Happy Release Day to Kim Briggs. Starr Gone is the third book in her Starr Fall series which follows a young high school student who is turned into a killer by a secret government agency. Because she doesn't want to be a killer, she takes off on the run... finds a group of other like-minded young people and forms a family.
Now she's going to face her toughest ordeal yet! The people she trusts may not be who she thought they were...read this excerpt to see more....
EXCERPT Of STARR GONE
The rational part of my brain screams at me to kick Sami in the stomach. Kick her and send her flying across the room. The irrational part disregards any and all concern for my own wellbeing. The irrational part only cares that one of the friends I thought was dead is alive.
I tilt my head away from the whip and whirl around. “Oh my god! Sami!” I rush at her with my arms flung out. She shoves her palms into my chest. “I don’t think so,” she says and sends me flying backwards.
My arms flail wildly searching for something, anything to hold on to. Her reaction doesn’t make any sense. I thought she was dead. I thought she and Jody were dead. I mourned for them. I vowed to avenge their deaths. We should be celebrating not fighting.
Out of the corner of my eye, I notice Jody. Any concern I hatched for myself during Sami’s attack disappears.
Jody’s alive. She’s alive.
I leap at her, but Sami’s whip bites my kneecap. White-hot pain sears my leg, paralyzing me to one square foot of this dingy room.
I search Jody’s face for answers to a million questions. Questions I’m sure she has the answers to, but she avoids my gaze. “Jody, what’s going on?”
Sami sighs loudly. “You’re a smart girl, Starr. Figure it out.”
“No,” Frank grunts. “Get out of here.”
I raise my chin. “You did this to Frank.”
Sami smacks the whip in her hand. “I did.”
Stepping back, I place myself between the tip of her sick plaything and my best friend. “Why?”
Her lip rises in a snarl. “We were trying to find out where you were.”
“Once again you’re screwing up my life.”
Nothing she says makes sense. We were friends. Nighttime sleepovers, true confessions, best of friends. “I thought you were dead. I thought you and Jody were dead.”
She flicks her wrist. The snakelike tip bites my ankle. I stumble back. “Of course you did, because it’s all about you isn’t it?”
Hot liquid seeps across my foot. I show no weakness. You can’t with a predator. “I don’t understand. We’re friends. We’ve always been friends. I’ve never done anything to you, to either of you.” I search Jody’s face, but she still refuses to look at me.
“We’re friends?” Sami snarls. “Do you know how much I hate you? Every day of our friendship I hated you.”
The piercing fangs of her words hurt more than a whip ever could. The air in my lungs whooshes out of me. “Why?”
“Because you’re Starr,” she snarls. “You’re tall, blond, blue-eyed, with that girl next door wholeness. Guys love you. Girls want to be you. I’m sick and tired of hearing, ‘Starr this, Starr that.’ I. Hate. You.”
“Sami,” I plead. “I never meant to hurt you. I had no idea you felt this way. Why didn’t you say anything?”
Her lip curls as if she’s found a most distasteful piece of lint on her shirt. “Of course you didn’t do anything. That was the problem. You’re so freaking perfect. You’re so freaking nice. You never want anyone to be upset with you—you make me sick.”
A Starr gone. A team betrayed.
You never know who your true friends are until a gun’s pointed at you. One will take a bullet, and the other will pull the trigger. Starr learned that lesson the hard way.
The perfect smile. A killer attitude. General Treadwell wanted nothing more than to turn Starr Bishop into the ideal assassin, but she’s far more valuable as Jessica Chamberlain, granddaughter and heir to Chamberlain Chocolates. Luckily, he’s found two enthusiastic replacements. They lack Starr’s intelligence, but no matter, they possess their own weapons of persuasion along with a flair for the dramatic, and that’s never a bad thing.
Di, along with Christian, Frank, Ben and Coda, are determined to keep Starr safe, but the depths of betrayal crack the very foundation of the team. When Starr becomes a pawn in a game of power, money, and manipulation, Di channels her WWSD (What Would Starr Do) to rally the team. She owes her best friend that much. No... More.
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