Assured Destruction

                      

by Michael F. Stewart

 
I really loved the story and enjoyed it enormously, even it is a little bit out of my genre ,as i usually read only fantasy.
But i didn't feel the lack of magic or paranormal bits at all,because the overall feel of the atmosphere is very urban-fantasy-like : a very strong and kick ass heroine,a romance triangle (in a good way cause the girl isn't wining and rethinking all the time who to choose she is just questioning her self about her reactions to the boys),a unknown high-tech villain,an urban environment with a lot of nowadays tech terms and language(which the writer explains quite well for the less knowing readers,and he dose it in a good way,not like talking to children in the 1.grade like some do..).
So..yes,i recommend it a lot ,it is a crazy page turner and has no cliffhanger (which is as well a big plus from me) and i am definitely going to read something more from this author :)
I received the book from AToMR Tours in exchange for a honest review.

Excerpt:
To really get invested I need a visual. Jonny requires some way to represent him on the screen that isn’t a real picture of him. This will be Jonny’s avatar, like Heckleena’s screaming lips or Frannie’s doll head. You get the idea.
I slip the same picture I sent to Heckleena into an application that takes images and turns them into cartoons. I tap the desk, waiting for the result. With a little Ta-Da! sound, the caricature pops on to the screen and I gasp. The cartoon that looks back at me is … well … hot. Not even cute: hot.
The program melded Jonny’s shaggy hair and gave a twinkle to his deep brown eyes. Maybe the spark was always there and I just didn’t see it? With a face clear of blemishes, he doesn’t look so foolish; full lips curve in a smile more wicked than silly.
I set the image as his background and screensaver. I catch myself staring and shake my head. It’ll represent him on his social media accounts too. Before I create those, though, he must have a screen name … um … Imsohot? Mr. Jonny Rose? Touch-him-and-die? I need to research this.
At the heart of any profile is the username and avatar I choose. Sometimes I go with my gut, what I need it to be, but other times like this one I try to understand the person within the bits and bytes. I delve back into his files. My first stop are his photos and videos. He’s got a billion pictures, mostly of graffiti, and I imagine him being some sort of gangster. Maybe the school is his turf and he deals drugs to support his family? Speaking of which, he has a little sister. She’s all of three feet tall, freckled, and her mop of hair is even longer than his. She looks happy in a grubby, I get to roll in mud sort of way.
The latest shots are from the summer, nothing more recent. What happened a few of months ago? There are no pics of Foxy Lady either. She’s probably the type who’s never home or ignores the kids. But this is about Jonny and his new home— trapped on Shadownet. Jonny the … gangster? No, that’s not quite right.
I click on a video and clap my palm over my mouth. Jonny sits at a picnic table and strums a guitar. He’s not great and the guitar is out of tune, but his voice is clear and strong. So he’s into music—and a lot of the same groups I enjoy. I scan his Internet cache and see he’s on some music forums, likes horror movies. His browsing history ended three months ago, too. It must have been when he received his new computer.
So, music, horror, graffiti. Somehow Jonny the Jester doesn’t fit the cute guy staring out at me. I avert my eyes from his gaze, know it’s ridiculous, and so force myself to stare back. Jonny, Jonny … hmmm. I start humming the tune he was singing using his name as the only lyric.