Kain (Sex, Drugs, and Cyberpunk #1) by Brie McGill with Excerpt and Giveaway!

Today I have a dystopian title for your enjoyment!  I also have an excerpt and you can enter the tour-wide giveaway to win either one PRINT copy of the title, or be one of 5 eBook winners to get a copy of Kain: Sex, Drugs and Cyberpunk # 1 by Brie McGill.  Be sure to check the other tour stops to see what they thought !

Book Review: 

“The distant, steady beeping of an electrocardiograph machine roused him from the abyss and into a fuzzy state of consciousness;  he knew they ogled the spikes and dips on the screen displaying his brain activity.” 

With those words, I was whisked away to a sterile research room and felt an immediate connection to Kain: I pitied him, cried for him and was very, very angry on his behalf and that was just the first chapter! At the end of chapter one, we are briefly introduced to Krodha, and we don’t like him at all…if I were in a movie, I would have expected heavy, bass-laden music at his appearance.   We meet up with Lukian Valentin in chapter 2.  We learn about the Glorious Empire Daitya.  Orwellian themes permeate this place.  It is a cold, cruel, impersonal, and unfriendly empire.  No friendship is allowed, no deviation of routine, no independent thinking.  You do your job and that is all.  This is a harsh place for a soul like Lukian to be.  He wants more from his life, but is terrified to take that first step.  The empire is all that we expect a dystopian empire to be: government is above the masses (as in 43 stories above) the unlucky working class, who toil in abject poverty with no hope of a better life.  Lukian is terrified of his therapist and when he shows up, we understand why…Krodha (boo…hisss) is his therapist. Hmmm…here is the ultimate bad guy who uses brutality to correct misbehavior.  This dude is just scary in all aspects, but most of all, terrifying in his blind fanatical belief in the Empire.

With those first two chapters under my belt, I dove in and didn’t come up for air until I was done  The book just flew by.  I was so engrossed in the story and the characters. The story was, while not the most original, was very well written and well plotted.  I fell in love with Lukian, a gentle, non violent, caring, patient soul whose sole desire is to do no harm to others.  He has never been in love, never had a best friend, never lived on his own, never had a job.  My heart just shattered for him.  I loved how we get to see him do those very things and witness his evolution as a character!  The characters were all very believable and fit the story line.  The dialogue and banter was just excellent.  I loved Sven and J.J as supporting characters.  They provided some light relief from the heavier moments that happened in the story.  Naoko (Nao) was a hoot!  Sex kitten with an abandonment complex that provided the love interest to Lukian.  Ms. McGill does not get overly emotional (and why would she….this is a harsh world) with the act of falling in love.  Lukian just knows that Nao is his…or maybe he is hers?

When we discover how Kain and Lukian are intertwined, we feel the angst, the remorse, the sheer depression of it all from Lukian’s POV.  He hates who Kain is, what he represents and what he is.  We get a front row seat as the two learn to become one.  A buff, shy, gentle computer geek learns to live with a computer enhanced super soldier.  Shades of Universal Soldier (engineered soldiers), Blade Runner (the downright nitty gritty life at the street level) and 1984 (Big Brother is watching) were the movies that played through my brain during this book.  McGill’s descriptions, not overly wordy, are sublime, they brought to life the coldness of the Empire versus the warmth of Ruta, a tropical free land full of choices.  After being in Ruta, I did not want Lukian to go back to Daitya.  I begged and pleaded for him not to go.  But, because he had a choice, he did go, and confronted demons from his past and overcame them brilliantly.


Kain (Sex, Drugs, and Cyberpunk #1) by Brie McGill with Excerpt and Giveaway!

Title: Kain
Author: Brie McGill
Series: Sex,
Genre: Science Fiction /Dystopian
Published by: Self-Published
Source: Author via Tour Company
Pages: 322
Rated: five-stars
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Beaten to a pulp, drugged into a daze, and brainwashed into oblivion, human experiment Lukian Valentin gambles his life to evade another eviscerating afternoon with his trigger-happy superiors. Fifty stories of a maximum-security building and hundreds of trained special operatives can’t hold a candle to his will to escape. Beyond the laser bars of his holding cell, Lukian must surmount the even greater challenges of repairing the fragments of his broken mind, forgiving himself for his unwilling involvement with the Empire, and learning what it means to live on his own.

The sassy and commanding Naoko Nai wonders just what to do with the soft-spoken, socially awkward, and totally ripped guy she was assigned to train for employment. She knows nothing else about him, other than the fact he was granted asylum, is great with a knife, and his little white apron gives her distinctly unprofessional thoughts.

When the Empire comes to collect, Naoko unwittingly provides the perfect bait to reel Lukian back to headquarters for a fresh series of brain implants and repair.

To save the woman he loves, Lukian must summon the deadly powers implanted in him by the Empire--powers he fears he can’t control, powers he struggled to forgive himself for using, powers that may drive Naoko away forever--because no ordinary man has struck a blow against the Empire and lived to tell the tale. To save Naoko, Lukian must emerge victorious from the battle against himself.

A copy of this title was provided via Author via Tour Company for purpose of honest review. I was not compensated for this review: all conclusions are my own responsibility.


Lukian dripped with sweat by the time he reached the door and swiped his wrist at the scanner; he felt an unconscious rush of warmth for Brigham boil over. Brigham was a powerful man who gave Lukian his job: nothing that happened below, with Krodha, with Aiden, or with anyone mattered at all, as long as Brigham was impressed with him.
He convinced himself Brigham understood him, knew his strengths for what they truly were. He felt protected.
The door unlocked remotely.
Lukian slinked inside.
The office was no brighter than the hallways: abrasive halogen tube lights, burnt out and flickering in the ceiling, exposed imperfections in the black tiled floor. The walls were dull, bluish-grey, offset by a wide bank of windows leading to a balcony behind Brigham’s desk-but the windows were eternally covered, shrouded, with off-white drapes and slatted grey blinds.
Not a speck of outside light made it into the office. Not a glimpse of sky, not a peek of the city. Brigham made sure of it.
Everything was dark, muted, save the massive neon poster of a human genome beside his desk.
The eerie glow of a triple holographic monitor reflected in Brigham’s abysmal gaze. He never bothered to look at Lukian.
Lukian’s heart fluttered. He beat his chest in salute. “Greetings, Sir.”
“Take a seat-” Fingers clattered over keyboards.
Lukian sank into a black leather chair, cold like the office.
“We’ll have to go to the lab. . .” Brigham rolled the keyboard under his desk and stood up, formidable. “I require the routine medical work from you.”
Their eyes finally met. Any acknowledgment from Brigham was flattery.
A tone sounded from the speaker on his desk. “Your delivery, Sir.”
Brigham unlocked the door with a button and marched to meet the man in a labcoat.
“Your gloves, Sir.” The scientist bowed his head and presented a slender metal box.
Brigham narrowed his eyes and swiped the box from his hands.
“The nanoparticulate will spark upon contact with a mixture of sodium, potassium, and urea, Sir.” He nodded. “As you requested.”
“Finally.” Brigham lifted the lid of the box and peered inside. “Your department has done something right.” He hit a switch on the wall and slammed the door in the scientist’s face.
An RCU against his waist vibrated. Brigham flipped it open and held the phone to his ear. “Yeah-” He trudged to his desk, grimacing at Lukian.
He turned to a grey file cabinet behind his desk, tore open the drawer, and rifled inside. “He failed to perform?” Brigham fished out a long, slender needle and marched to Lukian’s side. He tugged the jacket away from his shoulders. “I don’t care about that. Put him down.”
Lukian rustled out of his jacket, eyes on Brigham’s thick hand clutching the needle.
Brigham lifted the sleeve of Lukian’s shirt and pinned the RCU to his ear with his shoulder, freeing his other hand to thrust the needle into his arm. “The cost is astronomical. Cleaning up that kind of mess is next to impossible.”
Lukian felt the sting of the needle and slumped forward in his chair, hit with a dizzying wave of opiate bliss. His eyelids were heavy. He heard Brigham’s rough voice in the distance.
“Abort the project.” Clatter of the spent needle in a garbage. “Run a sentimental newsbyte. I don’t care. Get him out of here. We’re not a free state clinic. We have objectives-”
Brigham’s voice tapered off, syllables unintelligible. Lukian’s eyes fell shut. It was a routine. . . bit of medical work. . . Nothing. . . he didn’t feel. . . before. . .

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About Brie McGill

Doctors suspect Brie developed an overactive imagination during childhood to cope with the expansive corn maze known as rural Pennsylvania. Unable to afford an operation to have the stories surgically removed from her brain, she opted instead to write them down.

Brie currently lives in British Columbia with her boyfriend and naughty black cat, somewhere not too far from the sea. She enjoys trips to the local farm, chatting with her long-distance friends on a rotary phone, and roflstomping video games from the nineties.

Brie’s favorite storytellers include Anne Rice, George Orwell, and Hunter S. Thompson.

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