Blitz Book Tour: CATALYST by Kristin Smith

Hey there, Writerly Friends! I’m excited to be a stop on this Xpresso Book Tour to highlight and get y’all excited about Kristin Smith’s YA Dystopian novel, CATALYST. Read on for some teasers and a chance to win the Clean Teen Publishing Mystery Box! (Say that ten times fast.)


(Gorgeous cover, isn’t it? Now let’s get dig in! And if you didn’t read that in the same voice as Jane The Virgin’s narrator, then you are missing out.)


Too pretty.
Too smart.
Too perfect.

In a crumbling, futuristic Las Vegas where the wealthy choose the characteristics of their children like ordering off a drive-thru menu, seventeen-year-old Sienna Preston doesn’t fit in. As a normal girl surrounded by genetically modified teenagers, all of her imperfections are on display. But after the death of her father, everything she’s ever known and loved changes in an instant.

With little skills to help provide for her family, Sienna clings to the two things that come easily—lying and stealing. But not all thief-for-hire assignments go as planned. When a covert exchange of a stolen computer chip is intercepted, she becomes entangled with a corrupt government official who uses her thieving past as leverage, her mother as collateral, and the genetically modified poster boy she’s falling for as bait.

In order to rescue her mother, there may only be one option—joining forces with the Fringe, an extremist group, and their young leader who’s too hot to be bad. Problem is, these revolutionaries aren’t what they seem, and the secrets they’re hiding could be more dangerous than Sienna is prepared for. In the end, she must be willing to risk everything to save the one thing that matters most.

Catalyst is a thrilling adventure of danger, romance, intrigue, and deception.

CLICK HERE to enter the rafflecopter for a chance to win the Clean Teen Mystery Box. Hurry: the last day to enter is December 1st!
Kristin Smith writes young adult contemporary and science fiction novels. When she’s not writing, you can find her dreaming about the beach, beating her boys at Just Dance, or belting out karaoke (from the comfort of her own home). Kristin currently resides in the middle-of-nowhere North Carolina with her husband and five incredibly loud but extremely cute boys. To read more about her obsession with YA novels or her addiction to chocolate, you can visit her at

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I scoot to the wall and watch the GM girls in their fancy apparel—gaudy blue sequins, diamond-studded bodices, and red taffeta skirts. They talk in groups, sway to the music, and chat with their handsome GM matches, while their parents monitor their interactions from across the room. From what I understand about GMs, the amount of time they spend with their future match is minimal. Seems as if Zane and Arian are the exception; I don’t think they’d ever even met until today.


A cascade of illustrious, golden hair mocks me from across the room. Rayne turns around, smiling wide, her gown barely covering all of her important parts. I try not to gape at her exposed belly and the slit in her dress. It comes up so high it shows off the entire length of one long, perfectly sculpted leg. I only hope she’s wearing panties underneath.

This is a different lifestyle. A completely different way of thinking. These people have had things handed to them on a silver platter, while my family lives day to day. If I don’t work, we don’t eat. If I don’t bring home money, we have no place to live. And if I don’t kill Harlow, I’ll never see my mother again.

Hot tears sting the back of my eyes when I think of my mom lying on a hard, cold surface somewhere, alone and scared. This is my fault. This is all my fault. If I had never taken the assignment to steal the computer chip, none of this would have happened. Because of my stupidity, I’ve placed all that I have left in this world in danger. And I don’t know how to make it right other than by killing Harlow Ryder.

I hurry over to the veranda and step outside. Thankfully, it’s empty except for some large potted plants and a few wrought-iron tables.

The tears I’m holding in fall on the white balustrade as my mind churns with unanswered questions. How did I get mixed up in all of this? What did my father know that made him a threat to Harlow Ryder? How could he leave us in such a position?

The door opens behind me, and I quickly wipe the tears away.

A melodic voice speaks. “Sienna? Are you okay?”


I regret telling him my name. Why did I use my real name?

Be charming, Sienna. That’s how women at these parties act. Charming.


I turn slowly and find Zane staring at me. He looks every bit the part of the Chromo 120 poster child in his expensive black tuxedo.


Exciting stuff, right? Personally, I’m excited to see the Dystopian train pulling back into the trend station, so I can’t wait to crack open a copy of CATALYST:) Congrats, Kristin!