Beyond Reach (True Calling #2) by Siobhan Davis
Age Group: Young Adult
Genre: Dystopian, Science Fiction
Release Date: April 30, 2015
Now back on Earth, Ariana is caught in a dangerous crossfire between clandestine rebel organization Clementia and the power-hungry government. Refusing to divulge the location of the secret information entrusted to her by her father, she desperately tries to bargain for her Mom, Lily, and Cal’s rescue. But she’s fighting a losing battle, and the clock is ticking.
Conflicted by evidence of fiancé Cal’s apparent betrayal, she loyally defends him despite her concerns. As she grows closer to ex-boyfriend Zane, her heart is increasingly troubled.
When the stakes are raised, a succession of shocking revelations rocks her world, setting her on a path that will not only change her destiny but the fate of humanity.
Confronted by a memory so abhorrent comes a truth she would do anything to forget. But some things just can’t be undone.
Beyond Reach is the gripping second novel in the True Calling trilogy, continuing the story of Ariana Skyee in the weeks after she arrives back on Earth.
He grips my arm at the elbow and escorts me inside. As we walk up three flights of stairs, his hold never loosens. When we reach the top level, he taps in a code on the wall-mounted keypad, and we step through one set of wide double doors. We walk through two more sets of double doors and come out into a long narrow corridor with windows on one side and a row of separate steel cells on the other.
He unlocks one of the empty cells and guides me inside. I sit down on the end of the cold, hard bench and try to calm the rampant pounding in my chest. I wonder what they have in store for me next. There’s a metallic clunking sound as the door locks, and then I hear the heavy thread of his footsteps as he walks away.
“Hey, doll,” a deep voice says behind me. Every hair on my body rises to attention, and I refuse to turn around. “I don’t bite,” the voice adds, amusement coloring his tone. Running my hands through my hair, I tap my foot nervously on the ground. “That’s a Clementia uniform, right?” That got my attention.
Twisting around, I look down the row of cells, and my eyes lock on the only other occupant, a guy who looks to be a little bit older than me, residing in the cell three down from mine. Hot Boy Alert! His golden locks tumble in loose waves over his forehead, and his expressive lips are curved in a telltale smirk. Rising suddenly, he stretches his arms out over his head and yawns. He’s tall and well built, with wide shoulders, a taut chest, and muscular arms. Smirking even wider, he folds his arms over his chest, as he stares at me through navy blue eyes. “I’m Jax.”
“I’m …” I start to say.
“I know who you are. Ariana Skyee, unless I’m mistaken.”
“How did you …” I stop mid-sentence when I remember that I’m a wanted, convicted criminal. “Never mind,” I mutter.
“How did you end up here?” he asks, cocking his head to the side.
“I volunteered.” I snort, though it’s hardly funny.
“Are you some special brand of insane?”
Heckles raised, I shoot him my deadliest look. “What?”
“I know Clementia isn’t all it’s cracked up to be, but you’ve got to be cray-cray to hand yourself over to the authorities.”
I stand up and lean forward against the steel bars. “How do you know of Clementia?”
“Spent a bit of time with them; definitely not one of my better decisions.” He scrubs a hand over his jaw, while staring at me intently. I don’t know if he’s messing with me or not, but I’m intrigued to hear more. “Why? What happened?”
“Let me ask you a question. Do you trust them?”
I don’t hesitate in my reply. “Not particularly.”
“Smart,” he says, gripping the cell bars. “There’s a lot of weird stuff going on in that compound.”
Icy tremors rip up and down my spine. “What kind of weird stuff?”
“No offense, doll, but that’s not something I’m willing to share. I’d prefer to live a long and happy life if it’s all the same to you.”
“You can’t just throw out vague allegations and then say nothing else!”
“See, that’s the good thing about being a fugitive like me. I can do what the hell I like, and I’m not answerable to anyone.” Stepping away from the bars, he stands with his legs stretched out wide. His stance matches his grin.
“Sure looks like that’s working out well for you,” I say, piercing him with a scornful look.
“All part of my plan, doll.” He smirks again.
“Stop calling me that. It’s irritating.” He laughs, a deep full-bellied laugh, and I scowl. “Whatever.” Sitting back down on the bench, I turn my back to him.
“Come on, doll-face, don’t you want to be friends?” he snickers. Ew, sleazy. I’m seriously wondering what they’re putting in the water around these parts. Between him and the weird old couple in the truck, this has been the strangest few hours of my life.
Siobhan Davis is the author of YA science fiction romance series True Calling. A self-diagnosed ‘teenager forever’—at least when it comes to books, music and movies; Siobhan is totally addicted to teen fiction and superhero/blockbuster movies.
Siobhan loves baking, crime novels, shoes, bags, make-up, anti-wrinkle cream, anything pink, Kelly Clarkson, Katy Perry, and Robert Pattinson (definitely Team Edward).
Siobhan has forged a successful corporate career, in Human Resources, over the last twenty years.
A member of the IWI writers group, Siobhan resides in the Garden County of Ireland with her husband and two sons.