by: Cindy R. Wilson
Genre: Teen/YA Paranormal Romance/Dystopian
Release Date: October 7, 2019
Publisher: Entangled Publishing ~ Crave
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They were never supposed to fall in love…
For years, our families have had one rule: We leave them alone. They leave us alone.
When Juno caught me scavenging for supplies in her family’s territory, I had no idea that the war between our two families was about to be pushed to the edge.
But she takes a chance on me. Trusts me. Lets me go.
Now there’s a greater threat to both sides. Someone’s stealing from my family, too.
And it’s up to me to find the thief before anyone else. Because if I can’t, both sides will blame each other. Rule broken. Game over. No one wins.
My only ally is Juno. The one girl I can’t be found with. The one girl who tempts me like no other. She’s the definition of off-limits. If our families knew how we look at each other, and kiss each other…
Star-crossed doesn’t even begin to describe our fate.
He was quiet and careful as he approached the water, continuing to watch the shore for any danger. He spotted the nets easily, just between the orange markers someone had put up. But when his shoe caught on a line of rope, he cursed and stumbled, catching himself so he wouldn’t drop face-first into the water.
Maddox squinted and reached for the rope. He gave it a tug. Heavy. He pulled with both hands, dragging in the line until he saw some sort of basket, something like the metal traps he used for rats. But this one wasn’t holding a rat. It was holding…a crab?
He blinked. Why hadn’t his community done something like this a long time ago? Fish and crab? They’d have food every single day. They’d—
A flicker of movement in the corner of his eye had Maddox jumping to his feet, stomach dropping in a moment of pure panic. He whipped around just in time to dodge a kick aimed right at his middle.
Water splashed on his pants as he stumbled backward into the surf. The person was smaller than him, lunging faster than he could blink. He reached automatically for his knife—a sharp piece of metal he’d scavenged from the bridge—but their attack came too fast.
One minute he was dodging a blade, and the next, he was flat on his back. Waves surged up the shore. They splashed his face, and he choked on a mouthful of water, barely rolling out of the way when the attacker came at him again. He blinked through the sting of saltwater to get his bearings. Then he swept his leg out and felt it connect. Years of instinct from fighting with his brother had him up in an instant. He yanked out his knife, crouched over the figure, and pressed the blade to their throat.
“Thief!” she shouted.
Maddox almost dropped the knife when he heard a woman’s voice. And when her hood fell back, revealing long hair that looked almost black in the surf, his breath caught. A girl? That’s who’d brought him down?
She’d lost her knife, and he caught the glint of it next to her in the sand. When she shifted to grab it, he pressed his blade closer to her throat. “Don’t you dare.”
Maddox squinted and reached for the rope. He gave it a tug. Heavy. He pulled with both hands, dragging in the line until he saw some sort of basket, something like the metal traps he used for rats. But this one wasn’t holding a rat. It was holding…a crab?
He blinked. Why hadn’t his community done something like this a long time ago? Fish and crab? They’d have food every single day. They’d—
A flicker of movement in the corner of his eye had Maddox jumping to his feet, stomach dropping in a moment of pure panic. He whipped around just in time to dodge a kick aimed right at his middle.
Water splashed on his pants as he stumbled backward into the surf. The person was smaller than him, lunging faster than he could blink. He reached automatically for his knife—a sharp piece of metal he’d scavenged from the bridge—but their attack came too fast.
One minute he was dodging a blade, and the next, he was flat on his back. Waves surged up the shore. They splashed his face, and he choked on a mouthful of water, barely rolling out of the way when the attacker came at him again. He blinked through the sting of saltwater to get his bearings. Then he swept his leg out and felt it connect. Years of instinct from fighting with his brother had him up in an instant. He yanked out his knife, crouched over the figure, and pressed the blade to their throat.
“Thief!” she shouted.
Maddox almost dropped the knife when he heard a woman’s voice. And when her hood fell back, revealing long hair that looked almost black in the surf, his breath caught. A girl? That’s who’d brought him down?
She’d lost her knife, and he caught the glint of it next to her in the sand. When she shifted to grab it, he pressed his blade closer to her throat. “Don’t you dare.”
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