Being Amber (New Atlanta
#1)
by Sylvia Ryan
Erotic Futuristic Romance
Category: Post-Apocalyptic/Dystopian
Publisher: Lyrical
Press, Inc.
Release Date: March
27, 2013
Heat Level: Sizzling
Word Count: 69,000
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Description:
Both danger and sex are
inescapable in the Amber Zone.
Jaci Harmon was born a
Sapphire, but after she’s summoned to receive her final designation, the
testing reveals she carries a gene slated for eradication. Within a day, she’s
sterilized and dumped in the Amber Zone, where the damaged are corralled away
from the rest of New Atlanta. Scared and alone, Jaci would rather die than face
her future as an Amber.
Born in the Amber Zone,
Xander Dimos is a product of a lifetime spent under the oppression of the
Repopulation Laws. Decades of suffering have taught the Ambers to make the zone
a place where touch, sex, and unconditional acceptance ease the pain of their
fate. Jaci has a lot to learn about her new home, and it’s Xander’s
responsibility to guide her through the differences and the dangers safely.
With the simmering
undercurrents of sexual chemistry growing between them, and in the midst of discovering
the Gov’s true motives, Jaci and Xander must overcome his secret and accept
their love as undeniable…even if the time allotted to share it is short.
Warning: This title is
intended for readers over the age of 18 as it contains explicit sex scenes
and/or situations (including BDSM, light bondage, anal play, sex toys, and
f/f/m and m/f/m menage) and adult language, and may be considered offensive to
some readers.
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Excerpt:
She was a mess. After filling a bowl with warm water
and grabbing a washrag, he began cleaning her. With a tentative hand, he
tenderly wiped her face with the warm water, washing away the blood under her
nose and the grime from her cheeks. His hands trembled with unreleased rage
that he forced himself to push away as he continued his task. But that emotion
was quickly replaced by another. His throat tightened, the muscles squeezed
away his ability to swallow. He cut her shirt off so as not to disturb the IV
in her arm. Earlier, he saw the ripped shirt, but his mind, at the time,
rejected the direction of that train of thought. But now, he let himself go
there. If they’d raped her…
Tears rolled silently down his face while he
methodically cleaned her arms and torso. Her wrists were marred by deep bruises
and worn away skin from being cuffed too tightly and for too long. When he
cleaned the dried blood on the inside of her arm and found the needle mark
underneath, the sudden surge of rage that he felt made him want to kill. They
drugged her.
This had not been ‘questioning’, this had been plain,
old school torture. His hands were shaking as he finished her arms and upper
body. He dumped the dirty water in the kitchen sink and refilled the bowl
before returning to her.
He braced himself for what he might find when he took
off her pants, but he found that the bottom half of her body was in much better
condition than the top. As he cleaned her, relief dulled his anger. They’d not
let her go to the bathroom. Her pants were stiff with dried urine. But
otherwise, she seemed untouched everywhere below the waist.
He dumped the dirty water and pulled off his own
clothes. Gingerly, he lay down next to her and pulled her to him. He curled the
full length of his body around her to give her the comfort and healing of his
touch. He covered as much of her skin as possible with his and held her without
moving underneath the soft blanket of their bed.
For hours, he relished the feeling of his skin on hers
as well the even in-and-out of her breaths.
What a dumbass he’d been trying to keep her at arms length. It took almost
losing her to truly understand the huge part of his heart she owned, and to
realize how much of his life was her now.
She was his. He would not leave her vulnerable again.
It was then, in those quiet hours of holding her in
his arms, that Xander was finally able to think past getting Jaci back and
start considering the larger implications of the events that had taken place.
The Gov would expect that Amber authorities had been mollified by Jaci’s
return.
He wasn’t. This time was different from every other
injustice the Gov had done to Amber. This time they had concrete proof of the
Gov’s outright murder of Ambers.
They were growing dangerously brazen after more than
two decades of the population’s utter submission to their authority.
The Gov’s absolute authority needed to happen during
the dire circumstances immediately following the pandemic. They needed control
and cooperation to do the things necessary to create order, provide for basic
needs, and protect the survivors flocking to the city.
But their society wasn’t struggling like it had been
twenty-five years ago. The genetic qualities that were near extinction back
then, were thriving now.
Many of these restrictions, these measures to
safeguard humanity, were no longer necessary. If the Gov went unchecked by its
citizens much longer, the United States would no longer be a democracy. The
country wouldn’t grow as it did the first time when settlers in covered wagons
set out to populate the land beyond the borders of their cities. It would be a
military dictatorship that never loosened its control over the population.
The more he thought about it, the more he was willing
to bet that the Gov controlled the lives of all its citizens, from Ambers to
Diamonds, in more ways than anybody realized. The fury faded and determination
gathered within him. Changes needed to be made. Now was the time to start.
He looked down at his woman, caressed the hair away
from her cheek. Xander was overcome by the intense love he felt for her. He
understood why Amber women gave up control, gave up authority to the men around
them. Without that small submission, every man in Amber would be impudent with
no control on any aspect of their lives. It was a true gift and it was time
that the men took that gift and did something with it, did something to truly
protect their females, themselves, and their country.
About
the Author
Sylvia lives the life of
a run-of-the-mill wife, mother, and professional in Midwest Suburbia, USA. She
reads voraciously and loves to lose herself and fall head over heels for the
alpha males in her favorite novels.
When she gets the chance
to shed the prim and proper persona of average wife and mother, her secret
identity, Sylvia Ryan, emerges. This alter ego strives to write original ideas
in extraordinary settings for her readers to remember long after the book has
been read. Her dream is to transform her racy thoughts and naughty nature into
tangible works of erotic fantasy for others’ secret identities to enjoy.
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