I have a weakness for sci-fi books with cool heroines, so here I am again with another blog tour and this time it’s for the intriguing Sky’s End by author Lesley Young.
By the way, Lesley will be awarding a $75 Amazon GC to a randomly drawn winner via Rafflecopter during the tour. Woot. Checkitout.
About the book
A secret she must never share. A secret that two warring species are determined to control. A universe’s future at stake.
Twenty-year-old Cassiel Winters joins Earth’s new space academy in hopes of finding her brother, one of Command’s top pilots and her only family, who’s been reported MIA. But she quickly realizes she may not be cut out for life in space, where female cadets are outnumbered, competition’s fierce, and she’s already failed her hand-to-hand combat test once.
Even the station’s most respected officer, Lt. Damian King, probably can’t help Cassiel pass the second time around – so why is he so interested in her progress? If only one of her freaky déjà vu visions would offer an answer instead of mysterious messages like hide.
When Cassiel’s manipulated into a perilous mission, she encounters a warrior species bred to protect the universe from an even greater threat. And she learns that her secret visions are at the heart of it all.
Now Cassiel must fight to control her own destiny and race to save her brother – even if it means pretending to be the pawn of Prime Or’ic, the cold-as-steel Thell’eon leader. Even if it means risking her life, facing hard truths, and making the ultimate sacrifice.
About the author
Journalist Lesley Young never thought she would delve into the world of writing fiction, but when she sat down for the first time to put pen to paper, ideas for what would become her first novel just poured out naturally. Young’s first book, “Sky’s End,” is a multi-genre tale that showcases her unique style of weaving romance, action and wit into one page-burning story.
Young was born in Edmonton, Alberta in Canada. She holds an arts degree from the University of Alberta and a journalism degree from the University of Victoria.
Young now lives in Loretto, Ontario where she works as a journalist, freelance writer and editor for health, décor and business magazines. Since 2008, Young has written more than 300 articles for print and online media including Profit, Toronto Life, MSN Green, and Elle Canada among others. She is a regular contributor to Reader’s Digest, Best Health, Canadian Living and House and Home Magazine.
Soul Mate Publishing releases “Sky’s End” on July 15 in paperback and e-book. The novel is Young’s first installment in a series about Cassiel Winters, a futuristic heroine, and her outer space escapades.
Read an excerpt from Sky’s End
Panicked, I open my eyes to a chiseled, tattooed, size extra-large man sizing me up.
I exhale, cautiously. ESE was right. Being a woman just saved me, for now. He’s similar in size and overall appearance as the two Thell’eons I just stunned. Closer, his sleeveless cloak appears to be made of some metallic fabric. Uh, his broad chest and ripped stomach are completely exposed. What gives with these guy’s physiques? He has enviably high cheekbones and a full mouth. I’d already noticed his eyes, big, heavy-lidded and green, brighter than human green eyes would be.
For a moment he stares at me with those gems, and a sensation like when your hair stands on end spreads in me. I should at least try to appear to be a force to be reckoned with, or maybe now is the time to ‘engage’ him, but all I really want, no, all I really need to do, is to whimper. I manage not to.
I’m still holding my gun, but it’s not pointed at him. In fact, my hands are out. Apparently, my first instinct is to surrender (chicken heart!). Having my freedom taken away from me so swiftly is a new and horrifying experience.
Just now, his expression softens and he looks … amused? I guess he has decided I am no threat. Screw him. Without thinking, I raise my gun, pointing it at his chest, my heart thudding in time with the ship’s alarm.
He stiffens slightly, but knits his eyebrows, as if to say Come now, you can’t be serious.
I don’t even bother giving him my badass face. I’m pretty sure my face is frozen into one singular expression: fear.
My arm’s tired holding the Derri (I’m so out of energy right now), so I pocket the decoder and hold it with both hands. He smiles like he’s indulging me.
“Status?” a deep voice comes over our earpieces, startling me.
Green Eyes looks at my earpiece, stares at my face intensely, then responds in a deep, slightly raspy, voice. “I’ve got the human . . . female. She’s on—”
There’s a long pause. I’m guessing ‘female’ got their attention. I’m also guessing he’s warned his leader than I’m on their com system. The rest of his speech was scrambled by the translator.
“On our way. Hold position,” says the voice. Oh no. Definitely not. I can’t face any more than one of these guys at a time.
The thought is unacceptable. I step back impulsively. “Don’t move,” barks Green Eyes, loud and clear.
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