Genre: YA Dystopian
Word Count: 98,000
Livvy Moore never thought she’d have to choose between love and loyalty. In fact, love has never been an issue. Second dates never seem to follow the first. Livvy always manages to insult even the nicest of boys, no matter how blue his eyes or how adorably disheveled his hair. A seventeen-year-old living in the not-to-distant future, Livvy is about to become an integral part of The Administration as a recruit for the Department of Psychological Defense. But when the first stranger she has ever met, Wes, shows up at the Academy just weeks before graduation, she is immediately drawn to him in ways she can't explain.
Livvy must help Wes escape a fate that she and the government she's about to join have handed down to him and in doing so learn a truth that will change all she's ever known, all she's ever trusted. To believe in Wes is to turn her back on her family, her future, her entire existence as she knows it. But to stay loyal to the Administration could mean Wes’s life. Will she trade hers for his?
I suck at flirting. But Will Connelly's beautiful blue eyes are motivation for success. So I listen to my inner monologue: Don’t judge.
"What's your SARA?" He asks, sipping green tea.
I'm grateful Will picked Joe for our sort-of-date. It is, after all, my second home. Caffeine and I have a long and successful relationship. Boys, well, they’re another story. Sitting here, though, in one of Joe's high backed wooden chairs, the café's warm amber light, black coffee in hand, I am at total and utter peace. That is, until I realize I'm staring.
I've never looked at Will like this. The faint sprinkling of freckles across his nose and cheeks are boyish reminders of playground chases and jumping off swings. But boyish he is not. I've always known Will was a possibility for a match, but come on. No human being should have eyes like his. Icy blue with lashes any girl would kill for—please.
Afraid his eyes can read my thoughts, I shift my gaze to his hair. The Academy mandates it be cropped short, but Will's sandy locks are just long enough for that adorable bed head look that few can master. Finally I notice him waving his hand in front of my face.
"Huh?" I ask.
I must still look confused, which I am. So he repeats.
"Your SARA... sanctioned artistic release activity? Just wanted to know what you do." His smile is warm, and my cheeks flush. I guess I’m still in the game.