Prism Book Alliance would like to thank JP Barnaby for taking the time to talk with us today. Don’t forget to check out our review of A Heart for Robbie.. There is also a Giveaway, so don’t miss that.
Title: A Heart for Robbie
Author: JP Barnaby
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Cover Artist: AngstyG
Manifestations by Julian Holmes:
The machine creaked deep within its metal casing as a green light flooded the lab and Oliver Mitchell’s elation turned to horror. A terrible shudder rocked the lab, the floor vibrating beneath him with the hum of electricity. He grabbed the edge of the workstation to keep from falling as the energy levels on his display spiked. Movement caught his attention, and he looked up in time to see Dennis Mason, his friend and the lab’s supervisor, phase out of existence and back again. The machine, menacing in its raw power and size, vibrated with it. In fact, it appeared to move—no, not move, replicate. Hundreds of machines now sat in place of their single machine, one on top of another, in an impossible array, like pages in a book.
It should have done nothing more than move a vehicle orbiting the planet using quantum entanglement theory and the states of Cesium atoms. Instead, it caused reality to shift and blur around him, melting at the edges until he wasn’t sure about anything.
“What is happening?” General Harbaugh shouted over the cacophony of noise escalating in the lab’s viewing area. His voice blurred like the warbling of an out of tune radio, and Oliver shook his head to clear it. Murmurs turned to shrieks as the lights failed, plunging the lab into darkness. The instruments grew dark, and fear clogged Oliver’s throat. The backup generators should have kicked in. The experiment had gone horribly wrong.
The rumbling swelled in intensity around them, like an earthquake but stronger and screams penetrated the walls. Then, he realized the sounds weren’t screams. The metal infrastructure of the building shifted, screeching against the weight of concrete and glass. An awful sound of cracking Earth above them caused several in the amassed crowd to use their cell phones as flashlights, angling them upward.
A long jagged rip in the ceiling dropped pieces of building on them as people began to run.
“Everything that is done in the world is done by hope.” – Martin Luther
Cheap canvas sneakers pounded against the asphalt in a torrent of sound rebounding across the piles of debris that littered the park. Liam Black heard nothing but his harsh breaths and the hammering of his heart. He ran for his life and his dignity, keeping as much distance between him and Eric Rogers as he could. The other two guys with Rogers weren’t as dangerous, but Rogers had no moral lines in him that didn’t get crossed. He lived beyond conscience, somewhere on the psychopathic scale near the edge of pyromaniacs and serial killers. To say they didn’t meet eye-to-eye on Liam’s facial arrangement was an understatement.
Liam slid on the loose gravel strewn like landmines across the path that cut through the park’s north side. If he lost his footing, the chase would be over, and he would lose more than his pride. The worn tread caught the cracked blacktop, and kept him running. His assailants threw taunts at him, most sailing over his shoulder, but a few dug into his back.
“Look at him run, I told you fairies could fly,” one gasping voice hurled, but it missed the mark. Liam wasn’t gay, and he had no idea why anyone made the assumption. He spent a lot of time in the bathroom with mental images of Bethany from their Life Science class, but he’d never use that argument as justification. Eric Rogers wouldn’t appreciate knowing Liam jacked off thinking about touching his girlfriend’s hair.
Movement from the cross street ahead caught his attention as he flew past a blond jogger who wasn’t running fast enough on the path to be anything but in the way. The battered alliance police vehicle slid into a space outside the diner that had been selling burgers and fries since God was a boy. Even before the time when the world went dark, before Liam existed. He blew across the tattered road. He slid onto his knees behind the car, praying Rogers and his friend hadn’t seen. It wasn’t the first prayer of the kind, nor would it be the last.
“Can I help you with something, kid?”
The peace officer didn’t punctuate his booming question with menace, merely curiosity. Liam fought with his lungs to take in air, even through the pain of overexertion and the rush of adrenaline. When he didn’t respond immediately, the cop, a stocky beef stick of a man held out a hand.
“Do you see…three guys in…blue…and…yellow…uniforms?” Liam panted. His arm burned all the way up to the socket as he lifted it to take the man’s hand. His backpack probably doubled his weight, but even Rogers could have told him two times zero is still zero, and the guy lifted him to his feet without effort.
“They kept running up toward the ruins. Do you want to file a complaint?”
“No,” Liam answered quickly. The alliance guard regarded complainers with just as severity as the ones they complained against. Liam didn’t need trouble. His parents had enough for them all. He’d heard them again the night before arguing about what they could barter to keep them afloat. Liam had an idea if he didn’t eat at school, the one meal per day provided by the alliance, he wouldn’t eat at all. Old timers down in the park, especially Mr. Allen, talk about how the government used to be centralized and how things were better then. But, after “the event”, now they had to govern themselves in the pockets of humanity that were left. New York which teachers taught them used to be far larger, was governed by whoever happened to be strongest at the time. In fact, Liam couldn’t even remember who that leader happened to be right then.
He walked up the street past the chasm that exposed tunnels beneath street-level. A train lay on its side played across the tracks, the dying carcass of a civilization dead nearly twenty years. The chase with Rogers took him out of his way; he had to hurry if he wanted to get home before curfew. If the peacekeepers caught him on the streets after lock down, he’d be sent to work instead of being allowed to go to school. No way he’d risk that. Jeanie Nash hasn’t seen her brother in two weeks since he’d gotten caught out scrounging for stuff to barter for food.
Life in New York wasn’t anything like you saw in those magazines old Mrs. Fitzsimmons hoards in the locked cellar of her townhouse down street.
Some people were just strange.
Waiting for someone else’s child to die so yours can live is the worst kind of Hell.
Celebrated Young Adult author Julian Holmes pits the heroic characters in his Black Heart series against all different kinds of monsters. But when a critical heart defect threatens his son’s life, he finds he has no champion. No amount of books, classes, or practice can prepare Julian for the fight to save his beautiful son’s life.
Suddenly there are hospitals, transplant lists, and the nightmare of insurance red tape to navigate. In the midst of his trouble, Julian meets Simon Phelps, the insurance coordinator for Robbie’s case. Simon lives so deep in the closet he might never find his way out, but he dreams of exactly what Julian has. Then one night, drunken need and desperation brings them together, and a new fight begins.
About the Author:
Award winning romance novelist, J. P. Barnaby has penned over a dozen books including the Working Boys series, the Little Boy Lost series, In the Absence of Monsters, and Aaron. As a bisexual woman, J.P. is a proud member of the GLBT community both online and in her small town on the outskirts of Chicago. A member of Mensa, she is described as brilliant but troubled, sweet but introverted, and talented but deviant. She spends her days writing software and her nights writing erotica, which is, of course, far more interesting. The spare time that she carves out between her career and her novels is spent reading about the concept of love, which, like some of her characters, she has never quite figured out for herself.
Web site: http://www.JPBarnaby.com
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I have a number of paperbacks, most of which are signed, to giveaway. Over the between now (11 Mar 2017) and 31 Mar 2017, every comment on the blog (this post and all other new posts), will be entered to win 1 of these paperbacks. There are also some misc swag items, so there will be a few packs of these to give away as well.
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