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APOLONIA by New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street
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Title: APOLONIA
Author: Jamie
McGuire
Age: NA
Genre: Sci-Fi Romance
Publisher: Jamie McGuire LLC (October 6,
2014)
Cover Design: Okay Creations,
Sarah Hansen
“They killed me, but I survived.”
Three years after Rory Riordan foiled her own murder, she
still trusts no one. Not Dr. Z, the eccentric college professor who has taken
her under his wing, not Benji, the endearing, attractive classmate who insists
on following her around, and certainly not Cy, the beautifully dark and
mysterious boy who sits on the first row in Dr. Z’s Astrobiology class and asks
far too many questions.
When Rory witnesses Cy being abducted by soldiers in the
middle of the night, she finds herself submersed in a world that holds even
more secrets than she could imagine--even darker secrets than her own.
From #1 New York Times Bestseller Jamie McGuire, experience
the perfect combination of her bestselling books Providence & Beautiful
Disaster. This New Adult Sci-Fi Romance is an action-packed, whiplash-inducing
roller coaster ride. Page after page, this unpredictable, dark and sexy nail
biter will keep readers guessing until the very end!
“Welcome!” Dr. Z began. “I am Dr. A. Byron Zorba, and you’ve arrived at Geobiology and Astrobiology . . . uh . . . with
lab. That’s a separate class. Uh . . . later,” he added. “You should also
be enrolled in the lab, separately from lecture. If not, see administration.
So! Here, and in the
partnering lab, you will study organic matter from microbes,
rocks, and environmental samples. In lab, you’ll extract and, more importantly,
interpret these samples. Beyond that, we will reconstruct ancient environments to
understand how life evolved within the samples.”
“Yeesh,” Benji whispered.
“It’s really not that bad. Don’t be a baby,” I said, keeping
my voice low as the professor went over the rules and
syllabi.
“I’m still running in the mornings,” Benji said. “You should
come with me sometime.”
“I don’t run.”
“It’s good for you. You should try it.”
“I’m not getting up at the crack of dawn to run until I stop freezing. That’s not healthy. It’s stupid.”
Benji just smiled, clearly amused.
“Excuse me, professor,” Cyrus said, holding his pen in the
air. “Whom shall I contact . . .?”
I blocked out the rest of his question. The trace of a
British accent in his voice and his perfect grammar would have never
piqued my attention before, but on that day it was annoying and
snooty.
Not only was Cyrus tall, dark, and handsome but, as class progressed, he also proved to be Dr. Z’s most adept and
eager student.
“That would be Dr. Rosen,” Dr. Z said. “May I ask . . . from where do you hail?”
“Excuse me?” Cyrus responded.
“I was curious to know if you happen to be Egyptian?” the professor asked.
I don’t know what expression was on Cyrus’s face, but he
must have smiled, because Dr. Z clapped his hands once, and a
wide grin made his already full cheeks puff out.
Dr. Z patted Cy’s shoulder and shook his finger a few times. “We’ll have much to talk about. See me after
class.”
“Oh, Christ, get a room,” I snarled under my
breath.
The professor’s hobby was trying his hardest to be an
Egyptian scholar. I thought maybe Cyrus’s origin was the reason for
Dr. Z’s fascination, but that didn’t turn out to be it at all. Cyrus never
answered the questions that Dr. Z presented to the class, but he asked at least a
dozen of his own. He
was curious, and I couldn’t deny that his questions were a
work of art.
Dr. Z answered a few questions before lecturing for just ten minutes, giving us a reading assignment, and then waving us
away, twenty minutes earlier than expected.
Everyone looked around, unsure what to do until I began
packing my things. That started a chain reaction, and noise filled
the room as students crammed their laptops into their bags and moved to
leave.
After our dismissal, Cyrus stood next to Dr. Z’s podium, and
they spoke in low voices with a lot of nodding and a few smiles.
Oh, hell no. I stood up, grabbed my bag, and walked down the steps,
standing in the space next to Cyrus.
“Cyrus has just returned from a summer in Mali,” Dr. Z said, smiling.
“Oh?” I said, with cold eyes. “You have family
there?”
“No,” Cyrus said flatly. He didn’t offer further
explanation, so I stared at him until he became uncomfortable and looked
away. That was my very favorite thing to do to everyone.
“Cyrus is researching the Dogon tribe. Very interesting,”
Dr. Z said. “He’s the third member of our team.”
“What?” I said the word louder than I’d meant and high
enough to be embarrassing.
Cyrus nodded once to us both, and then he was
gone.
“Are you replacing me?” I asked, my heart pounding. My
assistant job was connected to my scholarship. If Cyrus stole it from
me, I could be in real danger of losing that money. It was too late to find a
student position that wasn’t already taken.
“Of course not. You saw the data I sent. You’ll never have
time for anything else if I don’t add someone to the
team.”
“I can do it,” I said, only feeling a tiny bit relieved.
“You know I don’t go home for the holidays. I don’t mind working
weekends.”
Dr. Z smiled. “Rory, I know you don’t mind working weekends,
but you should.”
He walked out of the classroom, leaving me among his weird sculptures and artifacts. None of it made sense. Dr. Z had
always been careful. I couldn’t imagine he would invite someone he didn’t trust
into his precious laboratory. Something about Cyrus felt off, but he didn’t
seem dangerous or
untrustworthy. If the professor had been considering Cyrus
as just a third team member, he would have mentioned it before today. The only
explanation for my exclusion from this news was that he was planning to replace
me. What’s more, hastily inviting a new student into his lab wasn’t just
uncharacteristic; it was troubling.
My eyes were all over the place, looking at a different inanimate object with every thought. I couldn’t lose my position as
Dr. Zorba’s assistant. Everything was riding on it.
The room grew darker, bringing my attention to the large
windows. The clouds outside were gray. At this time of year, the
weather was more likely to bring in a cold front than a storm. The wind began to
blow the few leaves that had just started to fall from the huge oak trees. I
pulled one of several
tubes of lip balm from my jacket pocket and ran it over my
lips. I loved winter up until the night I died. Now it just seemed
ominous.
Clenching my teeth with determination, I lifted my bag and swung it over my
shoulder. I refused to lose my assistant position with Dr. Z. Cyrus could take his thought-provoking, eloquently worded questions and shove them up his
ass.
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About the Author:
Jamie McGuire was born in Tulsa, OK. She attended the
Northern Oklahoma College, the University of Central Oklahoma, and Autry
Technology Center where she graduated with a degree in Radiography.
Jamie paved the way for the New Adult genre with
international bestseller, Beautiful
Disaster. Her follow-up novel Walking
Disaster debuted at #1 on the New York
Times, USA
Today, and Wall Street
Journal bestseller lists. She has also written apocalyptic
thriller Red Hill, a novella
titled A Beautiful Wedding, and the Providence
series, a young adult paranormal romance trilogy.
Jamie lives on a ranch just outside Enid, OK with husband
Jeff and their three children. They share their 30 acres with cattle, six
horses, three dogs, and Rooster the cat.
Find Jamie at www.jamiemcguire.com or on Facebook, Twitter,
and Instagram!
Website: http://www.jamiemcguire.com/
Twitter: https://twitter.com/JamieMcGuire
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