Quanta by Lola Dodge
Release Date: 13th October 2015
“Just because Quanta can see the future doesn’t mean she can change it. She’s spent most of her life imprisoned, feeding her captors information to keep herself alive, but she’s finally reached the endgame and her death creeps closer by the moment.
The son of two senators, Altair Orpheus leads a life of privilege that provides the perfect cover for his side job: working with the rebel Shadow Ravens to undermine the ruling Seligo government. Everything is running like clockwork until he crosses paths with Quanta. As he watches her deftly maneuver through life in a perverse prison, his plastic heart melts. A jailbreak would be suicide, but Tair is willing to sacrifice everything to give her a chance at happiness.
Now Quanta senses a terrifying new future brewing. She and Tair are bound together, but every image of them kissing, snuggling, and acting knee-weakeningly happy is balanced by a much darker possibility. They’ll be picture perfect together, but only until time rips them apart. How can she follow her heart when she’s seen how their love plays out?”
Tair annihilated me on the sim and for once, I didn’t give a flying fudge reindeer.
The timeghosts had gotten bored of kissing and now I was getting full-on caressing, nudity, and a soundtrack of bedroom moans. And I couldn’t not peek. Not when Tair looked that good shirtless, his head tipped back, sucking a breath through his teeth as I—
I shuddered and leaned against the sim room wall. I could not be expected to focus under these conditions.
Especially when us getting together was looking more and more likely. Short of knocking him unconscious with one of the prop crossbows, it might be too late to derail the train to make-out town. One kiss wouldn’t be so bad, but—
No. That was the problem right there. It would be a gateway kiss. Then there’d be tongue and heavy breathing and feelings. I needed to nip that right in the bud. Because after the kissing came all the dying.
The most annoying part was that Tair was totally oblivious to the chaos in my head.
“Should I take you back to your room?” Tair set his guns back on the shelf. “Your pulse is high.”
“Well, it would be,” I snapped. That happened when I got bombarded with images of him nipping my collarbone and running his hands all over me, because then I imagined what it would feel like in real life and Jesus Christmas. What was I supposed to do about that?
“Did I do something wrong?” He crouched near me, not close enough to make me uncomfortable, but close enough that I could see the golden shades of brown in his eyes, and that was uncomfortable in a whole different way.
I’d made a mistake. This was the most annoying part. He hadn’t done anything wrong.
Tair was playing his part to perfection. I was the one getting blown apart.
Getting thrown off my game.
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