"[Colleen Gleason's] vision of the future is dark, complex, and sharply original." --Nalini Singh
"Sexy, violent, electrifying...[an] electrifying, page-turning series...brilliantly conceived and executed." --Library Journal
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The world they knew is ashes.
The world that remains is in peril.
And five extraordinary survivors are humankind's last, best hope.
The Change that devastated the earth did not destroy Theo Waxnicki. It made him something more than human--eternally young, eternally beautiful...but not immortal. When he dies on a mission against the Strangers, he is lost to the darkness...until a miracle lady brings him back.
Born during the apocalyptic storms and earthquakes that left the world in ruins, Selena has dedicated her life to easing the pain of others. But Theo is the first in her care to survive.
Responding to Selena's tender touch, Theo starts to live again, to feel and desire again. But joined in a world of terrors, the secrets they can never share make them targets. And love could be the ultimate betrayal.
Genre: FICTION / Romance / General“What the hell do you mean, you lost Theo?” Lou Waxnicki heard his own voice rise and crack, not with age but with fear and disbelief. He looked up at the massive man looming over him. For once, Fence didn’t have that devil-may-care glint in his eyes.
In fact, the guy looked downright miserable, and the misery had nothing to do with the streaked blood dried on his coffee-colored face or the way he cradled his left arm. Lou saw the red and swelling flesh on his chin and arms and knew it would turn purple and green with bruising by the next day. He’d been in some hellacious fight, but the real misery was in his eyes, bloodshot and dull with pain.
“And Quent? Where the hell is he?” Lou demanded, but in a marginally lower voice. “Did he find his father?”
Theo was Lou’s twin brother, and he and Fence had insisted on going with Quent on that suicidal mission—to find his father, who was one of the leaders of the immortal Elite.
Sage had risen from her computer chair and placed her cool hands on his shoulders, a thumb brushing the edge of his gray ponytail. “What happened?” she asked, squeezing gently in a silent suggestion of patience. Her fingers, strong from working on the keyboards day after day, were firm and sure.
And how frail he felt, even to himself, under those slim fingers. How old and frail. Lou and Theo were both seventy-eight years old, but through a crazy twist of fate, Theo had been affected physically so that he’d hardly aged in the last fifty years. He still looked the same as he had when the cataclysmic events of the Change had occurred, leaving Lou to seem more like his grandfather than his twin.
“We were captured by one of the bounty hunters and Theo was shot. Bad. In the chest..."
