Athena’s Ashes by Jamie Grey
(Star Thief Chronicles #2)
Publication date: August 26th 2014
Genres: New Adult, Romance, Science Fiction
See on: Goodreads
Buy from: Amazon (on release day)
It’s Renna’s biggest job yet – convincing MYTH leadership that
she’s put away her lock picks and is ready to save the galaxy, despite
the dangerous implant in her brain. But with the Athena on the run,
she’s working solo and facing her most ruthless enemy, the traitor
Pallas, who’ll go to any lengths to destroy the MYTH organization.
Including framing Renna for a devastating assault on MYTH HQ that leaves
their defenses crippled and hundreds dead.
Now that MYTH believes she’s a dangerous double-agent, Renna escapes their firing squad before they put more holes in her than a pair of fishnet stockings. But the ticking time-bomb in her head is the one thing Pallas needs to complete his master plan and he’s not about to let her get away. Even worse, he’s discovered the only thing that will bring Renna to her knees – threatening Captain Nick Finn.
Out of time and options, Renna’s got one shot to take down the traitor before he annihilates everything she loves, even though winning this battle may cost her everything.
Now that MYTH believes she’s a dangerous double-agent, Renna escapes their firing squad before they put more holes in her than a pair of fishnet stockings. But the ticking time-bomb in her head is the one thing Pallas needs to complete his master plan and he’s not about to let her get away. Even worse, he’s discovered the only thing that will bring Renna to her knees – threatening Captain Nick Finn.
Out of time and options, Renna’s got one shot to take down the traitor before he annihilates everything she loves, even though winning this battle may cost her everything.
Renna turned as Dr. Samil entered the room. The
young doctor wore a pleasant smile despite the slightly frazzled appearance of
her long blonde hair escaping the messy bun she always wore. Renna leaned back
against the edge of her bed. “Do you always have to look so happy at the
prospect of stabbing me with those instruments of torture?”
Dr. Samil’s blue eyes sparkled. “For someone
who’s done her share of killing, I can’t believe you have a needle phobia.”
“We all have our weaknesses,” Renna said with a
shrug. “Pointy, shiny, metal bloodsuckers just happen to be mine.”
Samil set her holopad down on the counter and
pressed her thumb to the scanner to unlock the drawer. She pulled out a tray of
tools. “I guess it’s time for the torture to begin.”
The doctor brushed her bangs back off her
forehead, and Renna gritted her teeth as she slid back onto the bed, preparing
to be poked.
“How’d the last test go? Is the implant fusing
normally?” Renna stared pointedly at the far wall as Samil fumbled with the
glinting needles on the tray. “Or whatever normal is in this screwed-up
situation.”
The doctor shook her head, flicking a finger
against one of the syringes before pushing the plunger. Pink-tinged liquid
squirted from the needle. “I wish I knew. I haven’t seen anything like this
before. It’s fascinating.” Her voice was full of that breathless excitement
Renna had come to hate. “Whatever Dr. Navang did prompted your ordinarily
harmless implant to start fusing directly with your nervous system. If my hunch
is right, any other cybernetic implants installed during this time would also
fuse to your body. You could even start picking up other electronic signals.”
Renna flinched. Not only because of the quick
jab of pain as the doctor deftly slid the needle into her arm, but because she
was already picking up those electronic signals. Things were progressing faster
than the doctor knew.
“Relax. I promise this won’t hurt.”
“That’s what Navang said.” Renna tilted her
head and fixed Samil with a frown. “And look how that turned out.”
Q: When did you know you wanted to be a writer?
Always? I remember writing down stories as a kid, making little books for my parents and illustrating them. Then about five years ago I stumbled on a critique site, joined and started getting feedback on my writing. I realized that maybe I could actually write things that people wanted to read. I’ve been hooked ever since!
Q: What drew you to the sci-fi genre?
It’s funny, I actually started out writing fantasy. I loved those kinds of books as a kid - getting lost in different worlds, meeting new people. But then I started watching a few sci-fi TV shows a couple of years ago and realized the two genres were actually similar, just with different settings. Somehow when I started writing sci-fi everything just clicked, I felt comfortable and at home. It was surprising, but I’m just going with it for now J I have to say, I’m kind of a genre chameleon so I’m sure I’ll be trying out something new soon!
Q: What do you want most to leave with your readers when they've shut the back cover?I think it was because I was a huge fan of sci-fi romance books and just didn’t find very many out there. So, basically I was trying to write the type of book I wanted to read! And I love space, so there’s that too!
I want them to be in love with the characters and world, and breathless from the ride. I want them to worry about what’s going to happen next. There’s nothing better than a reader who’s desperate to read your next book!
Jamie Grey spent most of her childhood writing stories about princesses
who saved the day and pretending to be a daring explorer. It wasn’t
until much later that she realized she should combine the two. Now, as a
tech-obsessed gamer geek, her novels mix amazing scientific
developments, future worlds, and the remarkable characters that live in
them.
Jamie lives in Michigan with her boyfriend and their pets, who luckily tolerate her overspending on tea, books, and video games. You can learn more about her at www.jamiegreybooks.com, or follow her on twitter via @jamie_grey.
Jamie lives in Michigan with her boyfriend and their pets, who luckily tolerate her overspending on tea, books, and video games. You can learn more about her at www.jamiegreybooks.com, or follow her on twitter via @jamie_grey.
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