Author: Melissa West
Series: The Taking # 3
Series: The Taking # 3
Publication Date: February 9, 2015
Publisher: Entangled Teen
Military legacy Ari Alexander has survived alien spies, WWIV, and a changing world order. But when the new leader of Earth uses Jackson—the only boy she's ever let herself care about— to get to her, Ari has no choice but to surrender.
To free Jackson, she agrees to travel to the national bases to train others to fight. What she discovers is a land riddled with dying people. Ari has the power to heal by turning the fighters into aliens—half-breeds like her. If she succeeds, together, they have a chance at overthrowing the alien leader, Zeus. But if she fails, everyone she holds dear will be wiped away forever.
Once again, everything Ari’s come to believe is thrown into question. In a world of uncertainty, loyalties are tested, lies are uncovered, and no one can be trusted. If Ari and Jackson have any hope at survival and at preserving a life for the future, they must fight the final war with their eyes wide open.
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About the Author
Melissa West writes young adult and new adult novels for Entangled Teen and Embrace andPenguin/InterMix. She lives outside of Atlanta, GA with her husband and two daughters and spends most of her time writing, reading, or fueling her coffee addiction.She holds a B.A. in Communication Studies and a M.S. in Graphic Communication, both from Clemson University. Yeah, her blood runs orange.Author Links:
Excerpt from Collide
Naomi releases a slow breath, and I feel her thoughts hitting my own, one after the other. She’s not as sure as the other Ops back on the West Coast base. She’s more of a follower than a rebel, and I worry that we’ve made a terrible decision coming there. What if she sends a warning to Kelvin and he bombs the West Coast base, killing everyone at once? “I understand your hesitation, Naomi,” I say. “But you’ll likely die if you don’t consider what we’re offering.” She cocks her head. “I would rather die as human than live as an Ancient. I’m a strong fighter. I don’t need xylem in me to survive.” “Naomi...” Myers starts, but I cut him off. “Oh, really?” I lunge forward, sweeping her feet so her head slams hard on the floor, and then I’m over her, my face in her face, my gun pressed into her forehead. “Bang,” I say.