"I read them all in one sitting. Well written and
an excellent trilogy."
In this unusual science fiction, time travel trilogy, USA Today Bestseller Micah Caida delivers an other-worldly thriller with an explosive finish.
Time Trap: book 1
Rayen wakes up in a strange place called Albuquerque with no memory of how she landed in a desert where she's captured. While the authorities search for a way to identify her, she's sent to an unusual institution where she's shocked to see things like paper. When a power inside her manifests unexpectedly, she opens a portal, sending her and two unlikely sidekicks to a place harboring a deadly secret that can destroy this world … and the future. All she wants is to regain her memory and go home. The only person who can help her is an elite fighter of the future, who is trapped in a fantastical world where killing the enemy and surviving is all that matters. With one impulsive action to save a child, she proves she's his enemy.
A breathtaking debut trilogy where Isaac Asimov meets Hunger Games.
Time Return: book 2
Rayen, Gabby, and Tony face their own problems at the institute. Chaos erupts in the sphere. Time is everyone's enemy.
Stranded in Gabby and Tony's world, Rayen suspects the institute hides a dark secret connected to the future. She promised to return to the sphere and find a way to save the teens before they all die. Gabby is sent to a medical ward in the institution where she's locked away just as she begins having a lethal reaction to her time travel. Tony can't jeopardize his family by traveling again to another world. Rayen quickly realizes she can't open the portal without all three of them. If she doesn't return, she'll never discover her true identity or once again see Callan, now the powerful leader struggling to protect his terrified followers. Time is ticking down for every teen still imprisoned the sphere and a conflict about to explode on their home planet will have catastrophic ripple effects throughout time.
Choices backfire, trust is forfeit, and alliances shift as elements of an ancient prophecy begin to fall into place. A reckoning draws closer with no way to stop it.
"A stunning second book in a trilogy that I can't read fast enough." Bookbub
Time Lock: book 3
His duty. Her destiny. Their last hope.
The highly anticipated final journey in the Red Moon trilogy is here. Every minute counts—literally—as Rayen races against impossible odds to deliver a one-of-a-kind computer to the sphere, but she's locked up in Albuquerque. Failure means Callan's death at the hands of his enemies. As each ominous detail of the Damien Prophecy unfolds in real time, Rayen battles to help her friends escape, even as she accepts her life will be forfeit. Her ultimate decision as the red moon sets triggers a collision course of two worlds over a hundred years apart.
"The last book in this trilogy blew my mind." Goodreads
"Time Trap is amazingly original and unexpected ... I loved every second of reading it!" ~~ Alexandra F, 15, who read The Book Thief, The Hunger Games, and Anna Karenina.
"If I had found books like this (Time Trap) when I was a teen, I would have started reading much earlier, instead of waiting until my mid twenties!" ~~ Kay Barnes, adult
“As the thrilling conclusion to the Red Moon series, Time Lock does not disappoint and will leave you in awe...perfection on paper.” Angela C, college student
"I have never read a book that was anything like this one before. It felt completely unique to me, which I loved!" Feed Your Fiction Addiction
Painful starbursts exploded behind my eyes.
I clawed awake, tumbling forward, bouncing against a rough surface. Heat scorched my arms and legs. I tucked my head and shoulders. Sharp stones gouged my back and sand coated my sweaty body.
All at once, I lurched forward and slammed to a stop, flat on my face. Ears ringing, my next breath wheezed out, mouth dry as the hot dust singeing my skin.
What was happening? No answer. My brain hadn’t unscrambled yet.
“Get up, girl, if you value your life,” someone demanded in a deep male voice that sounded old.
Don’t push me right now if you value yours. I opened my gritty eyes to blinding light and a cockeyed view of an endless desert. Not a person in sight.
“Get. Up!” he ordered again.
If he yelled at me one more time, he wouldn’t be happy when I did make it to my feet. I bit back the snarl curling to my lips. Who was he anyway? My head still spun and my stomach wasn’t much happier. Gravel bit the palms of my hands as I pushed up on shaky knees.
Every muscle screamed misery. My body had been battered like a kickball. I looked around at endless empty land. Still no one in sight. I kept twisting in a full circle. Not a thing for miles but desert and mountains. Now I was dizzy.
Had I imagined that voice?
Where am I?
Blinking against the harsh sun, I struggled to my feet, weaving where I stood. I grabbed my aching skull. Slow down and think. Rubbing my gritty eyes, I focused harder. Nothing made sense. Then I looked down at myself. Feet tucked inside short boots made of tanned skins. Familiar, but not much. Buckskin material covered me from shoulders to skinned knees in a sort of tunic and I had a leather thong tied around my waist.
I swallowed, waiting for some memory to rise up.
Just a hint at what was going on. Sweat streaked down my face, burning my eyes and soaking my hair. Panic shivered through me at the empty gap in my mind. The longer I waited for answers that didn’t come, the more nauseous I got. What was wrong with me? Why can’t I remember what happened for me to be here? I lifted a shaky hand to shove sticky hair off my face and sucked in air faster ... then froze with a new realization.
Clutching a handful of hair, I pulled the strands into view. Black. Long, thick and black. I hadn’t known that.
I don’t even know what I look like?
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