Publisher: Natalie Wright
Publishing Date: January 2015
Publisher Description: Erika Holt longs to ride her motorcycle east until pavement meets shore. She bides her time until graduation when she’ll say adios to the trailer she shares with her alcoholic mother and memories of her dead father. But a typical night in the desert with friends thrusts Erika into a situation more dangerous than she ever imagined.
Review: “And a cold shiver ran up her spine….” That phrase got me thinking as it was used 5 times in the novel. Personally I have never felt a cold shiver run up my spine. Is it just a turn of phrase? A better alternative to “Shudder”? An internal reaction to external stimuli? So Erika, all filled with spit and vinegar, is not ready to love or be loved by Jack, a hunky disheveled musician. So upon seeing him after a long separation she begins sifting the air for his scent like a dog to dog-butt. “She could smell soap and spice and citrus. JACKS SMELL.” Eeeww. She goes on wishing she had a bottle of Jack Smell to take with her. And then rebuffs his advances. Hate her yet? Oh you will.
They go to the desert, get almost raped, get saved by a telekinetic government created human-alien hybrid and we are off to the races. There is Mrs. Dr. Evil in the form of commander Sturgis who is a professional sociopath and they all run around the desert telepathinkinesising asses wherever they go. Oh, forgot the translocating bit too. As they try escaping to Witch Mountain, er…..Alien Rock? Erika really wants to curl into Jack and allow him to enfold her in his arms (cause that’s what we all wanna do with a deadly alien in the front seat, commandos and a bad deadly alien chasing us) BUT, that would give Jack the wrong impression. Huh? Hate her yet? Later she decides that Jack (although really bad smelling by now with greasy hair and a pimple on his nose) is ok to fondle and wonders at the softness of his hands, which were wondrously calloused at the beginning of the story due to his guitar playing.
Erika gets away with kneeing a lot of dudes in the nads which makes me think she would be better off batting for the other team. This was a blend of “Paul” meets “Escape to Witch Mountain” but with a cast of self-centered hormonal shits. The character development is absent even with the good movement that was evident. Perhaps it was the dialogue that focused on their particular wants and desires that failed to enhance their myopic personalities. The story-line has been used over and over yet the ending showed some promise. But no, it was a cliff hanger that will quickly jettison your interest in the sequel. This is a good read while waiting for your colonoscopy results.