I’m so excited to be welcoming Yoav Blum to Novel Kicks and the blog tour for his book, The Unswitchable.

A world where identity can be borrowed, traded, or escaped creates an instantly intriguing premise in The Unswitchable by Yoav Blum. The contrast between universal shapeshifting and one man’s inability to change forms the center of a story shaped by danger, secrecy, and shifting trust.

In a society where identity has become fluid and interchangeable, the idea of being permanently anchored to one body carries unexpected consequences. The Unswitchable imagines a world transformed by the Switch-Bracelet—technology that allows people to step into new forms for convenience, ambition, or escape. Amid this culture of effortless reinvention, one person’s inability to switch turns into a dangerous anomaly. When a dying stranger occupying a temporary body delivers a message tied to a part of his life he never understood, the fragile distance he keeps from the world collapses. Assassins with ever-changing faces quickly descend, hunting for something he carries without knowing. With no way to hide inside another body and no certainty about who is approaching him at any moment, he must navigate a maze built on deception, borrowed identities, and shifting allegiances. His unchanging self—once isolating—becomes the only reliable constant in a chase that forces him to confront the truth of why he alone remains unswitchable.

Yoav has shared an extract from The Unswitchable with us today. We hope you enjoy it. 

(Content: Violence)

*****beginning of extract*****

She took a deep breath, her eyes cast down toward the glass of water in her hands. The light of the setting sun snuck through the open window behind her, painting the back of her right shoulder.

I looked at her, trying again to decide whether to believe her story.

She shuddered. The air in the room suddenly felt different, or perhaps I just imagined it. When she lifted her eyes toward me, I saw something that wasn’t there a moment earlier. Urgency, panic, maybe.

“Dan?” she asked.

The tone of her voice changed. It was the tone people use when they want to say something important, or when they’re suffering from amnesia and have no idea who you are. I wagered on the former.

She moved toward me, abruptly, stepping into the light of the setting sun.

“Dan?” she asked again.

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