"Siobhan has done an admiral job of weaving an alien presence into a dystopian setting, and, in fact, this is a major draw to the story by the end." YA Books Central
"Romance, suspense, plenty of sci-fi tech, aliens, friendship, and learning to stand up for yourself; this book packs plenty of punch." Amazon Reviewer
"The world building and characters leap off the page and come alive with flawless writing and a plot that had me engrossed and on the edge of my seat." TJ Loves to Read
"Gripping Read. From the start, I was drawn into the world and felt like I was experiencing everything right next to Sadie." Pure Textuality
"This book had me hooked from the first chapter. An exhilarating ride with many twists and turns. Awesome." Goodreads Reviewer
"Siobhan Davis has created yet another world of characters I became very invested in. An intriguing premise ...different enough to stand out from other YA books." Goodreads Reviewer
"I am beyond excited for this series. AMAZING. I couldn't put it down. An incredible world and I cannot wait to read the next installment." Adventures in Bookland
"A freaking awesome read! The world building was fantastic and the romance between Logan and Sadie felt amazingly perfect to me." Daydreaming Books
"If you like Jennifer L. Armentrout's books then you'll love Saven Deception." Amazon UK Reviewer
From the Inside Flap
"Come, sit," he says, his fingers curling gently around the tips of mine.
I plop down on the beanbag beside him and yelp.
"You are hurt." He frowns. "Let me take a look."
He scrunches the edge of my shirt, but I clamp down on his hand. There's no way I'm admitting that it's my butt that's sore, and no way am I ready to let him inspect that part of my anatomy. Yet.
Get you, my inner devil teases.
"I'm fine." I pin him with a "drop it" look.
"You are so stubborn." Shaking his head, he unscrews the cap from his bottle.
"I'm stubborn?" I level an incredulous look his way. "Have you not looked in the mirror recently, dude?"
He laughs and the sound sends warmth flooding through me.
"You've a lovely laugh," I blurt out. Ohmigod! I can't believe I said something so cheesy.
"I do?" He looks amused.
"Yep." I'm resorting to one-word replies now for fear of what else might inadvertently tumble out of my mouth.
He stares intently at me, his fiery eyes penetrating my soul. The cord buzzes with anticipation. I might've forgotten how to breathe again. "You are beautiful, through and through."
With each passing second, my heart pounds faster and faster. He inclines toward me and I move closer. Butterflies are throwing a mad party in the pit of my stomach. Like magnets, we inch closer and closer still. As my pulse throbs, he zeroes in on my lips and his eyes linger there.
I've imagined this moment so many times without ever really believing I'd get to experience it. Now that I'm here, seconds away from my first real kiss, I'm terrified of the strength of my emotion. I never knew it could be like this. That I could feel such a strong connection to a boy; that my body could tremble with such intense desire. And our lips haven't even met yet.
We are a hairsbreadth from one another. I bridge the final distance and close my eyes. His fingers brush my lips and I'm tingly all over. Reopening my eyes, I see the adoration glistening in his gaze. For me.
"Ala beatra." The words roll seductively and respectfully off his tongue.
I've no idea what it means, or what language he's speaking, but it sounds beautiful.
And like a form of worship.
Though it's possible I'm deluding myself.
He closes his eyes and presses his mouth to mine. His touch is feather soft and it unravels me. I kiss him back equally gently and he moans softly. His lips exert more pressure as he draws me in flush with his solid chest. I've never felt this much emotion before. It's almost too much, but at the same time, not enough.
Gaining in confidence, I encircle my arms around his neck and melt into him, savoring the feel of his body as it presses against mine. Angling his head, he extends the kiss, and it grows in intensity and fire. I'm matching him, kiss for kiss, and my need for him is reaching an all-time high. I can't get enough of him. He is everywhere, and yet I need more.