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Seventeen year old Sinta Allen has one objective, to get from
Tallahassee, Florida to her mother in Ann Arbor, Michigan. Seems simple enough
right? Wrong. Hostile aliens have invaded Earth—and it doesn’t take a rocket scientist
to know that we’re losing the fight. While the aliens bring devastation and
destruction and take people away to God knows where in their spaceships, Sinta,
along with some of her classmates must rely on their survival instincts, a
little luck and each other if they want to survive the venture across the
country. The last thing she needs is for Wade, her school friend and Jason, her
rescuer, to distract her along the way.
(book intended
for 15+)
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A. M. Griffin is a wife who rarely cooks, mother of
three, dog owner (and sometimes dog owned), a daughter, sister, aunt and
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She enjoys reading everything from mystery novels to historical romances and of
course fantasy romance. She is a believer in the unbelievable, open to all
possibilities from mermaids in our oceans and seas, angels in the skies and intelligent
life forms in distant galaxies.
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Excerpt:
He snaps his fingers, bringing my attention back to
his face.
He mouths something that I can’t make out. I shake
my head.
He creeps closer. I notice a few other things about
him. Like the gun that he’s holding in one hand and some kind of knife in the
other.
My eyes widen in understanding.
He’s here to save us.
I peer to my right and left. No one else is paying
attention to him. I turn back to him.
“Where are they?” he mouths again.
I nod toward the cabin where Ms. Burgess is screaming.
“How many?” he mouths.
“Three,” I mouth back to him.
He nods and goes back into the woods.
No, I want to yell. Come back, don’t leave us here.
I’m about to do just that when he returns with
another man, this one older, but similar looking. They creep closer to us,
their eyes scanning everything around them. As they come closer I see the
rifles strapped across their backs, the guns in shoulder holsters, the knives
strapped around their legs and pistols in their hands. I want to cry.
If anybody can save us from the Tanners it’s them.
The tickle of a tear is on my cheek. I use a
shoulder to wipe it away.
I don’t say a word as the younger one crouches
behind me and uses his knife to cut through the ropes that bind my wrists. The
other man goes behind MJ to do the same. I see him whispering something to MJ
and MJ nodding in response. Once my hands are free, he moves down to my ankles
and begins to saw away at the ropes there.
He glances up to me, his eyes focused squarely on
mine. I have a hard time looking away and I think that’s his intention. “What’s
your name?”
Instead of my name a cry escapes my lips.
“It’s going to be okay,” he says, still sawing away
at the ropes. He takes a quick peek to his right, where the other man is
working to free MJ’s feet. “My name is Jason, but all my fraternity brothers
call me JC.” He attempts a smile. “You can call me JC.”
“I…I’m not your frat brother,” I say, in a stutter,
as confusion clouds my mind. “I’m a girl.”
Why did I point that out?
“Really? I hadn’t noticed.”
“Huh?” I’m as confused as ever.
With my feet free, he crawls quickly up to my side.
“Are you still with me? You look like you’re about
to freak out and bolt.”
I nod. Yes I’m okay and yes, I’m going to run.
“Stay with me sweetheart,” he says, in a rush. “I’m
going to give you this knife and you’re going to free the other girls. After
they’re free, I want you to take them where you first saw me, okay? Behind
those trees are some backpacks, you wait there for us. Do you hear me?”
Yes.
“Answer me. Do you understand what I want you to
do?”
“But what if you don’t make it. They can kill you,”
I whisper. I can’t cover up the fear that is smothering me.
The smile he gives me this time is genuine, not at
all forced, and all I notice are the deep dimples in his cheeks. “We got this.”
And for some reason I believe him. “Okay.”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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