Title: Wisteria
Author: Bisi Leyton
Genre: Young Adult Paranormal
Romance
Date of Publication: Aug 2012
Number of pages: 275
Cover
Artist: Olivia SmithWisteria by Bisi Leyton:
Sixteen year old Wisteria Kuti has two
options—track the infected around the Isle of Smythe or leave the only known
safe haven and face a world infested with flesh eating biters. But even with
well-armed trackers, things go wrong and Wisteria ends up alone facing certain
death, until she is rescued by the mysterious Bach. Uninfected, Bach is able to
survive among the hordes of living dead.
Eighteen year old Bach, from a race known as The
Family, has no interest in human affairs. He was sent here to complete his Great
Walk and return home as a man—as a Sen Son. The Family regard humans as Dirt
People, but Bach is drawn to this Terran girl, whom he has never seen before,
but somehow knows.
Hunted by flesh eaters, cannibals, and the
mysterious blood thirsty group called Red Phoenix, Wisteria and Bach make their
way back to the Isle of Smythe, a community built on secrets and lies.
Praise for Wisteria:
“I love the buildup of this story, getting to
know the characters and watching their connection grow. I had no idea which way
the story was headed and I was kept in suspense right up to the very end! It has
plenty of action and a fascinating plot and I can’t wait to see what Bisi Leyton
has for us next!!”
“There are a lot of great things in this book, so
much more than zombies and a struggle for survival. At it’s base core it is
about star-crossed lovers, literally and the supporting characters roles… Ms.
Leyton brings to Wisteria a mixture of science fiction, fantasy, dystopic world
with a twist to the paranormal romance angle!”
“The book was full of nonstop action from the
beginning until the end, and I did not put it down until I had finished it. I
loved the book.”
Excerpt:
As she walked back to the ridge of the roof, Bach’s heart went with
her. Someone had tried to hurt her. Tried to damage what belonged to him, and
who he belonged to.
He started to feel dizzy from the volumes of strangle weed planted in
the front of her house.
“Thank you so much for coming and for the guitar. It’s perfect.” She
gave it back to him.
“No, it is yours, Wisteria.” He refused to take it. “Do you not like
it?”
“No, I love it. It’s so beautiful.”
“Then keep it.” He kissed her neck. Knowing—hoping—his touch would
soothe her pain, but he hadn’t come here to comfort her.
“Bach.” She used her instrument as a shield as she moved away from
him. “It’s a bad idea. You won’t understand.”
“You are right. I do not get why you would refuse something you
apparently love,” he whispered while rubbing her forearms and taking in her
scent.
“If I accept your kindness, then I’ll have to face the consequences.
I don’t know if I can face those.”
“You cannot face accepting my kindness, or is it accepting me that
you cannot face?”
“Um…?”
“Tell me that you do not feel the same,” he whispered. “That the
moment you first saw me that I did not get inside your head. Tell me that you do
not think about me all of the time when we are not
together?”
The dark-eyed girl did not answer.
Wishing he could will her to speak, he pressed her against his chest.
Briefly, he noticed a black spot at the base of her neck, where he had kissed
her, and then it was gone. “Okay, Wisteria. Then tell me that you want me to
leave, and that you do not care if you never ever see me again.” He felt like
someone else was speaking for him, once again. The questions became pointless as
he found himself still planting kisses along her neck and the sides of her
face.
“I can’t tell you that, Bach,” she replied softly, her voice
breaking. “Because it’s not true.” She wrapped her arms around him and held him
tightly.
Desperately wanting to kiss her luscious-looking lips, he leaned into
her.
Wisteria reached up to him, tugging his head down as she stood on the
very tips of her toes, seemingly just as eager to taste his
lips.
“Wisteria, I cannot.” He broke away before it happened. “I do not
want this.”
* * * * *
Wrapping her arms around herself, she moved away from him. Once
again, humiliated and feeling foolish. “Goodnight, Bach!” She strode angrily to
the side of the roof in order to climb down.
He grabbed her and held her back
The guy came here just to tease her, yet again! Didn’t he know he was hurting her? Didn’t he care? “I’m tired of all this nonsense. I’m actually tired and need some
sleep. I’m done with this. All of this!” She should’ve left the roof when she
saw him appear. “Let go, so I can go.”
“Wisteria, it is not that.” Exhaling heavily, he released her. “My
people could kill you if they knew I wanted you.”
This wasn’t at all what she’d expected him to say.
“What?”
“I am in love with you. I do not know why, but I am. And it is
selfish, because I just want you for myself.” Sadness filled his eyes as he
spoke.
“Why would they do that to me?”
“Because you are human and because we see humans as Terran, or dirt
people.”
“And you believe that too? So why are you here, living among us, if
we’re so disgusting?”
“You are not disgusting. You are beautiful.” Rubbing his temples, he
seemed troubled and bewildered. “I came to Terra as a rite of passage. To be
considered a man, to take a journey and experience the
wild.”
“The wild?”
“I chose Terra, or Earth, because I came here as a child. Your people
treated me so badly in the past. When I learned about the Nero disease, I wanted
to see your world.” He paused. “You were right when you said there was something
wrong with me.”
“Bach, it cannot be that bad.” Stepping up to him, she stroked her
fingers along his biceps.
The sweet motion made him smile at her, but he still looked
distressed.
“Like about Garfield, you let him live with you. And now you’re here
with me.”
“You are not like the rest.”
“Neither are you. You’re not so cold and cruel like Enric or
patronizing like Felip. They think they’re better than us. You just hate people
because you’re a jerk, Bach.”
“Ha.” Bach laughed. “A jerk?”
“You’re a big jerk.” As the final word rolled
from her lips, he kissed her.
She was stunned for a second. His lips tasted like a strange,
tantalizing spice.
He squeezed her against his larger frame and rested his right hand on
the small of her back.
She fidgeted, unsure about what to do with her hands. She tried to
kiss him back, but she struggled because she was so
short.
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Author Bisi Leyton:
Bisi Leyton was born in East London in 1978. She grew up in London, Nigeria and the States, listening to the stories life and love from aunts, cousins and big sisters.
She lives in London, but has worked around Europe including France, Germany, Ireland, Belgium and the Czech Republic. She has a fondness for reading graphic novels.
2 comments:
Bisi, welcome to the blog. Best wishes for many sales.
Great book cover. Your book sounds so interesting. Really want to find out what happens next between them. Thanks for your giveaways. Entered both. Also thank you for the free ebook when I signed up for your newsletter.
Sue B
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