Author: Amy A. Bartol
Genre: YA Dystopian
Release Date: December 17, 2013
Synopsis:
All
she wants is a home, but can she find one...UNDER DIFFERENT STARS
Kricket
Hollowell is normally not one to wish upon stars; she believes they’re rarely
in her favor. Well versed at dodging caseworkers from Chicago’s foster care
system, the past few years on her own have made Kricket an expert at the art of
survival and blending in. With her 18th birthday fast approaching, she dreams
of the day when she can stop running and find what her heart needs most: a
home.
Trey
Allairis hates Earth and doubts that anyone from his world can thrive here.
What he’s learning of Kricket and her existence away from her true home only
confirms his theory. But, when he and Kricket lie together under the stars of
Ethar, counting them all may be easier than letting her go.
Kyon
Ensin’s secrets number the stars; he knows more about Kricket's gifts than
anyone and plans to possess her because of them. He also knows she’s more
valuable than any fire in the night sky. He’ll move the heavens and align them
all in order to make her his own.
When
everything in their world can be broken, will Kricket rely upon love to save
her under different stars?
Teaser
I
glance at Trey; he looks like an advertisement for Calvin Klein. Wearing only
dark, athletic boxers, he’s something out of a catalog or a warrior movie.
Blushing deeply, I want to crawl under the rock I’m on. “Wade into the water
together. We should tie you two so that you’re face-to-face with both your
heads above the water,” Jax says. Trey nods, extending his hand for me to take.
Avoiding
looking at him, I stand up, walking to the water’s edge on my own. Dipping my
toes in the water, I pull them back sharply. “It’s freezing!” I glower at them,
hearing my voice echo off the walls again.
“It
is,” Trey agrees, scooping me up in his arms and wading out quickly into the
water before I can object further. When he is chest deep, he says softly in my
ear, “Breathe.”
Clinging
to him tightly with my arms around his neck, I inhale deeply before muttering,
“Shh...you’re interrupting my revenge plotting.”
“If
you survive this, I’ll insist that you learn to swim,” he says, sounding
annoyed as Jax wades to us with a line, circling us.
“If I
survive this, I’m killing you,” I reply dryly, feeling the rope tense, drawing
me tighter against Trey’s warm body.
A
small smile touches his lips at my comment. “How do you propose to do that?” He
gazes into my eyes as Jax knots us together.
“I’ll
let you spend some sleepless nights worrying about that,” I reply, my teeth
beginning to chatter as the cold water is chilling me to the bone.
About the Author
I live in
Michigan with my husband and our two sons. My family is very supportive of my
writing. When I’m writing, they often bring me the take-out menu so that I can
call and order them dinner. They listen patiently when I talk about my
characters like they’re real. They
rarely roll their eyes when I tell them I’ll only be a second while I finish
writing a chapter…and then they take off their coats. They ask me how the story
is going when I surface after living for hours in a world of my own making.
They have learned to accept my “writing uniform” consisting of a slightly
unflattering pink fleece jacket, t-shirt, and black yoga pants. And they smile
at my nerdy bookishness whenever I try to explain urban fantasy to them. In
short, they get me, so they are perfect and I am blessed.
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