Seventeen-year-old Skylar has been haunted for as long as she can remember by fleeting yet powerful sensations that something is horribly wrong. But despite the panic attacks tormenting her, nothing ever happens, and Sky’s beginning to think she’s crazy. Then she meets a mysterious, otherworldly boy named Win and discovers the shocking truth her premonitions have tapped into: our world no longer belongs to us. For thousands of years, Earth has been at the mercy of alien scientists who care nothing for its inhabitants and are using us as the unwitting subjects of their time-manipulating experiments. Win belongs to a rebel faction seeking to put a stop to it, and he needs Skylar’s help--but with each shift in the past, the very fabric of reality is unraveling, and soon there may be no Earth left to save.
Earth and Sky is published by Amazon Skyscape and was released on October 28th, 2014. You can find out more information about the book at www.EarthSkyTrilogy.com and you can add it to your Goodreads shelves here.
I hope you enjoy the following extract, courtesy of Megan Crewe. Thanks, Megan!
Beyond Win a new couple is walking into the cafe. At least, I think of them as a couple at first glance, because it’s a man and a woman and they’re about the same age: early thirties, I’d guess. But the second they step through the doorway, the woman pushes ahead with an air of authority. The man flanks her as they scan the interior of the shop. It’s difficult to look away from her, she’s so striking: tall and slim in her tan peacoat, with ice-pale skin and hair so blond it’s almost white but somehow doesn’t look bleached. But that’s not what makes me go rigid.
I’ve been sitting across from Win long enough that I’ve tuned out the strange presence he has. Seeing the newcomers, it’s like he’s snapped back into focus. Because this couple has it too. The edges of their bodies are so definite, their coloring so vivid, they make the rest of the people around them, even the wall behind them, look faded in comparison.
Win turns to look. A word escapes his lips that’s not part of any language I know, but it sounds distinctly like a curse. He jerks back around, grabbing my wrist.
“Come on. Now.”
At the same moment, the pale woman’s gaze meets mine across the room. A chill shoots through me. She makes a flicker of a gesture to her companion, her voice low but clear.
“That’s the one.”
Win pulls at my arm, his back to the woman. Her gaze is still fixed on me. Her mouth curls into a sneer. She strides forward with predatory speed, and that’s when my body wakes up and decides it’s time to get out of there.
I slide off my chair. Win tugs me through the shop, his hand clamped around my wrist, his jaw tight. He’s so obviously scared, it makes me even more terrified. I’ve never seen that woman before in my life—I’d remember that icy stare. How can she know me?
What does she want with me?
“Hey!” one of the baristas shouts as Win pushes the rear “Staff Only” door open. I glance behind just long enough to see the pale woman loping after us, her hand moving to a thin shape at her hip. My pulse skips and I scramble after Win. We rush through a narrow room packed with shelves of boxes and plastic-wrapped skids to the heavier door at the other end. Win shoves it and gives a huff of relief when it moves.
“Who—” I begin.
“Just come,” he snaps. “Fast!”
The door is squeaking open behind us. I stumble into the alley. Win doesn’t stop for a second. He swivels on his feet and drags me toward the street that’s visible beyond the backs of the neighboring buildings. I keep pace, my wrist aching in his grip. Part of me wants to pull my arm away and part of me is worried he’d break the bones before he let go.
“We should be able to lose them out there,” he says. Then the door we came out thumps again, and he lunges into a run.
I race after him, dodging the garbage spilling from an overflowing dumpster and splashing through a puddle. Footsteps are smacking the pavement behind us. Faster than ours. There’s a twanging sound, like an out-of-tune guitar. Win swears again, yanking me to the side as a sliver of light crackles into the bars of a fire escape, so close the sparks singe my cheek.
My breath stutters, but I don’t have time to wonder what the hell that was. The open space at the end of the alley is just a building-length away. I gulp air and lengthen my strides, my free arm pumping frantically. Win veers left and then right, and my foot skids on a crumpled plastic bag. There’s another twang.
Pain slices up my left elbow, forcing a yelp from my throat. My muscles spasm and my feet tangle under me. Win hauls me upright, out onto the busy sidewalk.
The pain vanishes as we weave through the evening shoppers. For an instant, I’m relieved. Then I realize I can’t feel my arm at all. It’s gone numb from hand to shoulder, so numb I have to look down to make sure it’s still there. When I try to move it, not a single fingertip wiggles. The arm might as well be hollow.
The shock sends a blur of tears into my eyes, but my feet keep running. Win bolts onto the road, and I follow. I don’t know what else to do.
Tires screech. Someone yells at us. My arm bumps limply against my side, like a dead thing. Nausea bubbles up inside me. I swallow it down, training my mind on the simple act of setting my feet flat on the ground, one after the other.
I can’t fall. Whatever might happen if that woman catches up with us has to be even worse than this.
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