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Interview with Kindra Sowder, Author of The Harvested

13139328_10156854203335223_535283569580933691_nTell us about your new book:
The Harvested: The Permutation Archives Book 1 is the first of a five part series. It was published in June 2016 and is available for sale on AmazonHere’s the synopsis:
There are only a few things Mila is afraid of. Most are pretty common fears, but there is one that sets her apart from those around her. The fear of a secret. With one drop of blood, her secret of a power beyond anything anyone had ever seen before is unleashed, landing her in a place where she is a prisoner. And an experiment. And there are only a few that know their dictator’s ultimate goal. Some are willing to save her, others want to exploit her for their own dark and sinister intentions, and it is up to her to stop them before it’s too late.
Wow that sounds great! What genre is it?
Dystopian Science Fiction
What inspired you to write The Harvested?
I always loved science fiction and wanted to write one for myself. I’m not certain exactly where the idea itself came from, but it surfaced one day and I couldn’t stop thinking about it. So, I started writing it and now we have this series that I love and adore and, so far, so have the readers!
Awesome! Can you share an excerpt from the book with us?
Once my eyes closed, I began to let myself drift once again even though I was terrified, but I didn’t make it to the dark and lonely place sleep took me. A gloved hand came over my mouth, and my eyes shot open. I tried to scream, but the man’s hand muffled the sound. The bedside lamp fell as I struggled to free myself. Fear and absolute terror took over while I fought hard not to turn my captor into the melted pile of flesh and blood that would result if I let my power take possession of me.
Frozen and held in place, I didn’t even realize there was another man in my room until I felt a hand firmly clasp my wrist, pushing a device into my flesh that pricked my skin and made a strange whining noise. A beep sounded, and he nodded to the man holding me down on my bed.
My time had come. I was being taken, and no one would hear from me again. I didn’t want to leave. I wanted to stay there and have my nights with Julius and discussions over coffee with Cecilia and my mother. I wasn’t done poking fun at Gaia yet.
I bit into the man’s hand covering my mouth. He kept his pained noises to a minimum, but I forced a scream out of my lungs to rip through the air as if it was the last sound I would ever make. I kicked out, my foot striking the man at my side, and launched myself off the bed, dashing to the open bedroom door.
“Mila!” Julius yelled from the living room.
They were taking him too, and there was no way out. I grabbed the doorway, my fingers hooking around to the edge of the frame, and I got just enough of a glimpse to see something that shook me to the core.
Julius was on the ground, blood running down his arm and eyes wide with fear. They had put the machine to his wrist, just like they had me. It looked more like a glucose meter for diabetics than anything sinister. I assumed they used it to confirm our identity. They had just been lucky enough to find the both of us in one place.
His arm fell over his eyes, and he looked as if he had been thrown to the ground and was trying to steady himself. Another man in a white suit stalked up to him, and punched him, knocking him unconscious.
I had never been in a situation where I had had to defend myself, so I didn’t have anything there that was made just for that purpose. My mother had always urged me to at least purchase a gun or stun wand, but I hadn’t. When my apartment had been broken into, I hadn’t been home and had come back to find a large mess, but I had never experienced the terror of someone’s hands grabbing me and being placed over my mouth. Fear wasn’t the word for what I felt. The more accurate description was sheer, absolute terror.
Where can we go to learn more?
To learn more, go to http://www.ksowderauthor.com/. I am also on Facebook, Twitter, and Goodreads.