The Hunted of 2060 Spotlight!

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The Hunted of  2060 by Ami Blackwelder

Three Lovers. Two Species.  One
Way to Survive.

Set in Alaska in 2060, when April enters her Sophomore year at University, she thought Robert
might be the love of her life, but as she discovers, she is hiding something inside her, something
the rest of the world believes to have died out. She struggles with who she was and who she is  becoming as she learns of a family she never knew existed and of enemies she will have to outrun, outfight or outwit to survive. As April embraces her new identity, will she have to leave the life she leaves the life she loves behind?With underlining themes of how prejudice breaks human connections and animal/wildlife conservation, this novel which has received rave reviews will leave the reader flipping through  the pages of April’s story.
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About the Author

Teacher. Writer. Blogger. BA in English. Lived in Asia for 8 years. Love Thailand. Love storytelling.I write historical and paranormal romances that focus on the forbidden aspects of passionate love. Here class, culture, religion, time, death, and species differences are all obstacles.
Amy writes prolifically.  She has done an exciting futuristic book called Rain.  It  is very well conceived and has originally drawings.  Rain is the protagonist in the book, and she can kick some serious butt.  The drawings are very colorful.  Ami  is very talented and has an original mind.  She is very generous to other authors by hosting the virtual tours,  writing reviews and  putting them on her site.  She also does bookgive aways for the authors.
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Teaser TUESDAYS....from The Hunted of 2060

TEASER TUESDAYS....from The Hunted of 2060

As my hand rose a careful inch, the figure returned and latched 
four steel cuffs around each of my limbs. Steel is a bastard to break.

‘This will hurt.’ The voice was a soft female sound, but scratchy. 
She poked a long iron rod into my leg and released an electrical current 
far greater than the first. Sharp pain. My body reacted in violence. 
Fur grew from my skin and claws grew from my nails.

‘Stop! Stop!’ I begged. My ears honed in on her stepping away 
and into conversation with another also garbed in a white trench coat.

‘Her features are surprisingly similar to your own,’ a male voice 
remarked.

‘Designed that way to blend with our race.’ The female voice 
spoke with certainty.

‘But still, the similarity is remarkable. She could be 
your sister, your daughter.’ The male voice stepped out of 
the room. The female figure returned to my cot, her heels 
clicking on the marble floor. I tilted my head in her direction, 
away from Diamond.

‘Why...why are you doing this?’

‘We have to study your transformation, the monster inside you.’ 
She showed no emotion.

‘I’m not a monster.’ I shook my head and body in refusal at the 
rod piercing my leg again, and again my body convulsed. 
My human skin faded, replaced by a growing wolf. 
‘I’m not a monster!’ I declared to her, to myself. ‘I’m April!’

Her head jerked back at those words, and she lowered the iron rod. 
 At her incredulous expression, I felt the power shift to me, 
though I didn’t know why.  My bones quieted, the fur 
retreated into my skin and the claws recoiled. ‘I’m April!’

The physician pulled away from me and the cloud that 
once covered my mind lifted. Her strong blue eyes became 
clear and a thought burrowed between her brows that 
hindered her movement. Her alabaster coloring contrasted 
the darkness of the previous room and she questioned 
herself in quiet.

‘She can’t be.’ She stood still, backed away and then 
approached again. ‘She would be about this age. 
She resembles me. Her name is...April.’ Each thought 
she declared aloud became my world. I only heard her voice. 
I only smelled her skin. I only saw her eyes. The name tag 
hung on the right side of her coat and dangled over me, 
Melissa Marn, and a word formed on my lips…

‘Mother?’

Her face became as clear as my own and our stare locked 
on each other’s, caught in space and time.

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