"I couldn't wait to see what happened 
on the next page."

Time TrapRed Moon Trilogy Scifi-Fantasy Young Adult

Reviews

"Time Trap is amazingly original and unexpected...I loved every second of reading it!"Alexander F, 15 years old
"I thought Time Trap's unique world was very fresh and very interesting. The history behind the characters gave them good depth and they all had nicely different personalities. Cool characters, cool plot, cool conflict. Nicely paced too, I was never bored."Emily Gifford, 15 years old
"If I had found books like this when I was a teen, I would have started reading much earlier, instead of waiting until my mid twenties!" Kay Barnes, adult
"Wonderfully written futuristic time travel story that keeps you begging for more. A combo of Lord of the Flies meets Neverland on steroids. I've never read anything like it. Excellent!" Adam, 28 years old
 

Time Trap, Red Moon Trilogy Series

Time Trap

In book one of this unusual science fiction, time travel trilogy, USA Today Bestseller Micah Caida delivers an other-worldly thriller with an explosive finish.

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 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

"I was totally captivated by every scene in the first book...The imagination of Micah Caida takes the reader on an exhilarating journey...TIME TRAP is originality at its best." ~~Amelia Richard, SingleTitles

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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.

Anything.

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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