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Must Remember Author: Colleen S. Myers




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Title: Must Remember
Author: Colleen S. Myers
Release Day: November 2nd

Synopsis:

Nineteen-year-old Elizabeth ‘Beta’ Camden is a survivor.

When the E’mani—those pale alien freaks—destroy Earth with a plague of madness and scoop up the remains, Beta is one of the ‘lucky’ ones. For years, she endures their tortures, experiments and games. Then one day, she manages to escape their ship with her life, and no memory of her time with them.

Stranded on their world, Beta wanders the mountains, looking for a way home. She stumbles onto the Fost—the E’mani’s ancient enemy.  Their war with the E’mani is old and rooted in magic that the Fost once had and the E’mani crave. Magic Beta soon discovers she’s developing along with strange tattoos and disturbing glimpses of her past. The Fost take her in and train her in their ways. As she spends more time with them, she falls in love with their culture and with Marin—he of the hot hands and slit eyes.

But the E’mani took her for a reason and they want her back—dead or alive. If Beta doesn’t remember that reason soon, they’re all going to die.

Excerpt:

His eyes were ghost white, with slit pupils, face smooth and
hairless. A large tattoo on his neck spread up onto his cheek, and
resembled claw marks. His eyes appeared much too big for his face;
the brow pronounced, jaw thin, cheekbones sharp.
Those eyes rooted me; their milky color caused a distant
memory to tug at my mind, and then fade away. They could have
been fake lenses, but his slit pupils contracted as he focused on me,
and a sinister smile wreathed his face.
Nope, those puppies were real and his expression was not
reassuring. His eyes glistened with what looked like glee. I watched
those eyes track up and down my body. His nostrils flared and he
stalked in my direction, his movements slow and deliberate, but a
little disjointed given the length of his limbs. He reminded me of a
predator that had sighted its prey. I froze, his eyes mesmerizing me
for a second before looking away.
Then it dawned on me. Toto, we’re not in Kansas anymore. I
should’ve realized it sooner. I kind of did realize it sooner. The suns,
the rocks, the grass, the everything. This was not Earth. This guy was
not human, the posture, the movement, the eyes. He was definitely
not human.
Holy shit!
The fear I suppressed earlier rushed through me. My hands
shook and my heart raced. I stumbled backward and turned to run,
barreling smack dab into the tree. Graceful-R-Us.
The tall guy reached me as I staggered back and he blocked
my escape. The other men twisted to stare then glanced at each other.
Nobody looked happy to see me. The ones hunched near the press
appeared frightened, their eyes wide.
“Who are you? How did you get here? Are there others?”
The tall guy’s voice was strange, echoey. With a sick start, I realized
he wasn’t speaking English, but I could still understand him. His
voice was deep and rich, like aged whiskey, the echo the same. The
effect was odd, a bit off-putting, and not even a little attractive.
Nope.
The tall guy pressed close, just short of touching me, his slit
eyes alert and a snarl pulling at his lips. He had his hand on his knife
but was not brandishing it. Santa slid to my right, flanking me. The
other two men remained crouched by the apparatus.
I backed up and held out my hands. My ass smacked the tree
behind me. A chill raced through me. I stared at him until his
questions registered.
The breath I’d been holding rushed out. “My name is
Elizabeth, err, Beta. I’m—.”
“What are you doing here?” he interrupted.
“I’m not sure. I woke up out there-”I pointed around me,
then pointed to my head. “I was hurt, I think, I don’t know. Where
am I?”
Running my hands through my hair, I probed the back of my
neck. Nada. My head didn’t hurt. Huh. Hadn’t there been a cut?
The tall guy laughed, “You did not wake up out there. You
had to have traveled here. This is nowhere. Tell me the truth.”
The last was a shout. The more he talked, the more agitated
he became. He almost stuttered his words. Or maybe that was just
me? How could I understand him? His right hand clenched and
unclenched around the hilt of his knife. He edged even closer,
pushing me farther back against the tree.
Compared to me, he was huge, at least six feet tall. There
was no trace of fat on him. His muscles rippled as he leaned in and
placed his face next to mine. I remained still, trying not to piss him
off. Tears threatened, but I blinked them away. Damn allergies.
His eyes ignited at my silence.
“How did you get out here?” he gritted out between
compressed lips.
“I told you the truth. I don’t know how I got here. I woke up
out there. I heard something thumping and moved toward it.” I
gestured, looking at him and the others who surrounded us.
“Are there more of you?” he pushed.
I recalled the laughter, the crash, and the cold from earlier,
but…didn’t mention it. I hadn’t seen anything.
“Are there more of you?” he growled.
“No, when I woke up, no one else was there.”
“That is not an answer.”
“Yes, it is,” I retorted. It really was an answer.
 “No, it is not,” he snarled at me. His hand gripped his knife
harder, knuckles whitening. He took the blade out of its sheath and
flipped it backward. His nose grazed mine and heat spread in its
wake. My heart skipped a beat. I stared straight ahead.
Minty breath wafted across my face and his teeth were not
bad, a bit pointy, but otherwise normal. At least he brushed, or I
hoped he did because he was at kissing distance. The rest of the men
remained motionless. Barbarian Santa’s gaze darted between the tall
guy and me.
I was splayed against the bark like road kill.
“Tell me!” he shouted.
And with that I was done. All the tension, all the fear, all the
questions rolling through my mind and this guy was yelling at me.
Screw him. Plus there was something about him I liked but didn’t, all
at the same time. It was confusing. My stomach churned. I didn’t
need this. None of this was my fault.
“What do you want from me?” I screamed back. “I said I
was alone.”
He reared back a bit, startled by my answering shout and
glare, which he couldn’t miss, since he was still right there in my
face.
“I do not believe you. You are an E’mani.” The tall guy spit
the name out as if it left a bad taste in his mouth.
Who the hell were the E’mani? A vague silhouette formed in
my mind, then faded away. Something else I didn’t know; great. I
added it to the list.
“You wear E’mani clothes. You are an E’mani spy!” His
words were triumphant as he pressed his knife against my throat.
When I swallowed, I felt the prick of the blade and a trickle
of blood dripped down my neck. My head swam and my bladder
loosened a bit but I refused to give him the satisfaction.
His eyes flickered, confused, as the moment stretched on.
We maintained our desperate eye contact.
I panted and the longer this went on, the more my muscles
tightened until my fingers went numb. I tasted violence on the wind.
Neither of us moved. Ten seconds. Twenty. He blinked first
and let his dagger drop with a growl and spat next to me on the
grown. “E’mani treza.”
I didn’t know what he just called me but it was too much. I
was done. I snapped and started shoving him across the field. “I’m
not E’mani. I don’t even know who or what that is. You asshole. I’m
from Earth. I don’t know where I am, I don’t know how I got here. I
don’t know anything! I need help and you aren’t helping me. Please,
help me.”
At this last, my voice cracked, and I fell to my knees,
shoulders falling.
The tall guy seemed so stunned by my response, he’d let me
push him back to the mine. He stared at me for a long second. One.
Two. He brought his blade up again. It pressed into my neck forcing
my head back. Then with nary a word, he dropped his arm.
My throat burned.
Oh.
Huh. Everything started to fade and the world turned black.



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Author Bio:

Colleen plays many roles. Not only is she a veteran, a mother, and a practicing physician, but she is a writer of science fiction and contemporary romances. Colleen’s dreams include surviving her son’s teenage years, exploring every continent on this planet, except Antartica, cause that’s way too cold, and winning the Nobel peace prize. Dream BIG! Currently she is getting ready to publish her first novel, MUST REMEMBER in November of this year (cover reveal soon.)  Until then look for her at Three Rivers Romance Writers, at Facebook  Colleen Myers, and at @ColleenSMyers.



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