Title: Violet Storm
Author: Anna Soliveres
Publication Date: March 28, 2014
Publisher: Anna Soliveres
Pages: 305
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“You shouldn’t be here!” growls Ruven. “What would possess you to risk yourself?
Why didn’t you listen to me?”
“Let me go!” I struggle hard against his strong grip pinning me against the wall.
Ruven’s eyes are frightening, like bloodred storm clouds.
I say the next words through my teeth, “Let me go, or I’ll make you let me go.”
“Listen to me. I’m trying to—”
My knee connects to the space right above his groin.
He curls forward. I swing the base of my elbow solidly against his jaw, enjoying the
resounding thwack from the contact. But he recovers quicker than I anticipate and tackles
me at the waist. We roll onto the ground. I knee him again, using my elbows like a bat,
attacking with moves geared toward such close proximity. Ruven is quick to block and
dodge. I don’t hold anything back. We are nearly equal in augmented strength and speed.
But unlike Ruven, I fight dirty. When you’re small like me, there’s no such thing as a fair
fight.
But wrestling is Ruven’s forté. I realize this as soon as he manages to hook my arm
around my neck. I push my newly discovered modified body and twist. I hear a pop in my
shoulder, and for a moment black dots cloud my vision, the pain causing me to hiss
venom through my teeth. I kick my head back. There is a crunch when it meets his nose.
Ruven yowls. In one fluid motion, I push my popped shoulder back in, swallowing the
screaming pain. I slip out from beneath him, but he follows, keeping his position above
me. I jab with the heel of my palm. He dodges, using my error to overtake me. His weight
pins me to the rocky ground. I try the same move again, faster, thrusting the heel of my
palm at his already bruising nose. His face jerks up, his torso rising with it. I immediately
knock his elbow, flip him over, and straddle him. Fist tight, arm back, I zero in on his jaw.
The other hand gripping the collar of his shirt so tight, I know it’s cutting off air.
“I’m trying to help you,” Ruven gurgles.
My fist makes it halfway before I stop. Teeth bared, I lower my face to his, tightening
my grip on his shirt. “Why should I believe you?”
“Because I let you take me down…” he replies with a lopsided grin.
I snort derisively. “Sure you did.” Like I haven’t heard that before. “I’m not your
average little girl.”
Tone dangerous and deep, he says, “Oh, I agree.” His arm flies across me, grabbing
my fist and twisting my wrist. The ground rushes up, slamming against my cheek. I barely
have enough time to grunt when both my arms are wrapped behind me like an
apprehended criminal. Ruven’s sharp knee presses against my back, making it hard to
breathe.
“Get off me! Let me go!” Sand scratches my cheek.
“Quiet…” Ruven growls. “And stop squirming!”
Excerpt
“You shouldn’t be here!” growls Ruven. “What would possess you to risk yourself?Why didn’t you listen to me?”
“Let me go!” I struggle hard against his strong grip pinning me against the wall.
Ruven’s eyes are frightening, like bloodred storm clouds.
I say the next words through my teeth, “Let me go, or I’ll make you let me go.”
“Listen to me. I’m trying to—”
My knee connects to the space right above his groin.
He curls forward. I swing the base of my elbow solidly against his jaw, enjoying the resounding thwack from the contact. But he recovers quicker than I anticipate and tackles me at the waist. We roll onto the ground. I knee him again, using my elbows like a bat, attacking with moves geared toward such close proximity. Ruven is quick to block and dodge. I don’t hold anything back. We are nearly equal in augmented strength and speed. But unlike Ruven, I fight dirty. When you’re small like me, there’s no such thing as a fair fight.
But wrestling is Ruven’s forté. I realize this as soon as he manages to hook my arm around my neck. I push my newly discovered modified body and twist. I hear a pop in my shoulder, and for a moment black dots cloud my vision, the pain causing me to hiss venom through my teeth. I kick my head back. There is a crunch when it meets his nose.
Ruven yowls. In one fluid motion, I push my popped shoulder back in, swallowing the screaming pain. I slip out from beneath him, but he follows, keeping his position above me. I jab with the heel of my palm. He dodges, using my error to overtake me. His weight pins me to the rocky ground. I try the same move again, faster, thrusting the heel of my palm at his already bruising nose. His face jerks up, his torso rising with it. I immediately knock his elbow, flip him over, and straddle him. Fist tight, arm back, I zero in on his jaw. The other hand gripping the collar of his shirt so tight, I know it’s cutting off air.
“I’m trying to help you,” Ruven gurgles.
My fist makes it halfway before I stop. Teeth bared, I lower my face to his, tightening my grip on his shirt. “Why should I believe you?”
“Because I let you take me down…” he replies with a lopsided grin.
I snort derisively. “Sure you did.” Like I haven’t heard that before. “I’m not your average little girl.”
Tone dangerous and deep, he says, “Oh, I agree.” His arm flies across me, grabbing my fist and twisting my wrist. The ground rushes up, slamming against my cheek. I barely have enough time to grunt when both my arms are wrapped behind me like an apprehended criminal. Ruven’s sharp knee presses against my back, making it hard to breathe.
“Get off me! Let me go!” Sand scratches my cheek.
“Quiet…” Ruven growls. “And stop squirming!”
About the Author
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Anna Soliveres has always been a storyteller but it wasn’t until her early twenties when she began writing novel length works. The result was an enthusiasm to get better at the craft until her work could be shared with the world. Releasing in March 2014, VIOLET STORM is her debut novel. Anna is currently working on another young adult sci-fi series, titled SNOW DOLLS, set to release in late 2014. To learn more, please visit her at annasoliveres.com.
