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We humans have to be stronger than we ever imagine, love ourselves in the process, and dig in when the ground seems to sink. We not only relish adventures, we create them. That’s the basis of Saylor’s story in Kadee Carder’s young adult science fiction trilogy, Insurrection. Volume One, Insurrection, and Volume Two, Incomplete, is now available on iTunes, Amazon Kindle, and Barnes & Noble Nook, and Volume Three, Indelible, will be available May 9th! Scintillating gadgetry, crackling romance, and endless riddles fill the pages of this trilogy, in a fresh adventure for the restless reader.

Beneath the façade of covert laboratories and military exploits, Saylor’s story twists further in this thrilling final installment of the Insurrection trilogy. Concealed identities. Puzzling truths. Cryptic alliances. Amid hasty exits and curious arrivals, Saylor pursues the answers haunting her conscience.

Dealing with the consequences of her decisions, will Saylor find herself invincible, or drawn even closer to Breame’s conniving promises? And with humanity’s existence at stake, will Saylor advance toward the brimming war, or succumb to the battle bubbling in her blood?

Saylor must decide.

Humanity will always be worth fighting for.

Kadee was cool enough to answer a few of my questions!

  1. Why did you become an author?

This is one of those tricky questions! I think I began writing when I was about five years old and my mom gave me this blue journal with a flower basket on the front. I earned my Master of Fine Arts degree in 2010 and my thesis is what I based my first novel on. I’ve written poetry which I had published in my university journal, and I worked with my university newspaper as well. Of course, my recent young adult sci fi series Insurrection was finally published in 2016. So I guess it’s been this long, windy, winding, 30-year journey. 😀

  1. What is your favorite part of being a writer? (ie. plotting, editing, networking, creating and destroying lives)


To me, writing is complete bliss. Disappearing into that crazy world in the back of my imagination, and connecting one word to another in fun, fancy ways makes me come alive. It’s like putting together a puzzle, but with word pictures, that give a reader this magical ability to travel to boundless spaces. I found a quote that my soul simply connected with, that pinpoints what I love about words, from Alfred Funk: Every word was once a poem. So it’s really the art of connecting words together that I find addicting and glorious.


  1. What is your least favorite part of being a writer?

I loathe promoting my works and trying to convince people to buy my books. I LOVE talking about the characters and the fun plot twists, but I don’t like having to convince people that the story is worth it. I just want them to trust me and know how completely awesome it is. 😀

  1. If you could be any character in a book, who would you be?


Ooh, what a great question! Okay, nobody is allowed to throw tomatoes. I say Bella from Twilight. I mean, if I were Bella, she’d be way less whiny and weak, and hottie Edward and I would just go make out all the time and run fast and go travel the world together with our nifty vampire family. Sounds like awesome to me!


  1. Do you have any quirks that you’d be willing to share with us?

Haha, this is another great question. If you can’t tell from my answers, I am just one quirky person in general. I love anything sparkly or pink, I’m an introvert who loves to do my nails, and sunsets are my paradise. Also, I have an outtie belly button. So. All the laughs, friends. Now let’s go grab a cup of coffee and chat about good books!

Excerpt from Insurrection (book One):

“I have to stay with my sisters. Protect them. Are you serious, is this a lifelong contract? How about we settle for a two year?” I leaned back in the chair.

A half smile crossed the Commander’s face. He looked amused. He was pleased? “Private, any moment on the field could be your last. Do you understand that?”

“I do, sir.”

“You choose to join the ranks of the elite?”

“I refuse to be toast.” Sitting up and throwing back my shoulders, I let my own smirk play on my lips, recalling my first harried day of training.

His jaw set in place, in a familiar habit. Those navy eyes searched mine.

My lungs filled with vigor and valor, as well as a smidgen of oxygen and a hint of audacity.

“Very well, then.” The Commander sighed, as if he were content from a large meal. He reached down to the side of his desk and pulled open a large drawer, taking out a manila envelope. Withdrawing a long sheet of paper, he placed it on the desk in front of me. “Here are your papers. I am advancing your rank to Private First Class. You are assigned to Echo Company Bravo, effective today. Lieutenant McConnell will remain your supervising officer and provide further instructions at Front Deck.”

I bobbed my head up and down, glancing at the piece of paper. The blanks had already been filled out. He knew what I would choose.

“Sign at the bottom on the back page,” the Commander said, placing a pen parallel to the top of the paper.

I read through the legal jargon, picking up the pen, and scanning the lengthy words. Henceforth. Litigate. Propagate. Disseminate. Prohibited. Deceased.

He leaned forward. “Once we accomplish our goal, we will move on to the next assignment, and then the next, regardless of how long it takes. You do not get to leave this island unless you opt out right now.”

With a flourish, I signed my name. “Then I suppose I need to go suit up.”

Excerpt from Incomplete (Book Two):

Silent, smooth, and undefined, he slipped beside me, the two of us watching the horizon and the navy sky, dotted with starlight and swaying under the breeze. In the same way that chocolate nestles down slowly and sweetly on the taste buds, or like a crisp spring morning drifts dew over the dawn, he slid his right arm around me, pulling me close. Satin brushed against cotton and hope dashed against the rough breakwater of changing tides.

“Against my own rules, the other day I allowed in the thought about what losing you would feel like,” Tucker said. “Those monsters hovering over you were a greater risk than the Commander’s orders. Holding you in my arms after you fell, motionless,” he shook his head. “That was the flip of the switch.”

Several clouds meandered overhead, blocking out starlight and passing by, finally clearing out again, and I could once again accept oxygen into my lungs. Letting a smile tease my lips, a rosy glow burned across my cheeks.

“I’m terribly challenged in the area of accepting someone loving me,” I admitted. “I have buckets of love. But they’ve been boxed up, packed away, and I don’t know how to carry them.”

He turned to me, his eyes glinting in the light, probably imagining my struggle with big gray metal sand castle buckets.

“Well, that’s convenient,” he answered, somehow moving closer, arms circling, tightening around my waist, until we faced each other. “I have pretty strong arms. I’d be pleased to help you carry them.”

Somewhere, innocent lips blew the wispy seeds from a dandelion bud, somewhere passionate lips sputtered rhetoric and jargon, and somewhere else, lips dripped with lies and temptation. But his smoldered.

Excerpt from InDelible (Book Three):

“Look.” I squared off, planting my boots, shoving my fists in the pockets of my pink jacket. “Many of you were sent to Isla Barina, or joined Alliance, thinking your last stop would be the Caribbean. Now you’ve gotten a taste of home. I know the risks ahead outweigh common sense. Breame equipped me to take on this project on my own. I am stable, but to a certain extent, I’m extremely dangerous. I can’t promise—”

“What are you saying, Mack?” Annoyed, Logan scuffed one boot in the dirt.

“You can all jump ship if you want. No judging. It’s not even jumping ship. It’s getting out of the sinking ship and reclaiming dry land. This is the last stop before it’s too late. I’ll be fine on my own. I’ll get a plane and make it overseas and take this on. If I fail, I fail, and nobody’s worse the wiser.”

“Are you kidding?”

“Not at all. I don’t want to take anybody else down with me.”

“That’s not your call,” Logan argued.

“I feel a little insulted right now,” Micah said, whipping her head toward me. “Who says you get all the fun?”

“What?” I asked.

“And the glory,” Logan added.

“No, I’m trying to give you an out here.”

“No, thanks. I love swimming.” Logan leaned back on his heels. “And besides, it’s not up to you.”

“Fine!” I rolled my eyes. “You each get to decide. Your contracts with Alliance are being reviewed, I’m guessing?”

Logan exhaled, before a slight nod. “Possibly. The chips are still settling. Contracts have yet to be renegotiated.”

“Well, then.”

“As far as I’m concerned,” O’Leary jumped in, “I made ECB because I wanted to. And I’ve stuck around this far, so I might as well finish this war.”

Chisholm nodded. “Too many hours of training to give up right when we get the upper hand.”

“But guys,” I tried to wave them off.

“You have no argument.” Canaan radiated enthusiasm.

“We’re the team. You’re stuck with us. Plus, you need someone to run the coms. So, I’m in.”

“There’s no guarantee about this,” I reminded. “We don’t have — we may not—”

“Never had a guarantee,” O’Leary stated. “Except that we’d face dangerous circumstances. That’s why I signed up. You don’t get to kick me out the second it gets rough. Rough is my playground.”

“Yeah!” Other voices agreed, rallying.

Eight faces shifted, eyes shining, reflecting those immense stories.

“Alright, then.” I accepted, my team lining up to face the field and our Commander. “Play ball.”


Another Excerpt from Indelible:

“You could have killed us,” Tucker uttered, sounding surprised.

Drawing in my own sharp breaths, my shoulders shuddered. “I didn’t think you’d be in danger.”

“Oh, and you don’t mind if you are?”

“Well.” I began to shrug.



“You have to — you have to think, and to hold on.”

“I was holding on.”

“Saylor! It’s not a word game. That out there!” He pointed out the window. “You have to—”

“What?” I cut him off. “I have to, what? You tell me. Lecture. Go ahead. Just like everyone else!” I spat out the words and a little sea salt. “Tell her, like she has no clue what to do!”

“Obviously you don’t!”

“Oh no?” I straightened up.

He did too. “No-r!” That little ‘r’ on the end of his words sounded so adorable. If only I hadn’t been steaming mad at him.

“I don’t have time for this.” I crossed my arms, tapping an impatient heel.

“If you haven’t noticed, Saylor, you have all the time in the world for it. Look around.”

“I am looking around!” I screamed, trying to be heard, trying to be superbly, uniquely, distinguishingly resonant. “And all I see is chaos! I see loss! I see broken!”

“Saylor.” His voice calmed and he held up a palm.

“No! I feel every little ripple of every wave we roll over! I hear every creak, every pin drop. I smell the salt and the curdling, bitter taste of disappointment. I see the fault in every plan. I sense the strategies not connecting. I dream in colors, hearing sounds that have no name. And I ache.” Holding up my own palms to keep him away, I stepped backwards. “I ache for the rejection that I face, from my father, from my fellow soldiers, from my — from my — from everyone who falls away, whether they mean to or not. It’s all a big, ugly game, this life! My insides are on fire. And I’m sick — sick — of waiting for some untimely death to come waltzing my way.”

Tears had pooled up, finally welling over, intermingling with the ocean on my cheeks. Wiping them away, I shook my head. Nobody understood.

“May I approach?”

“If you want.”

“I like to think I’m a simple guy. I run toward the danger when others cannot.” He shifted his weight, one foot at a time, drawing near. “You are a product of challenge. You’ve seen a lot of hard days. But when I look at you, I don’t see someone who backs away from a problem. You solve it, no matter the riddle. You find a way to beat it. In some cases, you tend to have a flair for the dramatic.”

“Who, me?”

He smiled. “That’s just one part of you I like. Maybe you’re on fire, but consider, maybe that’s a good thing.”

“Ah. Tucker.”

Shoes scuffling. Red cheeks. Heated lips. His hands on mine, his pulse intertwining with mine.

“Don’t think you’re done. Not when you’ve got so-r much life in you.”

“I guess I’ve got thousands of little lives inside me.”

“Not that. I don’t mean any kind of artificial intelligence. Those could go away, and you’d still find a way to make the earth shudder beneath you.”

“Are you saying I’m scary?”

“I’m saying . . . You got moxie, mate. Embrace it. But don’t strangle it.”




Deep in the heart of Texas, Kadee Carder resides with her husband and daughters. Carder earned a BA in Public Relations at Howard Payne University and an MFA in Creative Writing from National University. She teaches English courses on the university level and plans her schedule around coffee availability. When she’s not dancing around the living room with her daughters, she helps at church activities, creates encouraging blogs, and orders pizza like a boss.





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“I loved this story. The characters are so witty, well developed and real. The growth Saylor goes through is touching and had me rooting for her every step of the way. The technology introduced is intriguing and frightening. Like what would happen if your favorite pastime started fighting back and you were thrown into the deadliest game of baseball you could ever imagine? In the midst of the awesome kick butt-ness are the girl giggles of a first crush that will have you swooning and wanting more.

An amazing series that I can already tell will become one of my favorites.

If you are looking for a unique science fiction book you need to pick this book up! You will be memorized by the story, the wonder of the strange island, the romance developing, and the unwavering friendship.”
~ Amy


“I loved this book. As a mom, I’m always looking for good adventure stories for my 15-year old daughter to read, and Insurrection takes the cake. The daring heroine is unafraid of adventure but also not ashamed of romance. (I have to say, though, that it was refreshing to have the focus be more on the adventure and less on the romance!)
The only negative about this book is that only the first one is available! I can’t wait for the second and third books.”
~ Laura




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