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Title: Wild Sky
Authors: Suzanne and Melanie Brockmann
Release Date: October 6, 2015
Publisher: Sourcebooks Fire
Genre: Young Adult (Paranormal)

Summary
Skylar is a girl with extraordinary power. A girl with a
mission to use her Greater-Than gifts to stop the makers of Destiny from getting
people hooked on their deadly drug. But Sky is still mastering her new
abilities, and her first mission to destroy a Destiny lab leaves her best friend
addicted to the drug. For a few days Cal will be able to walk again – until it
kills him. Time is running out for Sky to save the world without sacrificing her
friends, to become truly Greater-Than…
Buy Links
Amazon –  http://bit.ly/YAWild
Barnes and Noble – http://bit.ly/1WpnUkB
Biography

Suzanne Brockman, a New York Times and USA
Today
bestselling romance author, has won 2 RITA awards, numerous RT
Reviewers’ Choice, and RWA’s #1 Favorite Book of the Year three years running.
She has written over 50 books, and is widely recognized as a “superstar of
romantic suspense” (USA Today). Suzanne and her daughter, Melanie
Brockmann, have been creative partners, on and off, for many years. Their first
project was an impromptu musical duet, when then-six-month-old Melanie surprised
and delighted Suz by matching her pitch and singing back to her. Suzanne splits
her time between Florida and Massachusetts while Mel lives in Sarasota, Florida.
NIGHT SKY is Mel’s debut and Suzanne’s 55th book. Visit Suzanne at www.SuzanneBrockmann.com.

Message From The Authors Suzanne and Melanie Brockmann

MelWild Sky is a
paranormal story, set in Florida, approximately fifty years in the future. In
this world, a small percentage of people, mostly girls and young women, are born
with a chemical in their blood that gives them superpowers like telekinesis or
extraordinary strength.
Suz: Nicknamed
“Greater-Thans” or “G-Ts,” these girls have been targeted for kidnapping by bad
guys who harvest their blood and use it to manufacture a drug called “Destiny.”
Destiny is extremely expensive, highly addictive, and ultimately fatal, but
before the user dies from it, the drug reverses the aging process, heals illness
and injury, and gives the addict super powers, too.
Mel:  It’s pretty scary
stuff!  Oh, and just an FYI: Although Wild Sky is the sequel to Night
Sky
, you don’t have to read Night Sky for Wild Sky to make
sense!
Suz:  All you really need to
know is that in Night Sky sixteen-year-old Skylar Reid discovers that
she’s a Greater-Than with some serious superpowers. 
Mel: And that Sky and her
best friend Calvin–a really upbeat kid who’s spent most of his life in a
wheelchair–have some dangerous adventures with another tough-girl G-T named
Dana, and Dana’s extremely (ahem) attractive sidekick
Milo.
Suz: Sky and Milo really hit
it off, so in Wild Sky, they’re a bit of an item.
Mel:  A bit! In Wild
Sky,
Sky and her friends get into more trouble as they search for Dana’s
sister, Lacey, who disappeared years ago and has been presumed
dead.
Suz: But now Sky’s got reason
to believe Lacey’s being held captive in a Destiny “farm.”  And of course, high
jinks ensue, and our beloved character Calvin is put into extreme
danger–although throughout most of it, he holds onto his crazy sense of
humor!
Mel: We both love Calvin very
much!
Suz: And Sky does, too!  When
we developed the Night Sky series, we wanted to center it around a main
character we could easily relate to. And even though we grew up in very
different circumstances –
Mel: Mom has an older sister,
I have a younger brother. My dad was a lawyer, my mom a writer. My mom’s parents
were both teachers.
Suz: I grew up listening to
the Beatles –
Mel: Christina
Aguilera.
Suz:  Watching Star
Trek
.
Mel: Full
House
.
Suz: Paul
Newman!
Mel: Bradley
Cooper!
Suz: But despite all of those
superficial differences, Mel and I shared experiences far too common to teenage
girls. Waves of self-doubt, with occasionally soul-crushing periods of
insecurity.
Mel: Yet even at our lowest
moments, we knew that there were things we were really good at.
Suz: And that’s where Sky
came from. A young woman whose primary goal is to fit in with her peers, but
whose G-T status makes that virtually impossible. Or so she
believes.
Mel: Of course, her friends
recognize Sky for who she really is – a funny, loyal young woman with a huge
heart — whose superpowers only add to her awesomeness.  But for Skylar, nothing
comes easy. Everything seems to be on shaky ground – her budding romantic
relationship with Milo, her ability to help Dana find Lacey, even her friendship
with Calvin.
Suz: It’s that very human mix
of vulnerabilities and strengths that make Skylar so special.
Mel: We hope readers see
Wild Sky as not just a really exciting, action-packed adventure, but a
story about Skylar’s quest – and really every teenage girl’s quest — to own her
awesome.
Suz: Because we truly believe that everyone is born
with abilities that – no matter how seemingly small or insignificant — should
be recognized and celebrated! It is our differences that make us
Greater-Than.
Wild Sky Excerpt

I wish I
could say I’d
never witnessed a windshield shatter before, but I’d
been in a
terrible car accident a
few years
back, so I
knew exactly what it looked and sounded
like.
There’s
a weird
silence that happens immediately after
something like that, in
which everything seemed to
occur in slo-mo. I
forced my
mouth to move.
“Gunshot!” I
shouted, because I
could see
both Cal
and Garrett looking wildly around, trying to
process exactly what
that noise
was and
what had
just happened. “Bullet to
car window! Over
to the
right.”
The broken windshield belonged to
a beat-up sedan parked two
slots down
from us
in the
Sav’A’Buck lot.
Someone had
fired
a gun,
just once,
probably from
somewhere near
the grocery store’s front
doors, judging from
that broken front
window. Shards
of glass
made tinkling sounds as
they careened off
the front of
the car
and onto the
pavement.
“Gunman at
the store door, get down get down get down!” Calvin shouted, and
I stupidly turned to
look instead of
diving onto the
floor of his car,
and he grabbed me
by the
shirt and yanked me
down just
as the shooter must’ve flipped the
switch from
one shot to massacre,
and the gun began going off, popping bullets through the air.
BOOM BOOM BOOM POP BOOM!
I braced for them to
hit Cal’s car,
covering my
head as I
prepared for
a rain of
glass, but the man with the giant gun must’ve been pointing it
in a different direction, because I
heard the
ping of punctured metal and breaking glass, but it wasn’t from our car.
I could hear
someone screaming—high-pitched and
frantic—even as
Garrett yelled, “Calvin, drive!”
“Don’t,” I
told Cal as
I closed my
eyes and focused on
that glimpse I’d seen before he’d pulled me to relative safety.
Single
gunman. Carrying…
A big gun. And something else…?
I focused on
calling up the
image, and yes,
he was carrying some-
thing under his
left arm, some
kind of brightly colored sack, with
his assault rifle
tucked into his
right elbow—this tall,
broad man,
maybe twenty years old, buzz cut, scar above his eyebrow.
That screaming—it had
been a child’s voice. She
was silent now,
but I realized with a
flash that I
hadn’t seen a
colorful bag but instead the
cheerfully patterned clothing of
a little girl.
That man with
the gun was abducting a
little girl. And I bet I knew why.
“Gimme!” I
said and reached back
to grab one
of the water
guns from beside Garrett.
“Sky!” Cal
exclaimed. “Don’t—”
I didn’t wait
to hear
what he
thought I
shouldn’t do.
I’d yanked my
hood up
over my
head, hiding my
red hair
and as
much of
my face
as I
could, and
I was
already out
of the
car and
on the
asphalt, heading toward the
man who
was still firing that
gun. He
was using it
not to
kill, thank goodness, but
to keep the
little girl’s family from following him.
I could
see with
just one
glance that
she was
unconscious, as
he tossed
her none too
carefully into the
passenger seat of
his shiny black Bimmer.
He had
a nice car.
And I was
pretty sure
I knew how
he’d paid
for it—by kidnapping little girls like this one, like Sasha, too, and selling them to the Destiny makers.
Mother. Effer.
Hey! ” I
belted out. But
my voice was
buried beneath the
cacophony of his
weapon. I
had to move
fast, or he
was going to
get into his snazzy car and
that little girl would be gone.
I took a
deep breath and
concentrated. Water versus bullets? Not
normally much of a contest there.
But I could
do this. Couldn’t I?
Suddenly, I
heard Dana’s voice
in my
head, shouting Fail!
Fail! What
are you
doing, Bubble Gum? You
have no
backup, you
have no
plan!
What
was I doing? This was insane.
Still thoughts. I
closed my eyes
and pictured Milo.
I breathed him,
I felt him, I heard
him. Still thoughts, Sky. Just let it go
And in that moment in
which I was
specifically not thinking about what I
was about to
do or what the consequences would be
if I failed, I felt
and then saw
my enormous pile
of plastic water pistols—there were
sixteen of them
total—shoot out from
the backseat of
Calvin’s car
and through the
passenger side window that
I’d left
open. They streamed toward me like metal particles toward a magnet.
Then, just as
quickly, all but one—a little green one—swooped in front
of me before lining
up and hovering in
midair.
The
little green plastic water gun
zoomed over
to the man with the
real gun and smacked him in
the face.
“What the
hell…?” He
fumbled his weapon as
he turned to
see me
standing there—me and
that collection of
water guns—and his
eyes widened.
“Holy shit, Sky!” With
the noise from
the assault weapon silenced, I
could hear Garrett shouting, and
I winced inwardly because he’d
used my name.
But whatever he
said next was
muffled, and Cal’s voice
rang out instead. “Hoshitski, look out!”
It was
an intentional misdirect, and
I tried to
stand like a
Hoshitski might, no
doubt surly from
years of
being teased. I
pitched my voice lower and ordered, “Drop it! Now!”
The gunman’s wide
eyes narrowed, and
we both
knew he wasn’t
going to drop
his weapon, so
before he
could turn and
kill me, I
let loose my
TK and blasted him.
All of those plastic guns
shot water from
their barrels with
the intensity of
sixteen narrow but
powerful fire
hoses, and it
sent the man
down onto
the ground so
hard that
I heard his head as it smacked against the
pavement.
The gun he’d
been holding clattered to
the ground.
All of my
weapons ceased water-fire
and dropped onto
the pavement in front of the unconscious shooter.
The
silence that followed was
eerie. I felt
a little dazed, standing there with
a single, silly-looking pink
water gun still
in my hand,
staring at the
downed man
and his big
real gun, and
then over
at the bullet-riddled storefront of the Sav’A’Buck.

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