In an act of heroism and self-sacrifice, Anderson Rawn’s sister saved him from the destruction of their tiny mining colony, but her actions condemned the thirteen-year-old to ten years of crushing loneliness on the hyperspace journey to a new home. Using electronics and desperation, Anderson creates a family to keep him company, but family isn’t always a blessing.
When Anderson finally arrives, C.J. Poulson greets him with curiosity and awe, because anyone who can survive a holocaust and reinvent holo-science is going to be a legend and right up C.J.’s alley. But the more C.J. investigates how Anderson endured the last ten years, the deeper he is drawn into a truly dangerous fantasy, one that offers the key to Anderson’s salvation—and his destruction.
In spite of his best intentions, C.J. can’t resist the terribly seductive Anderson. Their attraction threatens to destroy them, because the heart of a man who can survive the destruction of his people and retain his sense of self holds a solid core of alpha male that will not be denied
Holy mother-fucking-HELL Amy Lane! How can a person write phenomenal contemporary, and then bust out a phe-fucking-nomenal science fiction book?!? I’ll tell you how. Cuz Amy Lane knows people. She knows their deepest darkest secrets and desires, the parts of yourself that you keep hidden for shame or embarrassment or just plain pride. But she also knows their strengths and power. And she rips you open and exposes all of them to the light of day.
I liked this entire book, but the first half. Oh, the first half! What would you do, if you were trapped on a shuttle for ten years all by your lonesome after your entire world was blown out of existence? I’m not being dramatic when I say that I very well might have offed myself, out of grief or desperation or flat out loneliness. But Anderson is freaken amazing. It’s heartbreaking and wonderful and terrible and brilliant. And I don’t think I can cry anymore for at least a week. I’m all cried out.
But then the second half happens, and it’s not a perfect HEA, although it seems it for a while. But it’s wonderful andreal and C.J., oh Cyril John! How I love you, you wonderful, beautiful boy. I have no words. The story arc is perfect, the ending it perfect. I can’t even. Amy Lane, you have outdone yourself.
“You’re the only person on the planet who could find me when I didn’t even know I was missing.”