Slip Series-Slip and Grip by David Estes

So I have decided to get back on the blogging wagon and what better to celebrate my welcome back but a book blitz by a recent favorite author of mine: David Estes.


Below is the cover and blurb of Slip and two excerpts from Slip as well as information about a tour wide giveaway that’s prizes are:

1) Winners choice of book to the value of $15.00 U.S. from The Book Depository

2) A signed copy of SLIP plus bonus swag- U.S. entrants only

3) A signed copy of BREW plus bonus swag- U.S. entrants only

4) 3 ebook packs with three David Estes ebooks of your choice

5) 4 signed packs of bookmarks



Tomorrow I will be posting information about Grip the next book in this exciting series.

Slip coverSlip (Slip #1)

By David Estes

Release Date: 1 December, 2014



Someone must die before another can be born…


As sea levels rise and livable landmasses shrink, the Reorganized United States of America has instituted population control measures to ensure there are sufficient resources and food to sustain the growing population. Birth authorization must be paid for and obtained prior to having a child. Someone must die before another can be born, keeping the country in a population neutral position at what experts consider to be the optimal population. The new laws are enforced by a ruthless government organization known as Pop Con, responsible for terminating any children resulting from unauthorized births, and any illegals who manage to survive past their second birthday, at which point they are designated a national security threat and given the name Slip.


But what if one child slipped through the cracks? What if someone knew all the loopholes and how to exploit them? Would it change anything? Would the delicate resource balance be thrown into a tailspin, threatening the lives of everyone?


And how far would the government go to find and terminate the Slip?


In a gripping story of a family torn apart by a single choice, Slip is a reminder of the sanctity of a single life and the value of the lives we so often take for granted.



Excerpt from Slip by David Estes


Michael Kelly’s stomach is in knots.

It’s no different than he’s felt since his promotion to Head of Population Control, except that the knots seem to tighten with each word that his second in command, Corrigan Mars, speaks. “Finally,” Corr says slowly, “we’ve got a Slip.”

Damn, he thinks, but he can’t say that. “What do we know?” he asks instead. As usual, he’s playing his role and playing it well.

“Not much,” Corr says. “Except she’s young, maybe three or four years old, female.”

“The doctor?” Michael says.

“Dead. He was particularly good at keeping secrets, even under our most sophisticated interrogation procedures. His mind was stronger than his body.”

Michael knows exactly what that means, and it makes him cringe inwardly. Torture. But he doesn’t show his revulsion on his face, his false expression stalwart and emotionless. “Just one child slipped through the cracks though, right?” Michael’s chest tightens when he realizes his mistake. His loose tongue. He called the Slip a ‘child.’ A child born illegally is no child, is nothing more than an enemy of the state, something he should know better than anyone.

Corr blinks once, but if he notices the error he doesn’t show it. Instead he only nods in confirmation. “There were others, but none had reached the age of mobility. The doctor started doing illegal births a few years back. He began slowly, as most of them do, but then ramped up operations as he gained confidence. She was his first.”

“How’d we catch the others?”

“After the first, the doc started keeping records. He used code names and misdirection, but we managed to crack the code during his interrogation. From there it was relatively easy. The Hunters tracked every last UnBee down.”

UnBees, Michael thinks, hating the slang term more than ever. Unauthorized Beings. “How many?” he asks, wishing he didn’t have to. Wishing he could walk out and never return.

“Dozens.” His old friend says it with a smile, like killing more children than can be counted on two hands is something to be proud of. When did the gap in their beliefs widen into an eternal chasm?

“Good,” Michael says, bitterness coating his tongue. “Catch the Slip. Use every resource we have available. Our careers may depend on it.”

The smile never leaves Corr’s blood-red lips. “Don’t you worry, Boss. We’ll catch her and we’ll kill her. Her parents, too.”

The moment Corrigan Mars exits his office, Michael Kelly slumps back in his chair, his body shaking with regret.

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Excerpt two from Slip

There’s a reason why very few UnBees escape detection long enough to become a full-fledged Slip. The entire city is set up to track its citizens. Although holo-ads are designed to sell products, the Department of Population Control has a direct feed to the information they provide. Any anomaly or aberration pops up as an alert, and Crows and Hawks converge on the location like flies on fresh feces.

Sticking close to each other’s sides, Benson and Luce make their way down the lighted city streets, hugging the shadows near the buildings. As each holo-ad passes by, Benson covers his eyes with a hand while Luce takes the retinal scan. “Lucy Harris, would you like the chance to win a trip to the northern border? Speak ‘I want to win!’ now.”

“Go to hell,” she says.

“Next time you might want to go with ‘no, thank you,’” Benson whispers.

“That would raise an even bigger red flag,” Luce says. “I’m never that polite to the holo-ads.”

It’s a good point. “What if they’re looking for you, too?” Benson asks.

Luce lowers her voice as a holo-ad whizzes by, ignoring them, likely heading back to the company for reprogramming or repair. “I doubt they’ve linked us together yet,” she says.

Linked us together. Benson likes the sound of that. If only. As they turn a corner, he searches for an opportunity to slip away. Slip away. Ha.

Laughing internally at his bad joke, Benson notices a flash of yellow above him, dangling from a street light. A kite, complete with a long tail decorated with red wings. Not unlike the kites he used to see flying overhead from his fenced-in backyard. He’s never seen a kite in the city. Never. It’s like every aspect of his past is finally catching up with him, forcing itself to be heard—to be remembered.

“Where is this guy you know that can remove your fake retinas?” Luce asks, drawing his attention away from the stuck kite.

Benson cringes. “Well, I don’t exactly know him,” he says.

“What? You said you know a guy.”

“I said I know of a guy,” Benson says.

Luce stops and turns on him. Uh oh. He can practically feel her wrath pulsing through her skin, coming off in hot waves. Is this her being scared again? Sometimes he wishes her version of scared was a little more timid and less I-want-to-rip-your-head-from-your-shoulders. “What if we find this guy and he turns us in for the reward money? Surely he won’t take a risk on aiding a Slip.”

Benson has already thought of that. “He has a reputation to maintain. In his line of business, client anonymity is everything.”

“No,” Luce says. “Money is everything. And staying alive. This is a bad idea.” Benson watches in morbid fascination as her hands go to her hips.

“I can’t keep running around the city hoping my eyes don’t get scanned,” Benson says.

Her stance remains rigid for three more beats and then her body relaxes. “I know. You’re right. It’s just, there has to be a safer way.”

“Check would know what to do,” Benson says, feeling a pang of fear in his chest. What if the deranged cyborg and his rogue Hunters find his friends instead of him? What lengths will they go to in order to find him? Would they hurt his friends? Would they kill them?

“We have to keep moving,” Luce says, blocking a holo-ad that floats too close.

“Lucy Harris…female…sixteen years old…do you have a boyfriend?”

“None of your damn business,” Luce says to the screen. “Leave me alone.”

The holo-screen attempts to get around her and Benson shields his eyes, seeing the red scanner beams squirming between his fingers.

“I said leave me alone,” Luce growls, trying to push between the hover-screen and him.

The floating ad bumps his shoulder. What the heck? As annoying as the ads can be, they’ve never touched him before.

“Pushy bugger,” Luce says, and Benson hears a crash. He peers through his fingers to find Luce standing over a shattered holo-screen.

An electronic static-filled voice says, “Destruction of public property is a criminal offense.”

“Add it to the list,” Luce growls.

“Lucy Harris, do you have a boyfriend? If so, the perfect gift is our new fragrance for him, ‘Thunder.’ Add the perfect storm to your relationship today.”

With a heavy stomp, she crushes the screen under her foot and it finally goes silent. “I’ve always wanted to do that,” she says, turning to Benson.


Love it yet? I do and will be adding it to my collection of pretties soon!





Now for the giveaway.

I want to remind you guys the prizes include:


1) Winners choice of book to the value of $15.00 U.S. from The Book Depository

2) A signed copy of SLIP plus bonus swag- U.S. entrants only

3) A signed copy of BREW plus bonus swag- U.S. entrants only

4) 3 ebook packs with three David Estes ebooks of your choice

5) 4 signed packs of bookmarks


AND IT ENDS IN JUST TEN DAYS so enter to win now.



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