Blast – The Convergence by Tenille Berezay



THE CONVERGENCE by Tenille Berezay

Hiding unbelievable physical abilities, seventeen-year-old Desiree Morgan buries herself inside the realities of high school. But when Blake Thomas infiltrates her life, all of Desiree’s secrets begin to unravel. With answers come more questions and soon she is entangled in a world of secret societies, human experimentation, perilous power-struggles, and ultimate sacrifice. To escape, Desiree can’t be simply extraordinary…she must redefine the impossible.

THE CONVERGENCE is a story of one girl’s search to understand herself and the realization of what makes her truly great.

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Praise for Book

“If you like the action of Divergent, romance of Twilight, and super human powers like X-men, you’ll absolutely love this book.”

“I have read a lot of young adult science fiction/romance and this is right up there with the best of them.”

“I was captured from the beginning by Desiree’s story, but even more so by the handsome and charming Blake.”

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He puts me on edge. The last thing I need is someone trying to read me. I meet his eyes defiantly. Blake observes me a second more, then grins revealing white, even teeth. “Sounds pretty great, but why? Why not do the normal thing? Go to college, get a job, become a responsible adult.”
My defensiveness morphs into aggravation. “Guess we just have different definitions of responsible and, most likely, normal.”
Sensing my mood, Nichole makes some excuse and leaves. Blake leans across the space between us, the fire reflecting in his eyes. “Our definitions are probably a lot closer than you think, Dez,” he says with an intimacy that makes me twitch. Nobody calls me Dez. I’ve never liked that nickname.
“You know, Thomas.” I emphasize my use of his last name—Thomas suits him better anyway. “I don’t think I like you.”
Never breaking eye contact, he laughs quietly. “I know,” he says. “But you will.”

Ten days. Ten days of brutal analysis down and I wake up to the realization I’ve lost. Lost my faith, dignity, reason. After being chipped apart bit by bit, it’s all gone. Maybe it was the memory of the flash flood, or the last Doren-supervised beating. Regardless, somewhere along the way, I lost it all for a father I’ve never met.
Knocking on the door, Talbot enters. It’s something he’s done religiously ever since I mentioned how disconcerting his sudden appearances were. “Ready for more analysis?”
“Abuse.” The word slides off my tongue.
He glances at my tray of uneaten food and his eyes disappear under a hood of regret. “De—”
“Talbot, I’m…” My mouth forms around the word. With one word I could forget, could go home. That word braces itself in me, becoming impossible to say, if for no other reason than the fact that I’ve come this far.

Following the rescue came the terror. Terror for what I’d done, what I could do. The realization that my abilities extended beyond what I had ever, ever anticipated. I’d been pushing myself, not attempting the impossible. Emotions from that night teem inside of me; so much rage from my date, fright for the injured people, and ultimately dismay for myself. For what I am.
After fruitless searching, I thought I accepted it. Gave up on ever understanding. But I didn’t.
I stare down at my empty yet terrifyingly powerful hands. Clenching them into fists, I spin and sprint away. Again I internalize the useless emotions, the lingering doubt.
Hope. This hope I’ve been given is a dangerous thing.

“So, Blake. You’ve obviously ridden quite a bit. What exactly is it you’re looking to get out of these lessons?”
“Loaded question, loaded answer.” I hear him murmur as we reach the top of the ridge and the vastness of the desert opens before us. Blake rides up beside me. From his taller horse, he looks down on me. “Didn’t I tell you? I want to figure you out.”
“Well, let’s speed this torture along then, huh? What is it you want to know?”
He touches his hand to his chin. “Right now?” I nod sharply. His hand drops, his facial muscles falling into hard, serious lines. “How to get you to trust me.”
[…] His insightful eyes are clear and deep. In an instant, I know why I dislike him.
He sees too much.
And it’s not him I distrust. It’s me. I don’t trust myself to be able to keep my secret from him. “I trust you,” I say.
“No, really. I trust you…” He raises his eyebrows speculatively. I cover my lie with a smile. “I trust you to be the most difficult fifty bucks an hour I’ll ever make.”


tenilleAuthor Tenille Berezay

After living throughout the western U.S., Tenille now claims rural Northern Nevada as her home. If she’s not being consumed by a book—whether her own or another author’s—she’d like to be found horseback riding, backpacking with her high-school sweetheart/husband, or photographing their three beautiful children.

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