GIVEAWAY and FEATURE: On The Move by K.V. Flynn

FEATURE: On The Move by K.V. Flynn

BLURB: Callum Vicente and his four best middle school buddies live in a Southern California beach town, and narrowly miss being grounded for life after they sneak out of town on the bus for a great skateboard day just before promotion from 8th grade. Their pal Justice ends up with a wicked broken leg, but their parents soon forget about it because weird, tense things are happening in the news. So Callum, Levi and his bff Apollo are soon deep into their best summer ever at PEAK skateboard camp where they learn tricks from the pros, grind on endless street courses, and careen off one awesome ramp straight into the lake. It is mad fun until the War breaks out: the teens watch major cities blown up on TV, have no idea what’s happened to their parents, and then lose virtually all communication with the outside world.
Stranded, the boarder buddies strike out on their own to find their families, travelling north through all of California and Oregon, following a network of underground message boards and savvy riders who they find holed up in skate parks along the way. They pick up their school buddy Mateo Beltran and hitch a ride with their Native friend Obbie, on his way to safety on his dad’s reservation in Washington state, and even get some surprising help as they try to figure out a world gone crazy while they are On the Move.
On the Move is the first book in a trilogy about teen skater Callum and his friends. The prequel, On the Rim, will be published in 2015.

K.V. Flynn is a writer who lives in Southern California, kind of near Manhattan-Huntington-Malibu Beach. His action-adventure book On the Move is about 14-year-old skater friends who are stranded at skate camp when a War breaks out. Follow the news about it at
He’s currently writing the prequel, On the Rim, which takes place during his characters’ eighth grade year, and includes a series of misadventures when they are separated from their class on the traditional Europe Spring Break trip to Germany and Spain. His favorite ride is an 8.25" Krooked deck, Independent trucks, and 53 mm Spitfire wheels, but he’s been eying some new Bones Sonics and may give them a try. He is half Spanish and half Irish and has a big gray dog who likes walks near the ocean like everybody else. Lately, he has been watching "Pretty Sweet" by Chocolate Skateboards, "Stay Gold" by Emerica, and "The Deathwish Video" by Deathwish Skateboards. What about you!? Around Southern California, he and his bros regularly cruise Venice, Stoner, Skatelab, and Van’s. Talk back: Facebook/OntheMoveBooks or
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EXCERPT: Callum and his 14-year-old friends, plus high school buddy Justice, have taken the bus down to a bigger town without telling their parents in order to skate around a cool school campus, and had planned to get back without anyone noticing…

Justice lay at the bottom of the flight of long concrete stairs. He looked almost peaceful. Relaxed. Folded up on the cement next to a flowering bush. But his arm was bent, bizarrely backward. And his jeans bulged below the knee as though a stick was holding the fabric up from his leg.
Yech! That was his leg. Was it a snapped tibia? Fibula? I couldn’t exactly recall that bio class lesson… but his shin looked so freaky I could barely remember even where we were.
“Holy crap!” Mateo said, rolling up first and lifting Justice’s head. “What happened?”
“Missed it, man,” was all Justice could mutter. Then he started howling again in pain. You knew that he wanted to cry. The bone was poking out of his skin… really, outside of it! Not to mention, his arm was not hanging right from his shoulder at all.
“We have to get him to the hospital,” I said as we all hovered over him, a little frozen.
“No ambulance or car can get in here,” Obbie insisted. “We’re behind, like, four locked gates. And we can’t move him.”
“We have to move him,” Mateo argued. “To the bus.”
“Why? How’s the bus going to help us?” I wanted to know.
“We go straight up the coast, right to the center of Surfside. Urgent Care is across the street from the bus stop.”
Justice had stopped moaning and was eerily silent. His bangs were soaked with perspiration. I swore the freckles on his face were fading as we watched.
“Urgent Care?” I snapped. “We need a hospital. Here. Now. Remember when PJ crashed on the half-pipe during Levi’s birthday party? His dad drove straight to Huntington Hospital. Isn’t that around here somewhere?”
“No, no — Mateo’s right,” Obbie fretted. “We have to get back to Surfside. We are not supposed to be here. I’ll be grounded all summer.”
“Guys, Justice is more important than summer. Look at him. He’s passing out.”
“Okay, okay — listen,” Mateo plotted, talking more rapidly, his accent getting sharper as his mind went on overdrive. “We don’t know this place super well. There’re hospitals, emergency, sure. But first we have to find them. They are at least fifteen, twenty blocks away. But if we get Justice out to the boulevard in front of school, then lay him down on the bus seats, I think we’ll be at Urgent Care as fast as any other idea.”
I wasn’t so sure. But it was two votes — or three if you counted Justice shrieking — against one. We stashed all but one skateboard. That, we positioned under his freaky broken leg, which we tied with Obbie’s T-shirt to keep it straight-ish and protected. Each of us took one corner of Justice. The idea seemed okay to me, at least until we got out to the boulevard. There, though, we’d have to cross all six busy lanes of traffic to catch a bus going toward home.
Three boys carrying another one, who was screaming like a lunatic, was not exactly inconspicuous. But we had made the plan, so we hit the crosswalk light.
“He’s not looking so good,” I noticed.
Justice was sweating through his T-shirt. The curls over his entire head were matted flat to his skull. He seemed to be breathing fast, like a nervous dog. Even with all of us helping, he was having a hard time standing on his own good leg.
“Okay, green hand. Let’s do it,” Mateo commanded.
We all scooped Justice up like a mad heavy duffel bag and made our way across to the bus stop.
Obbie sighted the blessed 434. “It’s coming!”
Then he stubbed his foot on the curb and grabbed Justice’s dislocated arm the wrong way. With a last sharp scream, Justice vomited and passed out.

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