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Sacrificed-- the exciting sequel to Enhanced
By Courtney Farrell
At the Institute, they breed the best and kill the rest. Sixteen-year-old Michelle is a survivor, but she’s a pawn in their game. A remote arctic military base mysteriously goes silent. The Institute’s founder needles his old enemy, the colonel, by sending teenagers to help. Michelle’s half-breed boyfriend Dillon makes the team, along with her hot ex, who won’t give her up. At the base, Norms attack. The rebels capture Michelle, but they’re not the brutal savages she imagined. Their cause is a just one. Will she take up arms against her own kind?
Meanwhile, Dillon faces his own temptations. As a half-breed, he’d never succeed at Headquarters, but military doctors think he’s special. The colonel offers him a sweet deal, with money, status, and beautiful girls. All Dillon has to do is wipe out the Norms who are harboring Michelle.
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Off to read my copy of SACRIFICED but before I do, here is a bit of a teaser/excerpt from Courtney Farrell's, SACRIFICED:
Sunshine beamed down on a flower-filled meadow. Dillon sat cross-legged on the grass, the focal point in a circle of teenage girls and young women. Most of them were beauties, and Dillon was the only man there. Under the circumstances, he couldn’t enjoy it much.
“Dillon, tell them what you told me,” Tina said. “About my little sister and the other missing girls.”
Dillon tried to talk but his throat tightened up. He managed to choke out a few words. “They…aren’t coming back.”
Tina only waited a couple of heartbeats before she got impatient and told the story herself. “The same thing happens to all the missing girls. Creepy doctors get them pregnant with more of those . . . those . . .”
“Enhanced,” Dillon supplied.
“Enhanced babies. They’re transferred from women who think they’re too perfect,” Tina spat the word, “for pregnancy.”
“Eeuw,” a girl murmured. “They can do that?”
“That is jus’ wrong,” another girl said, shaking her head.
Dillon interrupted the cross talk. “After the babies are born, they don’t need the mothers any more. We don’t know for sure, but we think they probably kill them.”
A collective gasp rose up from the circle of women. A few of the younger ones began to cry.
Dillon squirmed under the pressure of a dozen pairs of eyes. They’re expecting me to have all the answers, and I don’t. “I’ve got a plan, though. It’s scary as hell, but if you help me, we might be able make it work.”
“Scary as hell?” Tina repeated, with a trace of her old abrasive manner.
Dillon wilted under the women’s dubious stares. “Well, um, yeah. This might be kind of half-baked, but it’s all I can think of. I have two ideas, and they both start the same way. A bunch of girls, all alone in the woods—except for the men hiding all around them.”
“Oh, shit!” Tina exclaimed. “We’re the bait.”
Dillon nodded. “Yeah. So, like I said, we can do this one of two ways. The first way’s less scary, but also less likely to be successful.”
“Just tell us what it is, Dillon,” Tina snapped.
“Okay. I need you girls to go off in the woods. Light a big fire. Sing and drum, make yourselves real obvious out there. I’m betting Enhanced soldiers will show up and try to grab you.” Dillon waited for the moans to die down before continuing. “They’ll dart you from the trees with tranquilizer guns. If you get hit, you’ll pass out. Then they haul you off. We can try and prevent that, shooting ‘em as they arrive. But they’ll scatter and run, and it’ll be hard to see them in the dark. Besides, they have night-vision goggles and fully automatic rifles, and we don’t. A bunch of us could die.”
“Probably will, you mean. What’s your other plan?” Tina asked. “Because I don’t care what it is, I’ll take it. Just about anything would be better than that.”
Dillon winced. “My other plan is…we let them dart you.”
All the girls cried out at once. “What! Why?”
“A man’s a lot easier to catch with a girl over his shoulder.”
Tina swore. “I hate you, Dillon.”
“Yeah, I know. Sorry.” Dillon got to his feet, shoulders slumped. “You don’t have to do this, you know. Talk it over. Find me once you decide.”
Tina spoke slowly through clenched jaws, her words clipped. “Sit down. I already decided. I’ll take the fucking dart.”