"Sexy, electrifying...an edgy, page-turning series. Brilliantly conceived and executed." --Library Journal
"[Colleen Gleason's] vision of the future is dark, complex, and sharply original." --Nalini Singh
"Atmospheric and dark, filled with high-stakes action, sizzling romance, and set against a shadowy, post-apocalyptic world that's as fascinating as the varied cast of characters who inhabit it." --Lara Adrian
"[Colleen Gleason] makes even the end of the world sexy!" --Kathryn Smith, USA Today bestselling author
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When doctor Elliott Drake emerges from a cave after a time travel of fifty years into the future, the world as he knew it is gone. Post-apocalyptic cities are now overgrown jungles, and what's left of civilization has been repressed by crystal-wearing immortal beings. But even more unsettling: sexy, strong Elliott has acquired an extraordinary ability--the paranormal, superhuman power to heal.
But even that psychic gift, in a world that lacks the technology and infrastructure of his past, is a two-edged sword for Elliott.
Strong-willed Jade Kapiza, who'd been imprisoned by the immortal beings, has been in hiding for years. But now she's determined to help the human race fight back against the control of her captors. She can trust no one...but when sexy, kind Elliott comes into her life, he pushes at her defenses and begins to tear down the walls she's built so carefully.
Yet the mysterious doctor seems to have secrets of his own. Can Jade trust Elliott with her heart, even as they risk their lives to save a band of innocents?
And can Elliott find a new place for himself--a home, a love--in this new, ravaged world?
Genre: FICTION / Romance / GeneralNight closed upon them.
The cluster of young people realized it at the same moment, as the sun dipped suddenly behind the jagged horizon, permitting only a thread of gray to illuminate their stark faces. Laughter and conversation evaporated, leaving them silent and uneasy.
Their vehicle sat where they’d left it, several miles away. The stupid thing had clunked to a halt two hours ago, and wouldn’t start again. With the optimism of youth, fueled by the frenetic energy of the verboten crystal dust, they’d decided to continue to the meeting place on foot, unaware of how quickly the sun had begun to dip. Anything had seemed possible at the time they set out from their broken down van.
But now….
The buildings—mossy, moldering ruins which, during day, might offer shelter—now loomed over them, close and eerie with their pitched angles and jutting beams broken by the sprout of a tree or hanging vine. Large trees grew in the middle of what had once been streets, and the glint of eyes low to the ground accompanied the scamper of animal feet.
Even without the influence of the crystal dust, the place would have been sinister and alarming…but the gritty, mind-altering dust made it even more so.
The smashed and rusted-out vehicles with missing windows and upholstered with fuzzy green moss lined the street, appearing larger, and more fearsome than the inanimate lumps they really were. None of these abandoned cars, sitting next to broken and bent signs and parking meters, had been started for decades and wouldn’t be of any help to them.
