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Mirror X

Author: Karri Thompson

Publisher: Entangled Teen

Release Date: 30th June 2014

Genre(s): Young Adult, Dystopian, Romance

Summary:

Cassie Dannacher wakes up in a hospital over 1,000 years into the future after her space capsule is retrieved from space. She soon learns that 600 years prior to her arrival, the earth was struck by a plague, killing over half of the world’s population. Naïve and desperate, Cassie, who longs for home and is having trouble adjusting to the new, dictatorial 31st century government, is comforted by Michael Bennett, the 20-year old lead geneticist at the hospital where she was revived.

But why is Cassie in genetics’ hospital in the first place, and why do several of the people around her seem so familiar, including Travel Carson, the hot and edgy boy she is fated to meet? Soon she discovers there is a sinister answer to all of her questions – and that they want something from Cassie that only she can give.


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About the Author:

Growing up in San Diego, California, Karri Thompson spent much of her years at the beach, reading novels, tanning, and listening to music. At SDSU, she earned a BA in English, MA in education, and her teaching credential. As a wife, mother, and high-school English teacher, she began writing novels, giving all of the compelling plots and unique characters in her head a home. Victorian literature rocks her socks, and when she’s not writing, jogging, going to concerts, or watching her son play football, she’s reading Dickens.

Find her at: http://www.karrithompson.com/


Excerpt

#1
“Welcome, Miss Dannacher,” said Dr. Little when I entered his office. “Thank you for agreeing to see me tonight.”

Did I have a choice? He motioned to one of the chairs on the other side of his desk, and I sat down, my nerves on fire. “So, what are we celebrating?” I asked as blasé as I could and looked over Dr. Little’s shoulder at his stone statue of Claus rather than making direct eyecontact with him.

“Something special, something very, very special. Something that should make you very, very happy. Making you happy and keeping you that way are very important to me.” The fervor in his eyes made me cringe.

Yeah, right. Then let me go. “Really, you could have fooled me. Don’t forget that I spent three weeks in solitary confinement.”

“That was for your own good. We couldn't have you trying to run away or consider hurting yourself again, now could we?” He smiled. “I can only hope it gave you time to think about how well you've been treated since your awakening. We gave you back your life— something that was impossible in your century—and in doing so, healed all of your injuries. We've provided you with food, clothing, a warm bed, and medical care.”

All of which were true, yet hard to appreciate considering why they brought me back to life in the first place. I didn’t get my old life back, but they did give me life.

“You can never give me what I really want.”

“That may be true, but we have given you something.”


#2


Michael took a seat on the edge of my bed, rocking me toward him. When the side of my thigh met his knee, my heart rate doubled, and I drew in a deep breath.

“Before you were awakened I spent hours at your bedside imaging what you were like, how your voice would sound, how you looked when you smiled. When your red lips pulsed, when your chest heaved, and you took your first breath, I kept my emotions in check. But now, now that you've ‘awakened,’ everything is different. I can’t sleep. I can’t stop thinking about you.”

I ignored the pain and tilted closer until the space between our faces was less than a foot. My heart, my mind, my soul—everything yearned for his affection at that moment.

“I feel the same way, too.”

I closed my eyes, wanting this handsome, earnest guy to take me into his arms and tell me he’d make them let me go. My lungs expanded with his warm breath and spicy scent. When his lips met mine, every atom in my body danced, urging me to pull him closer and tighten my grip upon his back.

His kissing became more fiery and I reacted by kissing him harder. It wasn’t until his mouth moved to my neck, that I came to my senses and drew away.

“Not yet,” I said, scooting away.

“I know,” he said between breaths, rising from the bed. His wiped his forehead with the sleeve of his uniform and returned to the chair. “I can’t…we can’t. We can never…,” he said abruptly. “It’s against protocol. I-I should go.”





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