Titolo: Repossession
Autore: Rachael Wade
Genere: New Adult fantascientifico/romance
Trama: Skylla only knows that she has been kidnapped and held prisoner by the foreign invaders and their human allies. And that the world is ending. Or so the humans think. The invaders have made it clear that their arrival is one of hostile intent, and as their takeover spreads, so does the panic across the globe. No one knows how to defeat them, or if it’s even sane to try.
Jet, Skylla’s human captor, is up for the challenge, though. A traitor in Skylla’s eyes, he is working with them. But Jet has his own agenda; one that doesn’t include babysitting Skylla or helping the enemies. And as the human race struggles to keep the invaders from achieving their goal, Jet and Skylla’s paths collide to reveal the truth behind Skylla’s abduction.
The invaders are headed for the water. Jet is headed for the water. But that’s the last place Skylla wants to be. That’s where the future of humanity lies, and where the bridge to their yesterdays was burned. On a mission to take back what is rightfully theirs, Earth’s population is determined to make sure this isn’t the end. But some endings were never theirs to begin with.
Jet, Skylla’s human captor, is up for the challenge, though. A traitor in Skylla’s eyes, he is working with them. But Jet has his own agenda; one that doesn’t include babysitting Skylla or helping the enemies. And as the human race struggles to keep the invaders from achieving their goal, Jet and Skylla’s paths collide to reveal the truth behind Skylla’s abduction.
The invaders are headed for the water. Jet is headed for the water. But that’s the last place Skylla wants to be. That’s where the future of humanity lies, and where the bridge to their yesterdays was burned. On a mission to take back what is rightfully theirs, Earth’s population is determined to make sure this isn’t the end. But some endings were never theirs to begin with.
Rachael Wade is the Amazon bestselling author of The Preservation Series, The Resistance Trilogy, and the upcoming sci-fi series, The Keepers Trilogy. When she’s not writing, she’s busy learning French, watching too many movies, and learning how to protect animals and the environment.
The quiet drone of a train’s chugging grew
louder as it approached but was still eerily muted, a graceful ghost passing in
the night. Minimal light shone from the front car as Jet stepped forward to
align himself with its path.
“How do we know where it stops?” I asked,
positioning myself next to him.
“We don’t.”
“So …”
“So we have to make a run for it.”
“You mean jump?”
“Yup.”
“As in … jump onto a moving train.”
“Yup.”
“This is crazy.”
“A dangerously disturbing level of crazy.
No worries, baby.” He patted my shoulder with a smartass grin. “It’s just your
area of expertise.” I narrowed my eyes at him, storing that one away for a
future retaliation jab of my own.
Adrenaline spiked as the train grew closer,
every nerve ending a live wire to the heart pounding violently in my chest. Jet
grabbed my hand, glancing at my gun. “I’ll go first. Once I get a good grip,
I’ll haul you up. Whatever you do, don’t stop running. And don’t let go.”
“I should go first,” I raised my voice to
speak over the rumbling of the track. “You’re hurt. You’re going to need upper
body strength.”
“I’m fine. Don’t fight me on this.”
Blood pounded hot in my ears, my heart rate
jumping and hair blowing wildly around my cheeks as the train began to whizz
by. The rush in my veins propelled me forward the moment I spotted an
opportunity, and I launched into a controlled sprint. Springing upward, I
lunged forward and latched on to the side of the car, the metal handle slipping
beneath my sweaty grip. I shrieked and latched on harder, hearing Jet’s voice
thunder behind me. The train’s vibrations rattled against my chest, sending my
senses on high alert.
Clenching the handle until my knuckles
hurt, I bit down on my lip to ease the tension and yanked hard to the right,
feeling a heavy latch click and shift beneath my fingers. The door slid open
and I hauled myself up and inside, grabbing onto the side of the frame to
steady myself before flipping around to reach for Jet. He was running full
speed after me, his arms pumping tight and sharp at his sides as he tore
forward.
“Come on!” I yelled, extending one arm. It
only took him a few seconds to catch up, his agile form sending his body off
the ground and up onto the car before I could blink. With a loud shout, he
clamped onto my arm, his other hand flying over his chest to cradle his gun. I
was thrown onto my back with a thud before I knew what hit me, his body covering
mine with a crash that left me seeing stars.
“Fucking crazy woman!” he shouted over the
rail’s relentless roar, louder now that we were level with it. “What the hell
do you think you’re doing?” His heat pressed into me, his arms caging me in as
he stared down into my eyes, his nose aligned with mine.
“Fulfilling my sole purpose to drive you
mad, it seems.” I couldn’t help it. The rush sent me sky-high and an explosive
laugh escaped my lungs. I shook beneath him, my breath heaving against his
chest.
“Damn it, Skylla!” He dropped his head as
he gasped for air. “Seriously!” he added for effect, but there was nothing
serious in his voice now. He was laughing too, just as deep, just as
euphorically as I was, and I decided right then that the sound of Jet’s laugh
was almost as sexy as his full lips and ripped body.
“Wanna go again?”
“You’re reckless. I can’t even look at
you.”
“You’re crushing me.”
His head lifted, those blue eyes settling
on me as his laughter slowed. “You deserve it.”
My hand shifted and found his injured hip;
my fingers brushed the bandage through his shirt. He flinched. “And you need to
admit when you need help.”
Pushing himself up, he rolled off me and
sat back on his heels, wincing and gripping his side, his lips pulling back and
teeth visibly grinding with the motion. I sat up and scooted forward, mindful
of the gapingrailcar door. I reached up and slid it shut, slamming it with a
loud grunt until I felt it lock into place. The loud rumble of the wheels hitting
the track was muted now, but the rattling hum still thumped away from outside,
filling the dimly lit car with a shaky buzz.
“I’m fine,” he said.
“Fine. Play it your way. I’m going to see
if I can find you some medicine.”
I helped push him backward to prop him
against the wall, peeling his backpack from his shoulders first. “Try and rest,
I’ll see what I can find out.”
“I’m not letting you wander around these
cars alone. Not fuckin’ happening.”
“If you don’t rest and get medicine for
that wound soon, I’ll be stuck wandering everywhere alone. That ointment won’t
cut it. You’re going to need antibiotics. It’s starting to get infected.”
His gaze snapped up to mine and held my
stare. “Finger on the trigger.”
“Fire on your mark.” I smirked.
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