Rush (The Game #1)
by Eve Silver
Release Date: June 11, 2013
Publisher: Harper Teen
Summary from Goodreads:
So what’s the game now? This, or the life I used to know?
When Miki Jones is pulled from her life, pulled through time and space into some kind of game—her carefully controlled life spirals into chaos. In the game, she and a team of other teens are sent on missions to eliminate the Drau, terrifying and beautiful alien creatures.
There are no practice runs, no training, and no way out. Miki has only the guidance of secretive but maddeningly attractive team leader Jackson Tate, who says the game isn’t really a game, that what Miki and her new teammates do now determines their survival, and the survival of every other person on this planet. She laughs. He doesn’t. And then the game takes a deadly and terrifying turn.
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There are no practice runs, no training, and no way out. Miki has only the guidance of secretive but maddeningly attractive team leader Jackson Tate, who says the game isn’t really a game, that what Miki and her new teammates do now determines their survival, and the survival of every other person on this planet. She laughs. He doesn’t. And then the game takes a deadly and terrifying turn.
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“You can lean on me,” Jackson says.
“I—”
“Lean on me.” Not an offer this time, an order.
I scoot over and lean my weight against his
arm.
“Not like that.” He shifts both of us around
until my back’s against one side of his chest, my head lolling sideways onto
his shoulder, our legs stretched out in front of us, side by side. Not perfect
on the comfort score, but better than it was a minute ago. He rests his chin
lightly on the top of my head and tells me, “Sleep.”
“What about you?”
“I’ll keep watch. I’ve been doing this long
enough that I don’t need rest while we’re on a mission.”
“What about Luka and Tyrone?”
“They won’t need to rest, either. You’re still
getting used to the jumps. By the next mission or the one after that, you’ll be
like us. A robo-soldier.” And there it is again, that thread of humor, like
he’s laughing at himself.
“Is that supposed to reassure me? ’Cause I
gotta tell ya, thinking about upcoming missions doesn’t exactly thrill me.”
I jump when his hands settle on my shoulders.
Then I sigh as he kneads my muscles. Long fingers. Strong hands. Some of my
tension slips away.
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