Friday, December 2, 2016

Unforgiving by Alisic Adnan - Book Tour + Giveaway

Alisic Adnan
Publication date: January 2017
Genres: Contemporary, Young Adult
12 years after surviving horrific massacre, 15-year- old Meho commits ruthless murders and sets in motion the event which could change the world order.
The murders are followed by the trial of the century, where media vilifies Meho as a psychopath, mass murderer, and a monster — all under the influence of FBI, who are trying to conceal the identity of the victims and protect the National Security.
The only person who believes that Meho is innocent is his 10-year-old brother Bucky, who will turn heavens and earth to free Meho. After learning the truth, Bucky is devastated, but not all things are as they seem, and the truth will be revealed at the very end.

Today was the longest day in school. During the lunch, I stayed in the classroom, trying to avoid chuckles, whispers, and evil smiles.   
With success, I avoided Ena all day, and when the final bell rang, I raced outside. A few moments later, Bucky met me at the curb.   
“Dawg, when we get home, I need to talk to you,” he said in his serious tone.   
Mom’s Rover pulled up and the moment I crashed in the comfortable leather seat, I felt like being exonerated from a long prison sentence.   
“How was school today?” Mom asked with her cherry voice.
"Mom,  it  was  great.  I  was  the  only  one  to  get  hundred  percent  in  Math, and  I  again  played soccer,  but  today  I  didn’t  score,  but  I  played  good,  and --" Bucky glanced at me then stopped. “It was okay, Mom.”
For the rest of the ride we drove in silence.
After  getting  home,  I  went  to  my  room,  made  wudu  and  got  ready  for Duhr  prayer.  A  moment  later,  Bucky  busted  in,  tossed  his  mountain  of  a backpack  on  the  bed,  and  then  joined  me  in  prayer.  After  we  finished,  he grabbed some clothes out of the drawer, and stormed out.
I  was  on  the  bed,  immersed  in  Great  Gatsby,  when  Bucky  poked  his head through the door.
“Dawg, meet me in the garage in ten minutes.”
I  finished  the  second  chapter  of  the  book,  then  descended  down  to  see what  Bucky  wanted.  He  was  in  the  garage,  balancing  on  the  old  metal chair,  trying  to  pull  something  off  the  top  shelf.  His  legs  protruded  out  of his black  shorts like two toothpicks, and a moment  later, he  jumped down holding the old baseball bat.
“Dawg,  tonight  we’re  going,”  he  started.  “I  googled  his  address  and everything is set —”
“Where’re we going?”
“To  Švabo’s  house.  We’re  gonna  wait  ‘til  he  goes  out  and  then we’re going to smack him with,” he glanced at the bat he was leaning on.
I  gazed  at  him and  smiled.  All  this  talk,  but  I  knew  he  was  just  a  harmless mouth runner — he wouldn’t be able to hurt a mouse with that  bat.
“You’ve watched too many movies.”
“Dawg! He can’t be  doing that to you. He  does the same to Zack.  Zack  is quiet  and doesn’t  bother  anybody  and if  it  wasn’t  for  me who knows what would  happen.  He  doesn’t  mess  with  me  because  when  he  did  once,  I started screaming and yelling and cursing and he left me alone. “Meho,  you  can’t  be  quiet  with  fools  like  that.  You  gotta  yell  at  them, scream  at  them,  and  those  bullies  will  leave  you  alone.  Trust  me.  But  don’t worry. Tonight we’re gonna teach him a lesson. When we —”
“Let’s go upstairs.”
“Okay. What time are we going to his house?”
“We’re not going. Let’s go.”
“Dawg  listen,”  he  said  scurrying  behind  me.  “Whole  school  is  talking about  that  party  and  what  he  did  to  you.  Dawg,  let’s  take  care  of  him.  You remember  when  you  smashed  stupid  Jerry  and  Bobby  and  Rob  and  Tim? After that they left us alone.”
I  strolled  inside  our  room,  got  behind  my  laptop,  powered  it  up,  and logged on. “Don’t  worry about it,”  I  said.  “Sometimes  it’s  best  to  leave  those  people alone.”
“No  dawg.  Sometimes  it’s  better  to  pop  him in  the  head  with  the  baseball bat, then he’ll leave you alone.” Silence hung in the air for a few moments. “I’m sick of that guy. Don’t worry about anything. I’ll take care of him.”
“Bucky don’t worry —”
“You  just  distract  him  and  I’ll  smash  him.  I’ll  pop  him  on  the  head  once and that’s all.”
I  ignored  his  babbling  and  checked  my  Facebook.  I  exhaled  when  I found  no  new  messages.  However,  there  was  a  video  posted,  and  I  clicked on  it.  Loud,  party  chattering  blasted  from  the  speakers,  and  my  heart stopped.
“What’s that dawg?” Bucky asked perking up from his bed. I fumbled the keyboard to shut it off and silence enveloped the room.  
“Move over,” Bucky said jumping up. “Let me see.”
“It’s nothing.”
He  pushed  me  off  the  chair,  and  took  my  place  behind  the  laptop.  He played  the  video  in  silence.  It  lasted  one  minute  and  fifteen  seconds,  and  it ended  with  the  beer  exploding  in  my  face.  Below  my  beer-soaked  grimace, the caption read: A FACE SO UGLY, ONLY A MOTHER COULD LOVE.
After the video finished, Bucky jumped up and started cursing.  “Stupid  motherfuckers!”   He  flipped  open  his  laptop,  and  started furiously  typing.  “Now  they’ll  see.  I’m  telling  everyone.  We’ll  blast  them, they’ll never even think to do anything like this.”
I  took  a  deep  breath  and  exhaled  slowly.  “Bucky...  sometimes  it’s  best to ignore people like him.” I had no idea that sooner than I thought I’d be so wrong about that.  

Author Bio:

After witnessing terrible war atrocities, Adnan Alisić escaped from Bosnia and came to Phoenix, Arizona where he became a successful businessman. Entangled in a gambling addiction, he was forced to execute this sensational casino heist. He can be reached at or www.AlisicAdnan.



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