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by Tracey Martin
(Redzone #1) 
Published by: Samhain Publishing
Publication date: May 19th 2015
Genres: New Adult, Science Fiction, Thriller

What the mind forgets, the heart remembers.

Alone in a train station bathroom, Sophia Hernandez has no memory of who she is or how she got there. All she’s certain of are three things: her college ID is a lie, bad people are coming for her, and no one can be trusted.

The only clue to her past is the fellow student who finds her. Although Sophia’s gut tells her Kyle is lying when he claims he can’t help her, his touch makes her heart race. Is it because of a red-hot natural attraction, or a missing memory of something far more dangerous?

As two mysterious, menacing men chase them from the station, Sophia’s memories return in frustrating fragments. So do deadly skills she didn’t know she had. In the next forty-eight hours, a loved one’s life will be on the line as she sifts through a mounting tangle of secrets and lies.
Including the most heart-wrenching secret of all. Not only isn’t she a normal college student, she isn’t even a normal human.

Warning: Contains one girl who is more than she seems, one boy who knows more than he’s telling, and enough twists to give you whiplash. Expect explosions of all kinds.

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“You okay?” Kyle asks. “More coming back?”

“Yeah, but nothing useful.” That’s a stretch, although I wouldn’t classify my memories about AnChlor or Kyle’s weird snooping as useful so much as revealing. Mostly of things I’m not sure I want to know.

Part of me is tempted once more to confront Kyle, but something stills my tongue. Another training instinct, I think. Kyle doesn’t realize that I know something about him. It might be useful to keep that memory to myself.

“Something’s got to be better than nothing,” he says.

The elevator dings and the doors open, depositing us on a random floor. The décor in this part of the building is very different. Instead of warm earth tones, the walls are white and sterile. I can’t help but think they give off an unfriendly vibe—lab-like. I don’t care for this section at all.

“Are you still angry at me?” Kyle asks.

We back up against the wall as a technician comes through. She pushes some kind of machine on wheels, and I wait for her to pass before answering. Her purple scrubs look totally cheery and out of place.

Although I’m fairly sure I shouldn’t trust him, I offer Kyle a weak smile. “I’m not angry. Just frustrated, and I’m sorry I snapped at you. I remember when you asked me out. You had a leaf in your hair. Did you know that?”

I didn’t. Not until the words came out of my mouth. Why aren’t the pleasant memories returning in as much detail as the unpleasant? Life is so unfair.

“I did?” Kyle runs his hand through his hair, then seems to realize what he’s doing. “That’s humiliating.”

“I liked the leaf. It was a souvenir of rolling on the grass together.” My brain doesn’t remember that either, not consciously. But whoa—my body sure does.

“Yeah? Well, I liked rolling on the grass together.” He takes my hands, tentatively, like he’s afraid I’ll twist his arms again. Then suddenly he’s standing so close. And getting closer. My back hits the wall, and I’m glad it’s there, supporting me.

Is it wrong that, in this moment, I don’t care if Kyle is this nameless enemy of mine? I want to pull him against me the rest of the way. Press my lips into his and his body into mine. Make myself forget all the unpleasant things I’m starting to remember and create newer, better memories. I’m burning up in my clothes and don’t care about anything else.

His nose touches mine. The gap between us is narrower than ever. Yet as I hold my breath, it’s achingly wide.

Then a door opens down the hall, and my eyes open.


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