About the Book
Date Published: August 9th, 2016
Publisher: Anaiah Surge
Novel Goodreads Link: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/31349472-sunrise-underground
For Tilly White, ballet is her only escape from life, from her grief over her mother’s and brother’s deaths, and from her abusive stepfather, Fletcher. Late one evening as she leaves the studio, someone throws her into a van. But before they can carry out their plan, a mysterious boy rescues her… and steals her necklace?
Desperate to reclaim the last item she has of her family, Tilly chases her rescuer into the sewers where she discovers a secret society of ninjas. Through training with them, she learns to have real faith, which she’ll need when the job gets all too personal. The ninjas investigate a local mob boss to find Tilly’s best friend caught up in the mess. Fletcher might be involved, too! Her only allies are these ninjas she barely knows. Tilly will need to rely on her faith and her colleagues to save her friend.
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“Don’t look so worried.” Heather flipped her wavy blonde hair over her slim
shoulder. “We are going to have fun!”
Tilly puffed her frizzy bangs off of her forehead. She fluffed her afro a little and
tugged at the cowl neck of her sequined emerald blouse. If it weren’t for the fact that The Pit was Heather’s choice place to hang out, Tilly would be at home with her mother and brother watching a movie. There was something unsettling about the sixteen and up club. She always left feeling dirty and drained.
Heather pulled at Tilly’s hand and hurried her studded stilettos across the street to the entrance. Tilly padded behind in her silvery buckled sandals. There was no way she’d add any more inches to her towering height by wearing heels.
After a quick check of their IDs, the massive bouncer unhooked a rope to admit the girls. He drew a meaty fist up to his lips and spoke into his cuff. “They’re here.”
Tilly frowned. He couldn’t have been talking about her and Heather, so she shrugged off her apprehension and followed Heather deep into the club.
On the far side of the building, a wall of onyx glass contained an enclosed balcony
called The Loft. A mirror ball threw shards of light around the room, falling on dancing clubbers like sparkling rain, and an iron staircase spiraled into a hole cut in the VIP loft area, where ladies in designer jeans and label pumps disappeared into black oblivion.
Heather shimmied toward the dance floor, which lay in a wide open space, presumably to give the VIPs the perfect view of the sweaty show below. The DJ bounced up and down on a stage that lined the brick wall.
Tilly strutted after Heather, and the two girls danced until another bouncer stalked toward them. At first, it seemed he was heading toward one of the other couples. Wait, no, he was coming toward them. Tilly squared her shoulders. They hadn’t done anything wrong. There was no way he was going to kick them out.
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