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Configured
Jenetta Penner
(Book #1 in the Configured Trilogy)
Publication date: October 20th 2016
Genres: Sci-Fi/Dystopian, Young Adult
In the future, love will make you a traitor.
120 years after a virus decimated earth’s population the survivors thrive in safety, away from the death and destruction of the Outerbounds. But there is a price. Divided into three levels of intellect, Citizens focus solely on duty. Emotions are pointless, even dangerous.
Due to her advanced intelligence, seventeen-year-old computer genius, Avlyn Lark is separated from her twin brother at birth and raised by adoptive parents. She gains privilege, the ideal future. He dies. Avlyn barely knew him yet he remains bound to her memory.
But following a string of rebel intrusions on the city, Avlyn receives a cryptic message. After which, she begins seeing visions of her dead twin, not to mention a strange power she doesn’t understand starts to emerge. The mysterious radical who urges Avlyn to join their fight becomes her link to answers. Freedom. Love.
Opportunity calls, but if she says yes will she lose it all?
Configured is the first novel in a Configured trilogy that poses the question: does humanity need love for survival? Fans of Divergent, Matched, and the Maze Runner will love this world of dark secrets, intrigue and thirst for a better tomorrow.
Buy Configured today to read a YA Dystopian/Light Romance that will leave you wanting more!
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I’m Jenetta and a lifetime lover of Sci-Fi (thx Dad). I had a weird LONG stint (declaring HOW long would give away too many age secrets… and eh hem… a girl never tells) where I read almost no books for pleasure (the horror!). Near the end of 2014 I picked up Hunger Games, and I was off like a rocket.
That next year I read about 40 YA books (mostly Sci-Fi/dystopian) and a couple months into it got the idea to write a book (with no prior experience or even desire) about children who were not allowed to be raised by their biological parents. You see, I am an adoptive mama of two lovely daughters from foster care. That story grew into what Configured is today.
It has been a HUGE journey with a lot of ups and downs and it took WAY longer than I anticipated. But it is finally here.
Book Excerpt
I look to the rebel girl again, now staring right at me. My heart nearly leaps from my chest. The corners of her mouth lift to form a tight smile, and she raises an eyebrow. Why would she smile at me?
She tosses the graffiti gun and bolts, but the red clothing makes it impossible for her to hide. A group of Guardian drones swarm the girl. As they do, I clench my fists and grit my teeth. She stops and immediately throws her hands into the air. The rebel just gave up. No fight, nothing. Because of it, my body feels drawn to help her, to help her fight off the drones and make a daring escape. I picture the whole daring scene in my mind.
My legs push up from underneath me and I feel a hand grab the back of my shirt. I whip around to find Kyra staring back at me, her eyes panicked.
“What are you doing?” she whispers.
I fall back into a crouch. This is ridiculous. I’d be throwing my future away on some crazy rebel I didn’t even know.
I imagine her smile again. I take a deep breath as she crumbles to the ground, tranquilized. Her head hits the sidewalk with a sickening thwack. A Guardian drone’s metal tentacles snake from its form and wrap around her. It lifts from the ground to take her away for judgment, maybe even re-education, but in my heart I know that that’s not true.
Worker drones buzz in to remove any evidence of the words she wrote on the side of the building. Citizens return to their business, acting as if nothing out of the ordinary happened. The woman and child, the one who was screaming, rise and move along. Nothing witnessed made any impact. If she had wanted to make a sacrifice, it was wasted.
Kyra and I stand there for a minute or two longer, eyeing one another before we leave.
Not a word is spoken between us for the next block. The university comes into sight, as does the colossal screen displayed on the face of the school. Looking up, I squint at the end of a Direction Initiative notice, swallowing hard at the words.
REMEMBER YOUR FUNCTION