Thursday, March 7, 2013

Perception ~ Volition by Lee Strauss blog Tour

Eternal Life is To Die

For seventeen year old Zoe Vanderveen is a GAP—a genetically altered person. She lives in the security of a walled city on prime water-front property along side other equally beautiful people with extended life spans.

Her brother Liam is missing.

Noah Brody is a natural who lives on the outside. He leads protests against the GAPs and detests the widening chasm they’ve created between those who have and those who don’t. He doesn’t like girls like Zoe and he has good reason not to like her specifically.

Zoe’s carefree life takes a traumatic turn. She’s in trouble and it turns out that Noah, the last guy on earth she should trust, is the only one who can help her.

Want to read PERCEPTION? It's FREE on Kobo itunes B&N Smashwords and on Amazon PERCEPTION (Perception Series) !

I had the pleasure of reading the first book and posted my review in October 2012.  If you are interested to read my thoughts on the book, please go to this LINK.  I gave the book 4 out of 5 stars.

VOLITION is the exciting continuation of Noah and Zoe's story from Perception.

What doesn't kill you ...
Zoe Vanderveen is on the run with her captor turned rescuer, Noah Brody.
They're in love.
Or at least that’s what he tells her. Her memories have returned but her feelings are dreamlike—thin and fleeting. Her heart can’t be trusted. Just look at what happened with Taylor Blake.
Senator Vanderveen’s new team of cyborg agents are in hot pursuit, and a reward for their capture is broadcast nationwide. Record breaking cold and snow hinder their escape. Someone dies helping them.
And their fight for survival has only begun.

Read an Excerpt!
Noah moved about the store, keeping his face toward me. He was taller than the shelves in the middle isles and he kept his eye on me as he grabbed at items.
The clerk watched Noah’s hands, not trusting that he wouldn’t pocket something without paying. Noah placed a couple sandwiches and something else I couldn’t identify on the counter and paid with cash. The clerk gave him a double-take before accepting the cash, then shrugged and shook his head. No change.
“I have to use the restroom,” I said when he returned.
“I figured. They’re around the corner.” He handed me a key and then shoved something else in my hands. “Put this on.”
“A wig?” I said. “It’s pink!”
“They’re stocked up for Halloween. It’s this or green.”
A deep moan escaped my lips when I looked in the mirror. A bare bulb hanging from the ceiling gave off a green hue. My hair was a mess and my skin was pasty pale due to lack of sleep and too much stress. I looked ghoulish. Perfect for Halloween. I tore the wrapping of the wig open with my teeth. The glossy neon-pink nylon strands were attached to a cheap membrane. I twisted my hair into a pile on the top of my head and covered it with the wig. It felt awkward and I patted it with my hands to flatten the hair underneath.
Noah’s lips pulled up in a tight grin when he saw me.
“Shut up.”
He ran his fingers through the nylon strands. “You look cute.”
I grumbled a response, then unwrapped my sandwich.
We walked until we spotted the flashing of a motel sign. It was attached to a long, stucco building with paint-chipped trim and wooden doors. The woman in the office sat behind a desk, casually dressed in poor-fitting slacks and blouse. Her eyes diverted back to the little TV hanging on a bracket on the wall. I recognized the soap opera, and was glad she found the program more interesting than us.
Noah paid the lady with cash. I kept my pink head down and followed Noah to number 109.
Noah used the key card to open the door and we were hit with a waft of air that reeked of cigarette smoke. It felt like a cramped storage room, with only a tiny table, two wooden chairs, an ancient TV attached to the wall and a double bed. The orange carpet was worn out to the flooring beneath it. It took two steps to get anywhere, including the bathroom which stank like urine and I winced at the thought of having to use that shower to get cleaned up.
I raised my eyebrows at Noah. “This is the best we can do?”
“It’s cheap.”
Noah closed the door behind us and fiddled with the thermostat. I rubbed my hands together, not sure what to do with myself. For the last three nights we’d slept in the car. This was the first time since we became fugitives that we shared a real, if gross, room together. I tossed my handbag on the table and then sat in one of the wobbly chairs.
“It should warm up quickly.” Noah turned to look at me. “Do you mind if I have a shower first? I’ll be quick.”
As much as I’d like to stand under a spray of hot water, I wasn’t eager to remove my layers now that I was finally starting to beat the chill. Plus, that shower stall….
I folded my arms and closed my eyes. I started trembling, my heart racing, and my forehead grew clammy. Was this what post-traumatic stress was like? 


About Lee Strauss: 

Lee Strauss writes historical and science fiction/romance for upper YA and adult readers. She also writes light and fun stuff under the name Elle Strauss. To find out more about Lee and her books check out her facebook page. Follow her on Twitter at To find out about new releases sign up for her newsletter at

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