Today we're excited to spotlight Echoes by Alice Reeds! Read on for more about Alice and her book, plus an excerpt & giveaway!
Meet Alice Reeds!
Alice Reeds was born in a small town in Germany but spent her first eight years in Florida, USA. Later on, she moved back to Europe, where her family moved around a lot. She was raised trilingual and has a basic understanding of Russian, read and spoken. After getting her International Baccalaureate Diploma, Alice is studying English Language and Literature at University. In her free time Alice mostly writes, reads, figure and/or roller skates, or watches countless let's plays and figure skating videos.
They wake on a deserted island. Fiona and Miles, high school enemies now stranded together. No memory of how they got there. No plan to follow, no hope to hold on to.
Each step forward reveals the mystery behind the forces that brought them here. And soon, the most chilling discovery: something else is on the island with them.
Something that won't let them leave alive.
Echoes is a thrilling adventure about confronting the impossible, discovering love in the most unexpected places, and, above all, finding hope in the face of the unknown.
I resisted the urge to kick him. Who did he think he was? I’d fought for those awards, very much literally, and I surely wasn’t going to let some rich, snobby asshole question my achievements.
“One more word and I’ll throw you in the ocean,” I threatened, my voice the closest thing to cold I could muster.
“You’re awfully stubborn. Has anyone ever told you that?” I smirked. “Says the donkey.”
Even as I argued, I knew I’d lost. He wasn’t in any shape to do anything. He probably couldn’t even make it to the edge of the jungle, even if he crawled, let alone wander through it for possibly hours.
Hours of wandering alone...
But what choice did I have?
“Fine,” I conceded. “I’ll go, and you get in the fuselage.
Stay out of the sun.”
I tried to help him, but he shrugged me off. To his credit, he got to his feet and made it to our broken half of the plane with me just following. Good, he wasn’t totally helpless.
Once he was sitting inside, I turned toward the jungle.
Cracked my neck. Quietly sighed.
I so didn’t sign up for any of this.
“Just do it,” he said. “The quicker you go, the sooner you’ll find the pilot, radio for help, and we’ll be out of here. I’ll be fine.” Groan. “Just get it done.”
He sounded straight up like my father—the sort of person who never really cared about fears or why something frightened me. No. According to him, I was simply supposed to do it and that would teach me that there was no reason for me to be afraid, because obviously that was a much better way to go about these things than taking two minutes to talk to me and tell me that it would be okay.
No, that was Mom’s job. Dad pushed me. Mom consoled me.
Push. Pull. Rinse. Repeat.
Miles was right, though. I had to go in there. I had to pull myself together. It was just trees. Walls of giant plants, hot and dank and teeming with danger and death and horrors I didn’t want to imagine. I shivered. I needed a dis- traction. Something to focus on. Something. Anything else.
Normally, I’d focus on my opponent, whoever was in front of me in the ring. But here? Miles. I could focus on how much I hated him. How much I hated that he was right. Yeah, that was better.
By: Alice Reeds