by Mara Gan
Genre: YA/NA Sci-fi Romance
Release Date: September 12th 2017
Inkspell Publishing
Duty and prophecy get in the way of everything.
All I ever wanted to do was read my books, play my sports, and help people. Life and prophecy had other things in mind.
Helping people is what I do; as an empath and semi-frequent telepath, I can easily sense and understand people's needs and emotions. Sometimes even before they do. Being able to read everyone’s thoughts and feelings all the time can drive me crazy with anxiety, but that moment when I can finally make someone’s life better makes everything worth it.
Unfortunately, I’m also the next in line to rule the galaxy, I’m the only diplomat most planets will listen to, assassins try to kill me on an annoyingly regular basis, and a much-vaunted Prophecy has decreed that I’m going to die. Oh, and someone blew up my home planet.
Kind of a lot to deal with, right?
Too bad I just got another problem: a big, irritating, overbearing bodyguard with serious anger management issues.
And I think I’m falling for him.
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Excerpt:
It was
a rather startling revelation to note that planetwide destruction was,
objectively speaking, gorgeous.
I
couldn’t even be bitter about it; bitter was a bland and wise emotion, one that
involved thought and careful consideration. I had no such coherence. All I had
was awe and fear, in no particular order, all blended together like a merry
go-round that had spun out of control.
I was
well aware that I was in shock. But really, how were you supposed to react when
the sky was throwing volcanoes at you? Was there a rulebook for this sort of
thing? I’d been trained in all sorts of political and diplomatic scenarios, but
this was hardly any of those things. I even knew quite a bit about interstellar
law, which was pretty good for an eleven-year-old. But genocide… genocide was
new, even for a galaxy as screwed up as ours was. A species here, a race there,
but never a planet. Did the word genocide even apply when a whole planet was
being eradicated? Did we need to invent a new word for what was being done to
my home? Somehow planetocide sounded
ridiculous and insufficient. But then, I doubted a word would ever exist that
could quite convey the present situation. Language just didn’t have that kind
of depth.
Emotions,
though; images, feelings… that could do it. Except my species was the only one
in the galaxy capable of sensing another’s emotions, but that wouldn’t matter
much once this destruction was over. Words would be all that were left.
Author Spotlight:
A Pacific Northwesterner by birth and disposition, Mara has lived in Washington DC, Oregon, Japan, and most recently the beautiful Pacific Grove, California, before returning to her roots in Seattle. By day she teaches history to unsuspecting teenagers, and by night she writes books and travels to far-flung places. She loves to be with animals, read, play sports, and drink more London Fogs than is likely good for her.
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