Of Cinder and Bone by Kyoko M. - Book Tour + Giveaway
Of Cinder and Bone
By
Kyoko M
Kyoko M
Genre:
SciFi Thriller, Fantasy
SciFi Thriller, Fantasy
After centuries of being the most dangerous predators on the planet,
dragons were hunted to extinction. That is, until Dr. Rhett “Jack”
Jackson and Dr. Kamala Anjali cracked the code to bring them back.
Through their research at MIT, they resurrected the first dragon
anyone has seen alive since the 15th century. There’s just one
problem.
dragons were hunted to extinction. That is, until Dr. Rhett “Jack”
Jackson and Dr. Kamala Anjali cracked the code to bring them back.
Through their research at MIT, they resurrected the first dragon
anyone has seen alive since the 15th century. There’s just one
problem.
Someone stole it.
Caught between two ruthless yakuza clans who want to clone the dragon, Jack
and Kamala brave the dangerous streets of Tokyo to steal their dragon
back in a race against time before the world is taken over by
mutated, bloodthirsty monsters that will raze it to ashes.
and Kamala brave the dangerous streets of Tokyo to steal their dragon
back in a race against time before the world is taken over by
mutated, bloodthirsty monsters that will raze it to ashes.
Of Cinder and Bone is an all-new sci-fi thriller from the author of the
Amazon bestselling Black Parade novels. Don’t miss out on this
explosive first-in-series!
Amazon bestselling Black Parade novels. Don’t miss out on this
explosive first-in-series!
“Yep, this is exactly where I thought I’d be at this
point in my life,” Jack sighed, pulling on yet another pair of latex gloves as
he stared forlornly at the reeking dumpster. “Ass-deep in garbage.”
“We lead a charming life,” Kamala agreed. “At least
the manager was kind enough to let us do this without a fight. Technically,
we’re supposed to wait for the police.”
“Not enough time on the clock for that. We’ll work out
the details later.” Jack cleared his throat and cast her a sidelong glance,
smirking.
“Ladies first?”
Kamala sent him a glare that could curdle milk. His
smirk widened into a grin before he tossed both large black lids back and
heaved himself up over the side. He landed and wobbled for a moment before
shuddering as the stench of rotten food swallowed him whole. He breathed
through his mouth in shallow bursts, his eyes tearing, and managed to keep his
breakfast down after a moment.
“Yep,” he said weakly, offering Kamala his arm.
“Charming, indeed.”
She climbed in next to him and they carefully rooted
through the trash, checking for any bits of electronics in case the laptop had
been disassembled before being tossed. “What are the odds that we’ll find it in
this mess?”
“We probably have a better chance of growing wings and
flying around the city,” Jack said, grimacing as he tossed a half-filled
macchiato aside. “But the devil’s in the details. There is no perfect crime. If
Okegawa was on a deadline, he might have been in a rush. Being in a rush means
making mistakes. That’s all we need. Just one mistake to catch him.”
They searched for the better part of half an hour
before Kamala heard a suspicious crunching sound beneath her covered boots. She
shifted a few things aside and found a long white cord. She tugged sharply on
it and the battery charger for a MacBook laptop popped free, swinging in her
hand. She met Jack’s gaze and they both tore through the trash surrounding that
spot. A moment later, Kamala’s hands closed on Jack’s laptop.
“Hello, beautiful,” Jack said, wiping grime and gunk
off of it. “Leave it closed. I’m sure the garbage probably did a number on any
evidence on the outside, but there might be fibers or hairs between the
keyboard and the screen. Nice work, Dr. Anjali.”
She flashed him a grin, handed it to him, and turned
to exit the dumpster. She stopped after only a step. Jack realized why a second
later.
“Konnichiwa,”
Okegawa said pleasantly, his smile off-setting the silenced Beretta .9mm in his
large hand. “Ogenki desu ka?”
“We’ve been better,” Kamala said, slowly raising her
hands. Jack did the same, but he inched
towards her in an attempt to block Okegawa’s line of sight.
“Relax, Jackson,” Okegawa drawled, his tone almost
bored. “I have no intention of hurting ojō-sama.”
“Well, you tossed my apartment and now you have a gun
pointed at us,” Jack said. “You understand my concern.”
“Of course. The gun is merely insurance. If I wanted
you dead, I could have had it done already. I think you know that, as smart as
you are.”
Jack narrowed his eyes. “Then what do you want?”
“A distraction. That’s why I left the laptop for you
to find. It gave me time to break into your car and take the other laptop. I’ve
been trying to get it for days, but ojō-sama
takes it with her everywhere, unlike you.”
Kamala clenched her jaw. “How long have you been
following us?”
Okegawa shrugged. “Not long. Had to get everything
prepped and tie up loose ends.”
“Is that what we are now? Loose ends? It’s broad
daylight, man. You can’t just shoot us and walk away. Hell, you’ve probably
only got another thirty seconds before one of the Starbucks employees empties
the trash and sees you.”
“Hai. That’s
why you’re going to toss me the laptop.”
“Or you’ll shoot me?”
What little light there was in Okegawa’s brown eyes
sputtered out. “Hai.”
“You just said you didn’t want me dead.”
Another dispassionate shrug. “I’d prefer not to, but
if you push me, I will retaliate.”
“Jack,” Kamala whispered.
He glanced at her. She kept her eyes on Okegawa, but
her tone was enough. He exhaled and tossed Okegawa the laptop. It landed at his
feet, shattering several pieces over the concrete with a loud crash. Okegawa
flinched on instinct, his eyes snapping towards it for a split second.
Kamala took her Taser out of her pocket and shot it at
Okegawa.
Okegawa screamed as the electrified prongs hit him.
Jack pulled Kamala down into the dumpster as the gun went off twice, tearing
two chunks out of the wall where he’d been standing. They both lay panting in
the garbage heap as they heard a thud and then nothing. Jack motioned for her
to stay put and slowly rose to his knees, peeking over the rim of the dumpster.
Okegawa lay on the ground, twitching occasionally, his
eyes shut, teeth clenched, the gun lying several feet away.
Jack scooped Kamala up in his hands with a hysterical
laugh, holding her above his head. “You. Are. Freaking. Brilliant.”
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Kyoko M is an author, a fangirl, and an avid book reader. Her debut novel,
The Black Parade, has been on Amazon's Bestseller List at #5 in the
Occult Horror category. She has a Bachelor of Arts in English Lit
degree from the University of Georgia, which gave her every valid
excuse to devour book after book with a concentration in Greek
mythology and Christian mythology. When not working feverishly on a
manuscript (or two), she can be found buried under her Dashboard on
Tumblr, or chatting with fellow nerds on Twitter, or curled up with a
good Harry Dresden novel on a warm central Florida night. Like any
author, she wants nothing more than to contribute something great to
the best profession in the world, no matter how small.
The Black Parade, has been on Amazon's Bestseller List at #5 in the
Occult Horror category. She has a Bachelor of Arts in English Lit
degree from the University of Georgia, which gave her every valid
excuse to devour book after book with a concentration in Greek
mythology and Christian mythology. When not working feverishly on a
manuscript (or two), she can be found buried under her Dashboard on
Tumblr, or chatting with fellow nerds on Twitter, or curled up with a
good Harry Dresden novel on a warm central Florida night. Like any
author, she wants nothing more than to contribute something great to
the best profession in the world, no matter how small.
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