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?
Water swirls around me as I open my eyes. I shiver, realizing I’m in Trey’s arms. He’s standing chest deep in crystal blue water with Wayra pacing on the bank only steps away. Clutching Trey closer to me, my cheek remains on his shoulder. Watching a bead of water slip down his powerful neck, I hear Jax say, “She’s waking up.”
Trey, cupping his hand in the water, pours some of it over my hair. It drips down the sides of my face, cooling me. “Let’s get her out. I’ll get the visor and we can check her vitals.”
As Trey wades out of the pond with me in his arms, I try to lift my head from his shoulder. It makes me dizzy so I lay it back. It’s then I notice that I’m only in my bra and underwear. A blush creeps into my cheeks as I hug Trey tighter to me. Wayra meets us on the bank, draping a blanket over us. Trey sits down with me on his lap. He leans against a tree trunk holding me securely to his chest. Peeking at his face, he seems angry as he smoothes my hair back from my face.
Hurrying over with the visor that looks like grandma goggles, Trey sets them on my eyes. Everything is green as I gaze around at the water in front of us. Flashing green lights and readouts occupy the peripherals of the glasses, but the information is running faster than I can possibly read it.
“Ho!” Jax exclaims next to me.
Immediately, Trey’s arms tighten on me as he barks out, “What? How bad is it?”
“Naw, it’s not bad…it’s just…Kricket…” Jax breathes, like he’s in awe. “Look at this brain activity…it’s massive.”
“What do you mean?” Trey asks with relief in his tone.
Jax grins. “She’s lighting everything up. Look at her frontal lobe…it’s off the charts.”
“What does that mean? Is she healthy?” Trey growls.
Jax nods enthusiastically. “She’s healthy! We didn’t fry her with heat stroke, that’s for sure. Or, if we did, she’s got more brain activity than anyone I’ve ever seen to compensate for it,” he replies, sounding seriously geeked about it.
“Those things aren’t broken, are they?” Trey asks speculatively.
“No…here.” Jax pulls them off my face. “Wayra, come here.”
Wayra walks over and Jax puts the glasses on his eyes. “See! He’s normal, well, normal for him. See how it doesn’t light up in these areas?” he points out to Trey.
“Now watch this,” he says, taking the glasses off of Wayra, he places them back on my face. “See? It’s like Christmas in Chicago with all those lights,” Jax says proudly.
“So that means she’s smart?”
Jax beams. “Yeah, she’s smart! She’s brilliant! There’s no telling what she can do.”
“If she’s so smart, why did she run until she almost popped? Why didn’t she just tell us she needed to rest?” Wayra asks derisively.
“Personality flaw,” Trey replies. “She’s going to show us that she’s not weak.”
“She’s sitting right here,” I murmur, pulling the glasses off my face and handing them to Jax.
Review by Angela
I was given a copy of this book in exchange for an honest review. And, I have been agonizing over how to write my review and what to write that will do this book justice. I don’t believe that there are any words in the English language that exist that equal the amount of awesomeness that this book holds. I was already in love with Amy Bartol because of her Premonition series. But, even if I didn’t love her, this story would make me love her. I want to get amnesia so I can forget that I read the book and go back and read it again for the first time. I’m actually reading it again because I love it so much. I don’t read books for a second or 3rd time, but I will this one. One of my favorite things about this book are the characters.
“Fortune favors the brave,” I reply with a rise of an eyebrow. Leaning forward, I take one of the remaining cubes of ice from the tray. I touch it to my tongue and watch him watch me.
“That sounds like an argument for doing whatever you want,” Trey growls.
“It’s cause and effect and…I’m just saying,” I let the melting ice cool my tight throat as I try not to pant from the exertion of my last failed attempt.
“You’re just saying, what?” Trey scowls at me, not letting me go.
“I’m just saying that when there is little left to lose, the consequences of one’s actions don’t carry the same weight…painful or otherwise.”
I love Kricket. She is an amazing character. She is full of spunk, attitude, humor and she can pretty much get herself out of almost any situation. She is living on her own after running away from the foster care system. Kricket is laying low until she turns 18 and then she’s going to get a real job and go off to college. She has few friends and no family and she likes it that way. She has a plan for her life, but she doesn’t expect it to take the turn that it does when 2 groups of guys come looking for her.
“Families are supposed to love you no matter what,” I say softly, looking into his dark brown eyes.
“You’ve really never had a family, have you?” he asks rhetorically.
“No…not one that ever lasted,” I admit, stopping beside the stairway to the El station.
That was before she met Trey……
“My body is weary, but sleep eludes me. I open my eyes and gaze at Trey next to me. He has his arms crossed behind his head as he stares up at the brilliant stars in the clear, night sky. He seems almost ethereal, bathed as he is in the bluish glow of the light stick. The warmth I felt earlier comes back, slipping through me and filling me with another kind of glow that calms my fear. Feeling his radiating body heat, my breathing slows. He’s too perfect looking to be real. This has to be a dream after all. With that thought, I relax enough to sleep.”
And Trey…..oh my!! *Swoon* He is so luscious even though Kricket basically considers him the bad guy. He is bossy, pigheaded, a little bit sexist and completely flabbergasting! However, I would rather have him than Kyon any day!!!
“This is the problem with authority that you alluded to last night?” Trey asks, leaning his face close to mine.
“No, this is survival, Trey. I’d love to coach you, but I charge for babysitting.”
“I have a feeling that you’ll be the navigator for my next thrill,” he replies, loosening his grasp on my arms with a scowl.
“Request permission to carry her down, sir.” Wayra says, staring at me.
“Denied,” Trey scowls with a clipped tone.
Trey tries to come off like a bad ass but I think he’s just a real softie at heart. He pretends to be in charge and know what he wants when he didn’t know he wanted her until he met her.
Trey’s jaw tenses. “We keep that a secret just between you and me. Promise.” Trey says adamantly, putting his hand on my hair and stroking it gently.
“Who am I going to tell?”
“Promise,” he says again. His hand moves to my cheek. He uses his thumb to wipe away a tear.
“Sure, I promise,” I agree, feeling a surge of desire at his touch. I resist the urge to rest my cheek against his chest.
I could go on and on and on quoting this book because there are so many wondrous and exhilarating passages. I love the vivid imagery that Amy uses when describing something. It could be a person or an inanimate object or an action. When you read this book (and other works by Amy), you feel as though you have been transported into the story and are living it first hand. That is how reading a book is supposed to make you feel. I wish I could shout it from the rooftops how great this book is. I wish I could buy everyone a copy of it and make them read it. If I could read it to everyone in the world I would do it. Trust me. It is that good. But, you just need to get a copy of this book and read it yourself. Trust me on this and take the leap and read it. When have I ever steered you wrong??? Now, I am going to end this review so I can go read it…..again.
5++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ X Infinity!!
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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.