This is my stop during the book blitz for The Tempted Series by B Truly. This book blitz is organized by Lola's Blog Tours. The book blitz runs from 28 January till 10 February. See the tour schedule here.
Temptation Trials Revolution (The Tempted Series #1)
By B Truly
Genre: Dystopian Romance
Age category: New Adult
Release Date: July 13, 2018
Blurb: There are always two sides to a story. Can love withstand the ultimate temptation?
You can find Temptation Trials Revolution on Goodreads
You can buy Temptation Trials Revolution here on Amazon
Temptation Trials Rebellion (The Tempted Series #2)
By B Truly
Genre: Dystopian Romance
Age category: New Adult
Release Date: November 30, 2018
You can find Temptation Trials Rebellion on Goodreads
You can buy Temptation Trials Rebellion here on Amazon
About the Author:
B. Truly has wanted to be an author since she was fifteen years old and is grateful to have accomplished this dream. She has very vivid dreams and a wild imagination. She likes to read, watch tons of TV shows, and movies. She’s addicted to romance and gets a thrill out of action and sci-fi. She writes New Adult and Adult, Romance. Sci-fi, Dystopian, and Paranormal genres.
B. Truly likes to explore different elements of sci-fi romance, and create various realms of reality. She also loves creating impossible situations for her characters to grow from and try to overcome.
B. Truly has three wonderful children and a husband who defines the person that she is today. She works full-time as an Ultrasound technologist in Houston, Texas.
You can find and contact B Truly here:
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Chapter 4 (Excerpt #2)
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We arrived at one of their black vans. The other officer was taking my lady to another. The male who held me yanked me to the rear. His comrade opened the back double-doors to the truck. Women and men were inside—all restrained with their hands either tied behind or in front of them. Some were sitting—others lying down.
I wrinkled my nose. The people lying down looked injured. One guy’s leg was bent at an awkward angle. His eye was swollen and glued shut. A chick had blood dripping from her forehead. She whimpered, leaning her head against the metal wall. Several more were in the same shape.
Unable to hold my tongue any longer, I asked, “What’s so wrong with young adults going to a party?” I countered, knowing the law, but also knowing how history had been before the war.
“It’s the law—how we keep society in order. You think you’re above it?”
I jerked against him for good measure. “No. The system is just not right.”
He gripped my arm tighter. “Well, as you’re about to learn, if you break the law, there will be consequences.” He huffed. “I’ve heard enough of your mouth, boy. Shut your pie-hole. You know what….” He inclined his head, yelling at the other lawman. “Dawson, bring that girl over here. I’m going to keep an eye on both of them, because this one is trouble.”
The man who had my lady did an about-face, bringing her to where we were. His face scrunched up. “Fine. One less fool that I have to worry about,” he spat.
The officer handling me pulled me extra roughly into the van. Dawson hauled her inside. With no regard that she was unconscious or dead weight, he dropped her like a sack of potatoes. Her body hit the ground with a thud. She let out a small groan but didn’t stir.
My nostrils flared. I knelt on the floor to get closer to her. “What is your problem? You don’t have to treat us like animals,” I snapped.
“He’s right,” a lady with a blonde pixie haircut agreed. Both of her wrists were cuffed to a metal bar attached to the van wall, along with two other guys. I guess the people causing the most trouble got the wall-bar treatment. I’d probably be getting an introduction.
The punk assigned to me replied, “You know what, since you want to be a hero for your damsel in distress, we’ll let you two get to know each other.” I raised my eyebrow. “Watch him,” he instructed his comrade.
Dawson withdrew his pistol on me. “Move one inch and I will blast your smart ass to smithereens.”
I smirked at Dawson. He wasn’t the one who’d delivered her jolts, or I probably would’ve used poor judgment and tried him. The officer unlocked my handcuffs. He quickly took my right arm and put that cuffed hand to the metal bar attached to the wall. He unlocked my lady’s cuff next, and then took her left arm, attaching it to mine. Now our wrists were handcuffed together—my other was attached to the metal on the wall. I positioned myself onto my rear end. My arms were beginning to cramp. Sitting this way with my back against the wall lessened the strain. My lady was still out cold, but her breathing was even, which made me feel a tad better.
Smiling at his handy work, he replied, “There, now. You can get better acquainted.”
I bit down on my lip to keep from responding. This guy was an asshole. I got the drift he thrived on arguing—loved to put people down.
Another official brought a guy and girl into the van. We were packed inside like sardines. Dawson placed his weapon into its holster, and then burned off.
My prick-ass lawman sneered at the group of us before he took off. “Don’t get any ideas. We have cameras right there.” He pointed. “I’ll be watching from the front.”
There was also a small, frosted rectangular window leading up to the front of the van.
After he hopped off the truck, slamming the doors, it became pitch black. The group moaned and whined. The van started and the locks on the doors clicked loudly. Dim lighting came on from the top corners of the van. Once we started moving, I heard a humming buzz coming from the titanium double-doors. I had a good idea what it was.
A dude who had his hands cuffed in front of him was getting antsy. “We gotta get outta here,” he advised. “Once they put us in the slammer, we’ll be fined.”
“How do you suggest we do that?” a lady responded.
“Maybe I can get these doors to open.” Standing on wobbly legs, he moved closer to them.
That wasn’t a good idea. “Wait!” I told him. “The doors are….”
Too late! The dude let out a high-pierced screech as electric currents zapped through him. He fell on the metal floor forcibly, trembling. His eyes were glued closed—his face scrunched in agony. I flinched, recalling the pain. Several ladies screamed, attempting to move away from the electrified doors.
“That’s fucked up,” a guy remarked.
Eyeing the injured, who were lying out cold on the ground, I hoped the precinct would have morals and get them medical attention. That brought my focus back to my lady. She’d been tasered twice. I worried about her being passed out for so long. At least I could be there for her when she woke up. The lawman actually did me a favor. We were in for a long night.