"I couldn't wait to see what happened
on the next page."
USA Today Bestseller Micah Caida turns dystopian young adult fiction on its ear with a breathtakingly fresh science fiction, fantasy series that is as much a thriller as it is a romantic tale.
Time Trap: Red Moon Trilogy Book 1
Rayen awakened in a strange place called Albuquerque but had no memory of how she landed in a desert where she was captured. While the authorities search for a way to identify her, she’s sent to an unusual institution where she’s shocked to see real paper. While stuck in a computer storage room with two arguing students, a power inside Rayen manifests unexpectedly and opens a portal, sending her and 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 she believed would save a child, she proves she is his enemy.
Micah Caida is a blend of two voices
New York Times Bestseller Dianna Love and USA Today Bestseller Mary Buckham
“Time Trap is amazingly original and unexpected...I loved every second of reading it!” ~~ Alexandra Fedor, 15, who has read The Book Thief, The Hunger Games, and Anna Karenina.
“Wonderfully written … I've never read anything like it. Excellent!” ~~Adam, age 28
Painful starbursts exploded behind her closed eyes.
Colors flashed wildly. Her body flipped around in a freefall.
She clawed at air unable to grab anything. Suddenly, she tumbled forward and bounced against a rough surface. Heat scorched her arms and legs. She instinctively tucked her head and shoulders.
No help. Sharp stones gouged her back and sand coated her sweaty body.
What was happening?
All at once, she lurched forward and slammed to a stop, flat on her face. Ears ringing, her next breath wheezed out, mouth dry as the hot dust singeing her skin.
Had she fallen? No answer. Her brain hadn’t unscrambled yet.
“Get up, girl, if you value your life,” someone demanded in a deep male voice that sounded like an elder.
Don’t push me right now if you value yours, old man, she silently berated him. She opened her 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 her one more time, he wouldn’t be happy when she did make it to her feet. Every inch of her hurt. Who was he anyway? He could help her. She’d kill for a drop of water. Her head still spun, and her stomach wasn’t much happier. Gravel bit the scraped palms of her hands as she pushed up on shaky knees.
Muscles screamed in misery. Her body had been battered like a kickball. She looked around at endless empty land. Still, no one in sight. She wobbled sideways and kept twisting in a full circle.
Not a thing for miles but desert and mountains. She grabbed her aching skull as if that would stop the sickening spinning.
Had she imagined that voice?
Where was she?
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