Title: The Harvest Saga Box Set
Author: Casey L Bond
Genre: YA Dystopian
Hosted by: Lady Amberâs PR
Blurb: Reap (Book 1): The remnants of the United States of America have been divided.
From five enormous, technologically-advanced cities, the Greaters rule over the Lessers. In the Lesser village of Orchard, things are not as perfect as Abby Kelley thinks they are. When the apple harvest draws near and the Greaterâs engineered fruits become too much for one village to handle alone, reinforcements from neighboring villages are called upon.
Having to choose between her best friend, whom she has no romantic feelings for, and mysterious newcomer Crew, Abby finds herself in the middle of a harvest that she had no intention of becoming a part of. She becomes involved in a situation that threatens the strict rule of the Greaters, and just might give the Lessers hope for a better tomorrow. But, can she help the Lessers without losing Crew? And if she chooses Crew, will she lose her best friend?
Resist (Book 2): Abby Kelley returns home from the Greater city of Olympus to find that things in Orchard Village are bad, very bad. The Olympian Guard has taken over village affairs. The Lessers are being worked to the bone in the coldest winter Orchard has seen. Villagers are being dragged away for the slightest indication of what they call âresistance.â She needs to keep her head down and her mouth shut. But, itâs so hard to do when everything within you screams rebellion.
Kyan is coming on strong, trying to convince her to take a chance on him. Shocking news of Crewâs activities in Olympus sweeps through the Villages. When Abby is taken away by the Olympian guard, Kyan sends word to Vesuvius for help. But, no one could have predicted their idea of help or what they might expect in return.
Who will be left to pick up the pieces of Abbyâs heart?
Reclaim (Book 3): The Greaters have ruled over the Lessers since The Fall. Theyâve taken Abbyâs family. Theyâve taken her friends. Theyâve taken her hostage and threatened the villages.
Enough is enough. Freedom is worth fighting for. Love is worth dying for.
And the Lessers are done taking orders from the Greaters.
Reclaimâ¦the epic conclusion of the award-winning Harvest Saga.
Award-winning author Casey L. Bond resides in Milton, West Virginia with her husband and their two beautiful daughters. When sheâs not busy being a domestic goddess and chasing her baby girls, she loves to write young adult and new adult fiction. You can find more information about Bondâs books via the following links:
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If you love The Harvest Saga, you can vote for the series to be made into a television show or film! You can nominate actors and choose your dream cast! http://www.iflist.com/stories/reaptheharvestsagaA SLAM JOLTED ME OUT of my slumber. Another bang echoed in the front of the cabin, and footsteps hurried to my door. I didnât know how long Iâd slept, or if it was still daylight, but I was still tired and wanted to retreat back into the sweet abyss again. My door opened, and I turned my head to see my aunt standing in the doorway. âWhat happened, Abby?â She rushed over. I tried to push myself up, but my back was so stiff. The skin even felt stiff. How was that possible? I winced. âStay down. Let me see.â She gingerly lifted the back of Kyâs shirt and peeked underneath. The fabric slowly peeled away from my skin where the bandages Evelyn had applied didnât quite reach, or had shifted, and it felt like part of the wounds tore open again. A hiss escaped from between my teeth at the same time a curse flew from her lips. âEvelyn sent more salve. She said that your body would absorb part of it and that more would have to be packed in.â Lulu helped me sit up and, one by one, I unbuttoned the shirt and again pried it away from my back. The only portion not torn to shreds from the fifteen lashes was the part my bra had covered; although, by the last lash, it only hung on by a thread. âEvelyn came to the depot. She said youâd been injured and gave me the medicine and salve. I had no idea. Did Norris do this?â All I could do was nod. Lulu took my shirt as I laid back down on my stomach and tried to remain as still as possible while she packed my wounds. Having left the room, I could hear her banging around in the kitchen before she returned with a steaming mug containing more of the special tea. I gulped it down, hoping it would help numb the pain like it had before. When my head hit the pillow, I fell asleep almost immediately. Something was touching my face, caressing my cheek. The skin that brushed mine was rough, hardened by the work we all shared. Am I dreaming? I waited, trying to see if it was real or part of a dream. Whichever it was, it was nice, comforting. Rough fingertips moved over the parts of my back that werenât split open and packed with gunk. I sucked in a breath and held it. It was real. I moved my head and saw his silhouette against the candlelight flickering in from the kitchen and living room. âKy?â My voice was raspy and barely sounded like my own. Sleep and exhaustion filled every chord. âShh. Iâm here.â Suddenly, I was very aware I was lying shirtless on my bed. Even though I was on my stomach, that didnât help me feel any less naked in front of my best friendâwho happened to be a member of the male speciesâa very fine specimen according to my girlfriends. I knew he was handsome. I wasnât blind. But I didnât see him like that. Heâd dated many of my friends and was getting ready to marry Paige Winters after the harvest was complete and the orchards picked bare. His fingertips traced the intact skin between my shoulder blades, and I tensed under his touch. Heâd kissed my head and temple and hugged me more times than I could count, but that was different; it was more intimate. His touch was delicate, gentle compared to his normal strength, and anything but playful. âKy?â He didnât answer. His fingers explored my back, careful not to stray too close to the wounds streaking across my skin. âKyan?â âShut up, Abby. Just let me... Just shut up.â Heâd never talked to me like that. His voice was raspy, and heâd never, ever told me to shut up before. So I did. I wasnât sure why. He shouldnât have been touching my skin. Shouldnât have been caressing the good parts left; but, sitting with me in the dark, he was doing exactly that, and I was allowing it. Copyrighted 2014 Casey L. Bond