Blog tour RAKSHA by Frankie Rose

 

 

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RAKSHA

RELEASE DATE: 30.0413

 

 

 

She has no name.

She has her knives, her training, and her halo.

 The first and second give her the ability to defeat the opponents she is pitted against each month. The third frees her from pain and fear. From any kind of emotion at all. Everything is as it should be. Everything is as it should be, until…

Fear… Pain… Anger… Happiness… Desire… Guilt…

 Love.

 When a newly named Kit escapes the Sanctuary after killing her best friend, the last thing she needs is another knife in her hand. Or Ryka, the damaged, beautiful blond boy, whom she refuses to let save her. The sights and sounds of Freetown are new, yet one thing is familiar: the matches. The only difference? Where the blood in the Sanctuary landed only on the Colosseum floor, Kit will quickly learn that a river of red runs through Freetown’s very streets.

 Without her halo, the inhabitants of Kit’s new home consider her saved, but is that really the case? Would she be better off free of the guilt associated with all the blood on her hands, or is the love of one boy worth living through all the pain?

 

Raksha is the call of the dead. It is the rumbling chant for fresh blood from the other side, the demand for sacrifice. The Colosseum is behind Kit. The fighting pits await.

 

 

 

RAKSHA EXCERPT

 

I mmm doubtfully, scratching Jada behind her ears. She seems to like that. Cai’s face is gone now, although who knows how long the reprieve will be. When I look up, Ryka is watching me pet Jada.

“She likes you,” he says.

“You sound surprised.”

“I’m not. My sister’s a good judge of character. If Liv likes you that pretty much means everyone else will. Including my fickle dog.” He whistles softly and Jada pricks her ears at the sound.

“And you?” I ask.

He smiles. “Seriously?”

I nod, and Ryka’s mouth pulls up to one side in a way that makes my heart race. He looks wicked.

“Well, we’re friends. In that weird way where you’re eternally mad at me, and I’m eternally imagining what you look like naked.”

“What!” I go to slap his arm but he ducks out of reach, grinning. From the way my insides react to his words, it feels like I’ve swallowed something entirely too hot. Is this normal? Is this what liking someone feels like? It’s confusing and frustrating and frankly—okay, I’ll admit it—kind of wonderful. But what the hell am I supposed to do with that? How do I change who I am, sixteen years of fighting, a life of blood? How do I trade in all that confrontation for something a little sweeter? I think it’s probably too late.

“I really didn’t do myself any favours when I met you, did I? You still don’t trust me?” Ryka tips his head forward, smiling ruefully at his feet when I shake my head. “In that case I suppose it’s pointless asking if you’ve fallen in love with me yet?”

The boy is determined to make me die a death this evening. It’s all I can do not to choke as I shake my head. “Sadly, no. I don’t think I want to kill you anymore, though. So there’s that.”

In the moonlight, Ryka’s eyes bow as he smiles broadly. “There is that. We’ll have to see what we can do to change your mind, though. I’ve never been very good at waiting for anything I want.” He shoves me gently with his shoulder and my heart stumbles.

“You want me?”

Ryka’s smile is devastatingly sharp. “You own me, remember. And now, after the other night…well, I guess I kinda own you, too.”

 

Meet Ryka.

Hey, my name’s Ryka, but most people call me Ry. I’m eighteen years old, and I’m a member of Freetown. The leader of Freetown, Grandfather Jack, actually IS my grandfather, and people kinda think I’m next in line to run the place when he steps down. I’m not so keen on the idea, though I found Kit half-drowned in a river just outside the Sanctuary boundary fence. She was stubborn then, wouldn’t let me help her, and not much has changed. Well, some things have changed...but we won’t go into that

 

 

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Name:Ryka

 

Age: 18

 

Current Residence:Freetown

Talents/Skills: Exceptional fighter.

Siblings: One sister, Olivia. Close relationship.

Spouse: Now that would be telling ;)

Grandparents: Jack, leader of Freetown.

Height:6 ft.

Weight:185 lbs

Race: Caucasian

Eye Color: Brown

Hair Color: Blond

Skin color: Tanned

Distinguishing features: Counter tattoos that run up the backs of his arms.

Greatest flaw: His quick temper.

Best quality: Fiercely loyal and protective of those he loves.

Intelligence Level: Very smart

Ruled by emotion or logic? Emotion.

Would be most embarrassed by...Losing a fight in front of Kit!

Strengths/Weaknesses:Strengths would be his determination and kindness.

Weaknesses would be his hubris and his pride.

Introvert or Extrovert? Definite extrovert.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

SHORT BIO

 

 

Frankie Rose is a British expat, who is currently enjoying the perks of living in Australia- her awesome husband, sunshine, and vitamin D. She spends her time creating fictional universes in which the guy sometimes gets the girl, the heroes occasionally die, and the endings aren't always happy. But they usually are.

 

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