Kricket Book Two; Must be read in order
Genre: YA/NA Sci-fi/Fantasy Romance
Eighteen-year-old Kricket Hollowell was looking for her place in the world when she discovered that the universe was bigger—and more dangerous—than she had ever dreamed. Now, whisked across space to the planet Ethar, Kricket learns that her genetic ability to see the future makes her a sought-after commodity…and the catalyst for war between her star-crossed parents’ clans. According to Alameedan prophecy, one house will rise to power and the other will be completely wiped out, and Kricket’s precognition is believed to be the weapon that will tip the scales.
A target of both the Rafe and the Alameeda houses, Kricket finds protection—and a home—in the arms of Trey, her Etharian bodyguard-turned-boyfriend. But her visions of what’s to come disturb her deeply, especially since she must discover whether the gift of foresight will allow her to rewrite the future, or if her fate is as immovable as the stars.
Thrilling. Exciting. Non-stop action the whole way through. I mean, good lord I had sweaty palms throughout the entire book! My eyes kept scanning ahead without my permission because I was worried every second that what was good was going to turn bad, and needed reassurance before I read the part I was originally reading so that I could know things were safe, at least for a little while.
Kricket, if I haven’t said before, is a badass. She’s resilient, self-sacrificing, brave, and cunning. A life in and out of despicable foster homes with no one to trust, and a system to fear, it’s honestly not surprising she is the way she is. Her heart is hardened and guarded, but once someone enters past those walls she is a savage at protecting them. Even if it’s from herself. Her and Trey’s journey to protect others and each other is never easy; no, in fact it gets more difficult as they go. She’s in this more to save him than herself now no matter what it costs. Trey, the strong-hearted soldier who would do anything for Kricket, continues to stand by his woman and fight along with her. He may not be gifted like her, but his mind is its own unique gift where he’ll find his ways to strengthen their side of the war. The political intrigue, the mastermind of deception of evil characters, and the sheer want of freedom will keep you rooting for Kricket to win.
Beneath the non-stop action lay the foundation of romance. Trey and Kricket become ever closer, and their passion truly ignited. Here’s where the YA/NA crossover happened, and it’s filled with fire. The constant struggle and battle disappears for a few brief moments in which we see them grow as a couple, and watch how that affects them individually. The loving tenderness in which Trey wraps her inside of his warmth, to allow her to let her shields down, and to be the person she always needed. A place to breathe a sigh of relief in protection of each other’s arms.
The battle is far from over. Kyon, that >beep< >beep< seems to constantly be nipping at their heels. I am beyond impatient to see their final chapter, to watch Kricket and Trey overcome every obstacle in their path: greed, deceit, politics, destiny, prophecy. It was a well-woven story with a truly resilient and fire-filled female character that will make you cheer for her because she’s everything we all wish to be. She is inspiring and all powerful for her mind, regardless of her beauty. Ms. Bartol did a fantastic job of painting a truly exciting tale, and I’m anxious for the final battle.
Kricket Book One
Kricket Book Three
Release Date: September 8, 2015
♦ABOUT THE AUTHOR♦
I live in Michigan with my husband and our two sons. My family is very supportive of my writing. When I’m writing, they often bring me the take-out menu so that I can call and order them dinner. They listen patiently when I talk about my characters like they’re real. They rarely roll their eyes when I tell them I’ll only be a second while I finish writing a chapter…and then they take off their coats. They ask me how the story is going when I surface after living for hours in a world of my own making. They have learned to accept my “writing uniform” consisting of a slightly unflattering pink fleece jacket, t-shirt, and black yoga pants. And they smile at my nerdy bookishness whenever I try to explain urban fantasy to them. In short, they get me, so they are perfect and I am blessed