Message From The Authors Suzanne and Melanie Brockmann
Mel: Wild 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.
Book Information
Title: Wild Sky
Authors: Suzanne and Melanie Brockmann
Release Date: October 6, 2015
Publisher: Sourcebooks Fire
Genre: Young Adult (Paranormal)
Book Cover: Attached
Author Photo: Attached
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...
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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.
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