*~*Wild Sky by Suzanne and Melanie Brockmann Promo – Exclusive Excerpt & Giveaway*~*

Destiny has chosen Skylar.
Now it might destroy her.

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…

New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Suzanne Brockmann and her daughter Melanie Brockmann have written a pulse-pounding novel set in a near future both fantastic and frightening.

SHE’S THE ULTIMATE WEAPON IN FIGHTING DESTINY.New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Suzanne Brockmann and her daughter Melanie Brockmann have written a pulse-pounding novel of paranormal suspense set in a near future both fantastic and frightening.

Skylar Reid is shaken when Sasha, the little girl she babysits, is kidnapped. Scared that the weird dreams she’s been having about Sasha are real—and even more afraid that Sasha is already dead. When a mysterious girl with extreme butt-kicking abilities roars into town on a motorcycle and, well, stalks Skylar things get even weirder. Supergirl Dana tells Sky that she also has abilities – that a hormone in their blood makes them stronger, faster, smarter. A hormone that the makers of a new drug called Destiny will murder to get their hands on.

Dana and Milo, her dangerously hot yet oh-so-forbidden partner in crime, want Sky to join them in their mission – to mold Sky into the ultimate weapon. She can sense there’s something about her abilities they’re not telling her. But the only way to save Sasha and stop other girls from being taken is to embrace the weird…and fight Destiny.

This close to the water, the breeze was relentless, and the wind chill brought the temperature down well into the low fifties. Which meant, here in Florida, that it was time to light your hair on fire and collapse sobbing on the ground before going inside to huddle beneath fleece blankets and turn on the stale-smelling electric heat.

But Milo and I didn’t mind the cold. The sunlit and sparkling ocean, the cloudless blue sky, and the white sand were as gorgeous as ever. More so without the vacationing throngs to block our view. We sat on our favorite bench swing in a secluded little area that held picnic tables and ancient, boxy charcoal grills. Even though we held hands, we both just sat in companionable stillness and silence, our feet swishing back and forth as we both gently pushed the swing. But as the breeze gusted, I shivered a little bit despite my sweatshirt.

Milo peeled off his hoodie and wrapped it around my shoulders.

Won’t you be cold? I asked.

His answer was immediate. I’m good, although I also picked up a stray thought that maybe I wasn’t entirely meant to hear.Maybe it’ll help. I always run a little too hot around you…

Is that a bad thing? I wondered as he gently ran his hands up and down my arms in an attempt to warm me more quickly.

Milo smiled ruefully and maybe even blushed a little. Sometimes. Yeah. It can be.

My boyfriend was impossibly handsome, especially when he was smiling. The dimples on either cheek only added to what was, in my opinion, an already perfect face.

As soon as the thought crossed my mind, I knew that Milo had caught it, too.

His smile broadened, and it’s possible that he blushed again before leaning in to kiss me. But it was a quick one. He pulled away almost immediately, and although I felt a burst of that heat he’d mentioned, I caught his pointed Got a few things to talk about as he settled comfortably back on the bench, his arm still around me.

I nodded.

“Dana’s crazier than usual,” I said out loud, sending him a memory burst of the conversation I’d had with her in the movie theater bathroom. Setting up meetings with Destiny addicts? A scheduled heart-to-heart with a D-girl was beyonddangerous.

“I know.” Milo’s smile turned sad as he pushed a strand of hair back from my face. Can’t really blame her this time…

As long as I’d known her, Dana had been intense. But last fall, when Sasha had looked up at Dana and called her by the name of her younger, long-ago-abducted-and-believed-to-be-dead sister, Lacey…

Dana’s initial reaction had been one of sheer disbelief. She’d worked hard through the years to deal with the grief and the loss—and to put it behind her. But now…

She really thinks Lacey might be alive? I asked Milo. Has she found any hard evidence?

He shook his head. None. He smiled at me again. I think she decided to go with her gut.

Inwardly, I nodded. Greater-Than powers were so weird and mysterious, and often involved things like sometimes sensing snippets of the future. And even though Dana didn’t include prescience on her personal talent list, it was a given to have faith in a G-T who was trusting her instincts.

If Dana really believes Lacey’s out there, she’s not going to rest until she finds her.

My thought penetrated Milo, who gazed off into the distance as he slid his hand down my arm and grabbed hold of my hand. I know, Sky.

She really didn’t have to blackmail me to get me to help. I was still feeling wounded by that.

I know. He met my eyes. And Dana does, too. But she knows how much you love Sasha, and she knows you don’t want to bring any more trauma—even memories of trauma—into that little girl’s life. If Sasha gets upset by triggering her recall of her abduction, it’ll be Dana’s fault, not yours.

I shook my head. So…you’re saying that Dana’s being cruel to be kind.

Maybe a little. Also, this way, she doesn’t have to ask for help—she just demands it.

At virtual gunpoint.

Milo smiled. Better than at literal gunpoint.

I had to smile, too, but it wasn’t quite because what he said was ha-ha funny. We both knew that Dana was capable of making demands at literal gunpoint.

I spoke out loud. “If Sasha was traumatized by just a few days of being chained to a bed in a Destiny farm, isn’t Lacey likely…” I couldn’t say the words, but I knew that Milo could read my thoughts. To be badly damaged? A little, innocent girl, held captive for years? I mean, wouldn’t she be completely traumatized? I searched Milo’s face as he continued to focus on the shoreline.

Everyone’s different, he told me. Everyone’s got their own personal breaking point. He glanced at me. And she is Dana’s sister.

I forced a smile, but he wasn’t fooled. He knew that I was worried about what we might find.

We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it, Milo reassured me. Right now we have to focus on locating and rescuing Lacey. Gotta do that before we fix her, right?

His thoughts blurred into more of a feeling than words—he was thinking again about how glad he was that I was safe after today’s snafu—but somewhere in there I heard the phrase needle in a haystack.