With so many books coming out in 2018, it can be hard to narrow down your to-read list. You know what helps? Excerpts! We’ve got one for Road to Eugenica by A.M. Rose so that you can figure out whether you want to add it to your to-read list. (And, let’s be real: you probably do.)
Yesterday, Drea Smith couldn’t do anything spectacular—even walking and texting at the same time was a challenge. But today, she suddenly has more answers than Google, can speak and understand numerous languages, and she can fight. Drea has no idea where her encyclopedic knowledge has come from, but she’ll take it when she discovers someone out there knows her secret and wants her badly. And that they’ve been searching for her since she was born.
Since she was created.
With the help of her best friend Dylan, who just wants to keep her safe, and Maddox, a mysterious new boy who is prepared to get her answers, Drea will have to push her new skills to their limit as she uncovers nothing is quite what it seems.
Road to Eugenica releases from Entangled Teen on February 5. Take a peek at this sci-fi novel below.
A cool breeze picks my hair up and blows it across my face, tickling my nose. I welcome the gentle sensation and the sense of freedom that comes with it. The sun reflects off the dome roof of the nearest training compound, and it glistens in the distance. Locked in a training room is no way to spend an entire day. Except for a family of deer below me, I’m completely alone.
An annoying little Anopheles-Robotica buzzes by my ear. I grab the little robotic-mosquito, before he can zoom away and report back my hiding place. These little mechanical insects can come in handy when doing surveillance, but they can also be a giant pain in the butt. I use my pinky nail to pull off the little metallic thorax and shut him down.
I close my eyes, but before I drift off to blissful sleep, loud voices rouse me. I slide down and lay on my stomach, gazing at the ground. Two men dressed in black jumpsuits stand below me. I can’t hear what they’re saying from this height. Moving closer would be impossible without being heard, so I hang my head down farther and use my feet to hook onto the trunk for support.
“Why?” A familiar voice drifts up. But I can’t place it.
“It is not your concern. You will obey orders, and that is final,” the other yells and stomps off.
The man below stands rigid, fists clenched at his sides. Once the first man is out of sight, he kicks at the ground and throws punches into the air. My foot slips against the trunk and spooks a bird, sending it into flight. The man looks up. My heart catches in my throat as our eyes connect. Stunning blue eyes.