Breaker: Blog Tour and Giveaway


Welcome to the Breaker (Exile, Volume 1) Blog Tour and Giveaway! We’re both super excited about this new release and thrilled to be able to share it with you. Throughout this tour, we’re going to be introducing many of the characters within, and associated with, Exile’s bizarre shores, as well as introducing Exile itself. Then we’re going to top that off with a quick little teaser.

However, before we get into any of that we wanted to remind you that we’ve got a couple of awesome giveaways going along with the tour so be sure to read through to the end to find out how you could win either a Silver-plated Starfish Anklet (just by leaving a single comment!), or the grand prize of a signed, print copy of Breaker, a coordinates bracelet with the Believe. Seek. Prove. reminder so you can always find your way back to the island of Exile, and a $20 gift certificate to the Less Than Three Press book market.

The Character Discussion

Kelly Wyre: *checking list of characters* Okay. Who decided we were supposed to try to talk about “the mainland” like it was a *(#)&% character???

AF Henley: Um… you… did?

KW: Well. Then. Awesome. It’ll be the best post yet. Clearly. What is it you want to say about the mainland, Henley? The most incredible, edible, mainland?

AFH: Well, I wouldn’t say it’s exactly incredible. It’s barely credible.

KW: True. But then, that’s what apocalyptic-level disasters will do to you. Takes it out of you. Like soccer.

AFH: I played soccer. It kind of sucked — kind of like travelling across the country on a kinetic motor-scooter-cycle would, especially when the mainland IS such a miserable place. ‘Cuz war, disease, famine, and all that shite.

KW: Couldn’t have said it better, myself.

exile-breaker-coverThe Teaser

The cab slowed. It was one of many moving along the six grid lanes that would take them into the airport, and Eddie eyed the fading afternoon sky through the dirty windshield. The sun always seemed to set so fast in the metro centers, and Chicago was one of the worst when it came to heavily polluted metropolises. At home—in any of the rural developments, really—it was easy to forget that large stacks had once puffed unfathomable quantities of filth into the air, and had damn near poisoned the entire planet. Here, though, on what the books used to call Interstate 90 and what they now called Gridline Ninety, where the damage had lingered and everything from lungs to concrete finishes had suffered, it wasn’t hard to believe in the slightest. The entire city wore the scars of humanity’s abuse.

The airport loomed to the right of the grid lanes like a giant gray beast. Its old fashioned concrete exterior had a faded, dismal appearance. Not worth the trouble to tear down, a large tower still stood in the middle of the property, but it was no longer used for air traffic control. When he’d taken an interest in air travel a few years prior, the ‘Net had cheerfully told him all about the computer programs and grid-style management that the airlines had developed back in pre-Cure days.

Post-Cure advancements were vague. The ‘Net had advised him that most of his questions were of a classified nature. “Security management”—Security breach – search failed, please try again—and “Proprietary development”—Classified information, please try again with a different search—were not discussed.

Gillian had not been the only person on the planet with extra special talents, everyone knew that. And on more than one occasion Eddie had wondered if those “afflicted” people now ran the airlines. Someone with the right power to control heavy machinery. Someone who could save the airlines, which were all government controlled, some serious cash when it came to pilots and equipment maintenance. A human slave who carried the title of “Estranged” and worked under the scrutinizing eye of government officials.

Of course, his mother had told him the idea was ridiculous, that nobody used the Estranged for anything good. Ever. That was why they had to keep Eddie’s little “issue” a secret. No one could know. She’d make sure she kept him safe and out of the sights of the government if it killed her. If for no other than she couldn’t bear the thought of her friends finding out one of those belonged to her.

He heard her speak as though she sat next to him, “Do you want to end up like Gillian?”

Breaker (Exile Volume 1)

Copyright © 2017 by Kelly Wyre and A.F. Henley



In the wake of several near-cataclysmic events, humanity created the Cure, a DNA-altering antidote to death by disease and old age. But all cures come with side effects: a small percentage of the population develops a wide range of powers, some of which are lethal to others, and some which are lethal to the wielder.

These people are called the Estranged, hunted and shunned, safe only on the Island of Exile. It is here that Kaeva and Eddie meet—and where they set a prophecy in motion, quite possibly sealing their own demise, and even the end of Exile.

Genre: Gay, Urban Fantasy

Notes: contains some explicit content and includes thoughts and discussions of past and potential suicide


Purchasing Link

The Giveaway

On behalf of the tour, please join one, or both of our giveaways.exile-breaker-giveaway

Simply leave a comment below to be entered into a random giveaway for a silver-plated starfish anklet (and whatever else we can stuff into the envelope). Winner will be selected by random number at the close of the grand prize giveaway, one winner per blog post.

Also, enter the Rafflecopter below for your chance to win a signed, print copy of Breaker, a coordinates and message bracelet, and a $20 gift certificate to the Less Than Three Press book market.

For all the terms and conditions, please check out the t’s and c’s posted on the Rafflecopter.

** Please note the grand prize giveaway is being offered tour-wide and there will be one winner awarded for the entire event.



A great big thank you to Cinderella Stories for hosting us today, and another to you for joining in on the fun. Best of luck with the giveaway and we hope you enjoyed the post!

Until next time,

Kelly Wyre and AF Henley ❤


About the Authors

Kelly Wyre enjoys reading and writing all manner of fiction, ranging from horror to romance. She used to work in advertising but is now happily chained to her writing desk and laptop. Kelly relishes the soft and cuddly and the sharp and bloody with equal amounts of enthusiasm. She’s a coffee addict, a workaholic, a chronic night owl, and loves a good thunderstorm. Currently Kelly resides in the southeastern United States.

Connect with Kelly!

❧ Website ❧ Blog  ❧ Twitter ❧ Facebook ❧ Fan Page ❧ Google Plus
❧ Tumblr – NSFW! ❧ Pinterest ❧ Amazon Author Page ❧ Goodreads

Henley was born with a full-blown passion for run-on sentences, a zealous indulgence in all words descriptive, and the endearing tendency to overuse punctuation. Since the early years Henley has been an enthusiastic writer, from the first few I-love-my-dog stories to the current leap into erotica. A self-professed Google genius, Henley lives for the hours spent digging through the Internet for ‘research purposes’ which, more often than not, lead seven thousand miles away from first intentions but bring Henley to new discoveries and ideas that, once seeded, tend to flourish. Henley has been proudly publishing with Less Than Three Press since 2012.

Connect with Henley

♥ Website  ♥ Twitter  ♥ Facebook  ♥ Amazon Author Page

♥ Google Plus  ♥ Tumblr – NSFW!  ♥ Instagram  ♥ Goodreads

12 thoughts on “Breaker: Blog Tour and Giveaway

  1. The freedom was totally stripped from people. They’re like in an airtight box. Slowly going out of breath. I wonder if it’s real, people all over the world or at least in the country where it’s happening, would have gone rogue.

    And the looming question is, who’s Gillian! And what the heck happened to him/her?

    Thanks for coming by to Cinderella Stories, Kel & Henley! ❤

    (I LURVE Disney stories so much especially Ella's.)

  2. I played soccer as well…for three days. xD I hated taking orders, especially from a fellow teammate that I didn’t respect at all. And I never actually learned how to play the game, they just shoved me on the field and yelled at me when I just stood there. It’s possible I just never paid attention when they were talking, but I’m pretty sure they didn’t do any actual training or support. You were there to play, that was it. So, yeah, didn’t last long.

    Now I need to know the specifics of what happened to Gillian.

    *sigh* I can’t wait for payday.

    So, they moved from Interstate 90 to Gridline ninety? (seriously, from digits to written text) Oh those kookie governmental employees with their name change forms. They’re almost as bad as geeks and their naming schemes. xD

    • Hey! I played soccer too. Only for two years though, then I lost interest. XD

      And you know, I’ve always had a strong distaste for words that aren’t typed out. Even numbers…

      Thank you very much for coming over to read and comment. Always appreciated! ❤

  3. I love how you, without going too much into detail, describe a world that either does not care any longer or has not found its strength again to make it worth living in again. This gives the scene kind of a perfectly post-apocalyptic-depression feeling with enough room to let one’s own imagination to roam free and wild! 😃

    I can see this scene with even perfectly beautiful weather, blue skies, sun shining and yet it would feel cold and the kind of unreal that you have when something feels threatening no matter how beautiful it comes over. Especially when you have to feel like in a prison not daring to show who you really are.

    • I think we’ve all had moments or been in places that feel like that. I’m hoping that’s helps us relate to the characters. 😀

      Thank you for enjoying the world, and more than anything thank you for helping to make the blog tour a success by reading and commenting. ❤

  4. Pingback: Breaker: Exile, Volume 1 Blog Tour Winners! | AF Henley

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