A secret she must never share. A secret that two warring species are determined to control. A universe’s future at stake.Twenty-year-old Cassiel Winters joins Earth’s new space academy in hopes of finding her brother, one of Command’s top pilots and her only family, who’s been reported MIA. But she quickly realizes she may not be cut out for life in space, where female cadets are outnumbered, competition’s fierce, and she’s already failed her hand-to-hand combat test once.Even the station’s most respected officer, Lt. Damian King, probably can’t help Cassiel pass the second time around – so why is he so interested in her progress? If only one of her freaky déjà vu visions would offer an answer instead of mysterious messages like hide.When Cassiel’s manipulated into a perilous mission, she encounters a warrior species bred to protect the universe from an even greater threat. And she learns that her secret visions are at the heart of it all.Now Cassiel must fight to control her own destiny and race to save her brother – even if it means pretending to be the pawn of Prime Or’ic, the cold-as-steel Thell’eon leader. Even if it means risking her life, facing hard truths, and making the ultimate sacrifice.
ESE combat skins don’t leave much to the imagination. The black super-thin, lightweight, formfitting, long-sleeve jumpsuit’s designed to protect you from the elements on alien planets and absorb some of the force of impact. The operative word being some. If you ask me, the suit just prolongs the number of hits you have to take (not to mention ogling if you’re a woman).I stop in my tracks and clasp my head. I can’t go into Proxy wearing this!But . . . I really, really want a restorative!Oh, who cares? The men wear their skins in Proxy all the time. Why shouldn’t I?The second the doors to Proxy vanish, I regret my bravado. Forget all of the sets of eyes giving me a once-over. Lt. Damian King. Two o’clock. Downing a Taza Mud at one of the tall bar tables. Should I turn around? Or pretend— Crap. He’s seen you now. You have to go in. I square my shoulders and stride quickly over to the bar, staring at no one in particular. As I near him, when I think the timing’s right, I glance over, real casual.He nods at me, I nod back, and, somehow, I make it to the bar without breaking into a grin.Cadets move to let me up close. That’s one perk of being female.“One restorative, please.” I like the way my voice sounds. Steady.What a morning so far! I hope my butt looks okay. Oh, quit worrying. He’s not checking out your butt.Everyone else is, maybe.“Make that two,” says a familiar voice behind me. King. He shifts in beside me. Cadets move aside, heck, everyone moves aside for King. He’s kind of like royalty around here. Even Jordanna, who’s not prone to admiration, talks about King’s latest feat or promotion with a certain reverence.I glance over at him and realize I am wearing a stupid grin.“Hello, Cassiel.”“Hi.” I push my hair behind my ear, remembering too late that it’s in a ponytail. Smooth, Cassiel. Real smooth.“All set?” He hasn’t taken his eyes off of me, and my ear burns under his scrutiny.I have to tilt my head a touch in order to look up into his eyes, and I’m 5’8”. They really are an incredible dark blue. His rich auburn hair’s slicked back in a trendy, ESE- accepted style.“I guess so.” I respond quietly since I suspect the cadets around us are straining to eavesdrop. I gulp down my restorative, as does he, and I’m speechless when he uses his ESE-issued sculpted body to both guide and shield me out of Proxy, all without making any actual physical contact (despite my heady anticipation).“Cassiel, it’s important that you pass this time,” he says, after an awkward pause just outside.“I know!” I exclaim, exasperated, surprising myself— and him, judging by his raised eyebrows.“Sorry. I just . . . I know what’s riding on this, believe me.”“Cassiel. You will pass. Just don’t let down your guard.” Or, in other words, totally wig out. Oh, how I wish those dimples—I mean, they are cosmic—were as reassuring as they are sexy. “Just remember,” he adds, motioning us forward, “in the moment, when it counts, your learning will kick in, and then you only need to trust this.” He points to his gut. “Listen to it. Follow it. You’re a Winters, after all.”
About the author:
Journalist Lesley Young never thought she would delve into the world of writing fiction, but when she sat down for the first time to put pen to paper, ideas for what would become her first novel just poured out naturally. Young’s first book, “Sky’s End,” is a multi-genre tale that showcases her unique style of weaving romance, action and wit into one page-burning story.
Young was born in Edmonton, Alberta in Canada. She holds an arts degree from the University of Alberta and a journalism degree from the University of Victoria.
Young now lives in Loretto, Ontario where she works as a journalist, freelance writer and editor for health, décor and business magazines. Since 2008, Young has written more than 300 articles for print and online media including Profit, Toronto Life, MSN Green, and Elle Canada among others. She is a regular contributor to Reader’s Digest, Best Health, Canadian Living and House and Home Magazine.
Soul Mate Publishing releases “Sky’s End” on July 15 in paperback and e-book. The novel is Young’s first installment in a series about Cassiel Winters, a futuristic heroine, and her outer space escapades.
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