Liberation
Moonchild, #2
by Kate
L. Mary
Publication
date: November 1st 2016
Genres:
Post-Apocalyptic, Young Adult
From two-time award-winning author, Kate L. Mary, comes the sequel to MOONCHILD, “a much needed breath of fresh air in the world of YA fantasy.”
BLURB
After surviving the auction and a near
death experience at the hands of Asher’s father, Scarlett Moon is more than
ready for life to settle down, and with each passing day she starts to feel
more at home in Columbus. Even with Asher ready for more than Scarlett can
give, she manages to fall into a routine that almost feels like a normal life.
But one distress call is all it
takes to destroy the serenity the group has managed to build.
As far as anyone knew, Paget had
moved on with her life after storming out months ago, but the fear in her voice
when she calls the warehouse tells a different story. Even though Scarlett
never liked Asher’s ex to begin with, she can’t help feeling a little bit
responsible for Paget’s situation.
Searching in the seediest part of
the city, the group picks up clues as they try to piece together what might
have happened. The more Scarlett learns about what the other woman has been
through over the last few months, the more concerned she becomes. Even worse:
there’s no sign of Paget anywhere in Columbus.
With all the clues pointing in
one direction, the group leaves the city and heads for Hocking Hills. Only it
seems the danger may have followed them, leaving nothing but death and
destruction in its wake and putting Paget in more danger than ever before. As
Scarlett learns more about the woman who used to hold Asher’s heart, she
suddenly finds herself unable to deny how she really feels about him. Only,
with Paget in trouble, Scarlett can’t help wondering if Asher might still have
feelings for his ex.
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He runs his hand down the side of my head, trailing my dark hair
through his fingers. It’s gotten longer since we arrived in Columbus, down to
the middle of my back, and when his hand reaches the end of my hair, his
fingers brush against my arm. My skin tingles, and I take a deep, calming
breath. How does he always do this?
“Moonchild,” he whispers, leaning even closer. “What’s with that
name, anyway? I’ve been asking you for months, and you never answer me.”
His eyes burn into mine, and I swallow. I don’t like to share. I
hate being vulnerable. Especially with Asher. But my head is spinning and he’s
so close, and before I have a chance to even think about it, I blurt out the
words, “It’s a nickname my mom gave me.”
He freezes and his eyes hold mine, but his expression is
unreadable. “Your mom?”
A tiny voice buried deep in my brain tells me to stop talking.
This is what I’ve been trying to avoid for the past five months. Opening myself
up to Asher. Making our relationship more real. Sharing. He’s given so much of
himself to me. Shared his entire past. His mom’s murder, his time in the pits,
the murder he committed that got him sent to the mines. His father. All the
details and painful memories and how they’ve affected him. But I’ve told him
nothing other than general facts. My parents were killed, I was sent to an
orphan home, I ran away and spent time picking pockets before being caught and
sent to the mines. I’ve intentionally kept out all the emotional details.
But for some reason, right now, I don’t want to listen to that
voice. Not while Asher’s eyes are burning into mine, making everything hazy. I
feel drunk. Drunk on Asher.
“I’ve never been a good sleeper, even as a baby. I got my mom up
at least three times a night until I was four. My dad called me a night owl.” I
smile despite the stinging that has started at the back of my throat. “But my
mom corrected him. She said I was just a child of the moon. Her own little
Moonchild. It stuck.”
Asher’s expression is still blank, and he seems to be holding his
breath, almost like he’s afraid the littlest sound will break the spell and
I’ll curl into myself. He doesn’t want me to pull away from him, and even
though I know I should, I don’t want to either. No one has ever been as
welcoming and warm as Asher is.
“How did it end up on the wanted posters?” he whispers. “How did
they find out about something like that?”
I wince and want to look away from him. His expression is
unguarded, and it’s like he’s looking at me through a microscope.
“I don’t know,” I say softly. “Probably a neighbor or friend.
Someone who knew my parents. I never told anyone at the orphan home or in the
mines… I don’t know how they found out. But it hurts when I see it on the
posters. It twists the memories I have of my mom into something ugly and—” I
slam my mouth shut.
No. I’ve gone too far. I need to keep some of myself tucked away,
hidden from Asher and his disarming smile.
The expression in his eyes is different now. There’s hope swimming
in them now when he brushes my hair back, away from my face, the tips of his
fingers barely grazing my cheek. A tremble moves through me, and I suck in a
deep breath. I should leave while I still can. Being this close to Asher is
never a good idea.
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Author Info
Kate L.
Mary is an award-winning author of New Adult and Young Adult fiction, ranging
from Post-apocalyptic tales of the undead, to Speculative Fiction and
Contemporary Romance. Her YA book, When We Were Human, was the 2015 Children's
Moonbeam Book Awards Silver Medal Winner for Young Adult Fantasy/Sci-Fi
Fiction, and the 2016 Readers' Favorite Gold Medal Winner for Young Adult
Science Fiction. Fans of The Walking Dead won't want to miss out on her Amazon
Bestselling Broken World series, and the soon to come Twisted follow-up series.
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