dangled in his right hand, its contents leaking from the opening.
The hate in my chest suffocated me. He spent most of his time in this room, admiring the Native American pictures he had collected from garage sales and flea markets, drinking himself into a sloppy mess. He swore they’d be worth money someday, even the velvet ones.
Worse, he’d never let Mom go without a fight.
Shaking my head, I stalked toward the smell of burnt eggs.
My frustration turned to anger when I noticed a brand new bruise coloring Mom’s left eye. “He give that to you?”
She scraped at the bottom of the cast-iron skillet with a spatula, not answering. The new shiner explained her absence last night. Dad usually left her alone after he lost his temper.
“Why this time?”
Mom stopped torturing the eggs and looked up, her bottom lip shaking. Level-ten rage sent me back to the living room.
Her narrow hand reached for my sweatshirt sleeve. “Lena, stop. What’re you gonna do, anyway?”
“Smashing one of those dumb pictures over his head sounds good about now.”
“He’ll just get at you, too.”
“So we let him beat the crap outta you whenever he wants?”
Her shoulders dropped and her cheeks sagged. “Where else do we have to go?”
Staring into eyes the same color green as mine terrified me. Like looking into my own future if I didn’t escape. “We can always go to the shelter.”
“Shelter’s no place for a teenage girl.”
My arms flailed around our dilapidated trailer. “And this is?”
About the Author
Born in Pennsylvania, Lynn spent most of her childhood, especially during math class, daydreaming. Today, she spends an obscene amount of time in her head, only now she writes down all the cool stuff.
With a degree in English Literature, Lynn used college as an excuse to read for four years straight. She lives in the Pocono Mountains with her husband, raising the four most incredible human beings on the planet. She writes young adult novels, both fantasy and contemporary.