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She'll risk everything...
Title: Broken Skies
Author: Theresa Kay
Published: October 25, 2016
Genre: Dystopian, Science Fiction, Action & Adventure
Plagued by nightmares and panic attacks, seventeen-year-old Jax Mitchell wants nothing more than a life of seclusion with only her twin brother for company. So when he's kidnapped by Earth's reclusive alien settlers, the E'rikon, she'll do anything to get him back—even form an alliance with a teenage E'rikon boy left behind by the same ship that took her brother.
Jax agrees to act as a guide, and in return, the alien agrees to sneak her past the human-proof barrier surrounding the E'rikon city. Too bad it's not that simple. Jax soon finds that she's drawn to the alien boy with bright green hair and jewel-like scales on his back—and he's equally affected by her, the courageous redhead with haunted eyes. But she doesn't know the alien's true motives, and he has no idea that she is much more than she seems.
With the aliens and the humans at odds, the connection forming between the two teens has consequences. What started off as a rescue mission sets in motion a chain of events that threatens not only the remaining humans and the growing alien society, but Earth itself.
My hand shoots up to cover the sound of my gasp. I’d heard of the green blood, but I’d never heard of anything like this. Golden scales with green tips extend from the hairline on the back of his neck in a line along his spine and flare out over his hips, disappearing into the top of the dark gray uniform pants. The line of scales, the trail down his back only a few inches wide, is brilliantly colored, almost like jewels. I’ve never seen anything like it and I want to know what they feel like. Are they soft, like a snake’s sun-warmed skin, or hard and jagged like the colored rocks they resemble?
I’m up and almost halfway across the room before I realize what I’m doing and stop in my tracks. Mentally cursing myself, I step back, jostling the table behind me when my hip hits it. Lir looks back at me over his shoulder and I can feel flames licking at my cheeks.
He raises his eyebrow and simply stares at me while I stammer out something about needing to get to the kitchen. “You know, for supplies,” I say. “Food. To pack . . .”
I can almost see the truth hit him as he takes in my red face and almost incoherent phrases. He begins to smile. He knows I was watching him and I’m mortified. “I’ve just never . . . I didn’t know . . . the scales . . .” He only looks at me expectantly and my horrible mouth won’t shut up. “They’re beautiful.” If my face could get any redder, it just did.
“I think this is the first time I have seen you speechless,” Lir says with laughing eyes. “Had I only known, I would have removed my shirt sooner.”
His teasing tone is lost on me as my stomach drops and ice-cold terror begins to seep up from my toes with every beat of my now pounding heart. I’m alone in the cabin with a half-naked man. Someone I don’t know. Without Jace. Something must show on my face, because Lir’s smile falters and another expression crosses his face. Concern? I scramble backward two steps before whirling around and heading out the front door.
About the Author
The only person she knows who had a subscription to Writer's Digest at eleven and was always excited to write research papers, Theresa has been putting words to paper since a young age. Living in the mountains of central Virginia with her husband and two kids, she works as a paralegal by day, binges on Netflix at night and finds bits of time in between reading almost everything she can get her hands on and laundry to craft stories that tend to feature broken characters in sci-fi or paranormal worlds, with a touch of romance thrown in for good measure.
She's constantly lost in one fictional universe or another and is a self-proclaimed "fangirl" who loves being sucked in to new books or TV shows. Theresa originally wanted to write horror novels as an ode to her childhood passion for Stephen King novels, but between her internal Muse's ramblings and the constant praise for her sci-fi pieces from her writer's group - The Rebel Writers - she knew she should stick with what was working.