Message From The Authors Suzanne and Melanie Brockmann
Mel: Wild Sky is a paranormal story, set in Florida, approximately fifty years in the future. In this world, a small percentage of people, mostly girls and young women, are born with a chemical in their blood that gives them superpowers like telekinesis or extraordinary strength.
Suz: Nicknamed “Greater-Thans” or “G-Ts,” these girls have been targeted for kidnapping by bad guys who harvest their blood and use it to manufacture a drug called “Destiny.” Destiny is extremely expensive, highly addictive, and ultimately fatal, but before the user dies from it, the drug reverses the aging process, heals illness and injury, and gives the addict super powers, too.
Mel: It’s pretty scary stuff! Oh, and just an FYI: Although Wild Sky is the sequel to Night Sky, you don’t have to read Night Sky for Wild Sky to make sense!
Suz: All you really need to know is that inNight Sky sixteen-year-old Skylar Reid discovers that she’s a Greater-Than with some serious superpowers.
Mel: And that Sky and her best friend Calvin--a really upbeat kid who’s spent most of his life in a wheelchair--have some dangerous adventures with another tough-girl G-T named Dana, and Dana’s extremely (ahem) attractive sidekick Milo.
Suz: Sky and Milo really hit it off, so in Wild Sky, they’re a bit of an item.
Mel: A bit! In Wild Sky, Sky and her friends get into more trouble as they search for Dana’s sister, Lacey, who disappeared years ago and has been presumed dead.
Suz: But now Sky’s got reason to believe Lacey’s being held captive in a Destiny “farm.” And of course, high jinks ensue, and our beloved character Calvin is put into extreme danger--although throughout most of it, he holds onto his crazy sense of humor!
Mel: We both love Calvin very much!
Suz: And Sky does, too! When we developed the Night Sky series, we wanted to center it around a main character we could easily relate to. And even though we grew up in very different circumstances –
Mel: Mom has an older sister, I have a younger brother. My dad was a lawyer, my mom a writer. My mom’s parents were both teachers.
Suz: I grew up listening to the Beatles –
Mel: Christina Aguilera.
Suz: Watching Star Trek.
Mel: Full House.
Suz: Paul Newman!
Mel: Bradley Cooper!
Suz: But despite all of those superficial differences, Mel and I shared experiences far too common to teenage girls. Waves of self-doubt, with occasionally soul-crushing periods of insecurity.
Mel: Yet even at our lowest moments, we knew that there were things we were really good at.
Suz: And that’s where Sky came from. A young woman whose primary goal is to fit in with her peers, but whose G-T status makes that virtually impossible. Or so she believes.
Mel: Of course, her friends recognize Sky for who she really is – a funny, loyal young woman with a huge heart -- whose superpowers only add to her awesomeness. But for Skylar, nothing comes easy. Everything seems to be on shaky ground – her budding romantic relationship with Milo, her ability to help Dana find Lacey, even her friendship with Calvin.
Suz: It’s that very human mix of vulnerabilities and strengths that make Skylar so special.
Mel: We hope readers see Wild Sky as not just a really exciting, action-packed adventure, but a story about Skylar’s quest – and really every teenage girl’s quest -- to own her awesome.
Suz: Because we truly believe that everyone is born with abilities that – no matter how seemingly small or insignificant -- should be recognized and celebrated! It is our differences that make us Greater-Than.
Wild Sky Excerpt
I wish I could say I’d never witnessed awindshield shatter before, but I’d been in aterrible car accident a few years back, so Iknew exactly what it looked and sounded like.
There’s a weird silence that happensimmediately after something like that, inwhich everything seemed to occur in slo-mo. Iforced my mouth to move.
“Gunshot!” I shouted, because I could seeboth Cal and Garrett looking wildly around,trying to process exactly what that noise wasand what had just happened. “Bullet to carwindow! Over to the right.”
The broken windshield belonged to a beat-upsedan parked two slots down from us in theSav’A’Buck lot. Someone had fired a gun, justonce, probably from somewhere near thegrocery store’s front doors, judging from thatbroken front window. Shards of glass madetinkling sounds as they careened off the frontof the car and onto the pavement.
“Gunman at the store door, get down getdown get down!” Calvin shouted, and Istupidly turned to look instead of diving ontothe floor of his car, and he grabbed me by theshirt and yanked me down just as the shootermust’ve flipped the switch from one shot tomassacre, and the gun began going off,popping bullets through the air.
BOOM BOOM BOOM POP BOOM!
I braced for them to hit Cal’s car, covering myhead as I prepared for a rain of glass, but theman with the giant gun must’ve been pointingit in a different direction, because I heard theping of punctured metal and breaking glass, but it wasn’t from our car.
I could hear someone screaming—high-pitched and frantic—even as Garrett yelled,“Calvin, drive!”
“Don’t,” I told Cal as I closed my eyes andfocused on that glimpse I’d seen before he’dpulled me to relative safety.
Single gunman. Carrying…
A big gun. And something else…?
I focused on calling up the image, and yes, hewas carrying some- thing under his left arm,some kind of brightly colored sack, with hisassault rifle tucked into his right elbow—thistall, broad man, maybe twenty years old, buzz cut, scar above his eyebrow.
That screaming—it had been a child’s voice.She was silent now, but I realized with a flashthat I hadn’t seen a colorful bag but insteadthe cheerfully patterned clothing of a little girl.That man with the gun was abducting a little girl. And I bet I knew why.
“Gimme!” I said and reached back to grabone of the water guns from beside Garrett.
“Sky!” Cal exclaimed. “Don’t—”
I didn’t wait to hear what he thought I shouldn’tdo. I’d yanked my hood up over my head,hiding my red hair and as much of my face asI could, and I was already out of the car andon the asphalt, heading toward the man whowas still firing that gun. He was using it not tokill, thank goodness, but to keep the little girl’sfamily from following him. I could see with justone glance that she was unconscious, as hetossed her none too carefully into thepassenger seat of his shiny black Bimmer. Hehad a nice car. And I was pretty sure I knewhow he’d paid for it—by kidnapping little girlslike this one, like Sasha, too, and selling them to the Destiny makers.
“Hey! ” I belted out. But my voice was buriedbeneath the cacophony of his weapon. I hadto move fast, or he was going to get into his snazzy car and that little girl would be gone.
I took a deep breath and concentrated. Waterversus bullets? Not normally much of a contest there.
But I could do this. Couldn’t I?
Suddenly, I heard Dana’s voice in my head,shouting Fail! Fail! What are you doing,Bubble Gum? You have no backup, you haveno plan!
What was I doing? This was insane.
Still thoughts. I closed my eyes and picturedMilo. I breathed him, I felt him, I heard him.Still thoughts, Sky. Just let it go…
And in that moment in which I was specificallynot thinking about what I was about to do orwhat the consequences would be if I failed, Ifelt and then saw my enormous pile of plasticwater pistols—there were sixteen of themtotal—shoot out from the backseat of Calvin’scar and through the passenger side windowthat I’d left open. They streamed toward me like metal particles toward a magnet.
Then, just as quickly, all but one—a littlegreen one—swooped in front of me beforelining up and hovering in midair.
The little green plastic water gun zoomed overto the man with the real gun and smacked him in the face.
“What the hell…?” He fumbled his weapon ashe turned to see me standing there—me andthat collection of water guns—and his eyeswidened.
“Holy shit, Sky!” With the noise from theassault weapon silenced, I could hear Garrettshouting, and I winced inwardly because he’dused my name.
But whatever he said next was muffled, andCal’s voice rang out instead. “Hoshitski, look out!”
It was an intentional misdirect, and I tried tostand like a Hoshitski might, no doubt surlyfrom years of being teased. I pitched my voicelower and ordered, “Drop it! Now!”
The gunman’s wide eyes narrowed, and weboth knew he wasn’t going to drop hisweapon, so before he could turn and kill me, Ilet loose my TK and blasted him. All of thoseplastic guns shot water from their barrels withthe intensity of sixteen narrow but powerfulfire hoses, and it sent the man down onto theground so hard that I heard his head as it smacked against the pavement.
The gun he’d been holding clattered to theground.
All of my weapons ceased water-fire anddropped onto the pavement in front of the unconscious shooter.
The silence that followed was eerie. I felt alittle dazed, standing there with a single, silly-looking pink water gun still in my hand,staring at the downed man and his big realgun, and then over at the bullet-riddledstorefront of the Sav’A’Buck.
Title: Wild Sky
Authors: Suzanne and Melanie Brockmann
Release Date: October 6, 2015
Publisher: Sourcebooks Fire
Genre: Young Adult (Paranormal)
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Skylar is a girl with extraordinary power. A girl with a mission to use her Greater-Than gifts to stop the makers of Destiny from getting people hooked on their deadly drug. But Sky is still mastering her new abilities, and her first mission to destroy a Destiny lab leaves her best friend addicted to the drug. For a few days Cal will be able to walk again – until it kills him. Time is running out for Sky to save the world without sacrificing her friends, to become truly Greater-Than...
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Suzanne Brockman, a New York Times andUSA Today bestselling romance author, has won 2 RITA awards, numerous RT Reviewers’ Choice, and RWA’s #1 Favorite Book of the Year three years running. She has written over 50 books, and is widely recognized as a “superstar of romantic suspense” (USA Today). Suzanne and her daughter, Melanie Brockmann, have been creative partners, on and off, for many years. Their first project was an impromptu musical duet, when then-six-month-old Melanie surprised and delighted Suz by matching her pitch and singing back to her. Suzanne splits her time between Florida and Massachusetts while Mel lives in Sarasota, Florida. NIGHT SKY is Mel’s debut and Suzanne’s 55th book. Visit Suzanne atwww.SuzanneBrockmann.com.