Author: S. M. Anderson
Publisher: Curiosity Quills
Release Date: December 11
Genre: YA Science Fiction
Blurb:
Adopted off the black market, Alexander Mitchell, has no idea his DNA is copyrighted and property of military weapons giant Texacom Defense. Nor that his DNA is being used to develop an army of clones. When the company discovers he was not properly disposed of 17 years ago, they send an assassin copy, BETA23, to terminate Xan and cover it up After he narrowly escapes BETA23’s first attempt, Xan teams up with Lacey, a genetically engineered genius he’s surprised to find common ground with— only they’re awkward together. Half of the time she stares at Xan like the science project he is and the other half…let’s just say Xan can’t keep his eyes off her lips. When they manage to capture a company copy by luck and sheer stupidity on Xan’s part, Lacey is determined to see the good in their prisoner to the point she believes BETA23 can be persuaded to give them the intelligence they need to keep the company forever off Xan’s back. Xan’s not sure if he can trust the darker version of himself, not when it means gambling with the lives of his family and the possibility of losing Lacey.
My Review:
This book was very original and interesting. I've read tons of books and I've yet to find one like "Copied". So what's it about? Let's discuss.
When Xan is framed for starting a fire that hurts his best friend, it changes his whole life. He turns to the very intelligent Lacey to help him investigate. Together they find an awekward balance between friendship and mutual attraction that will keep the reader entertained. What these two discover is beyond their wildest dreams. The person that started the fire looks exactly like Xan (creepy right??) Xan asks his parents for help and they admit not only was he bought on the black market, it's possible that he was part of a multiple birth!
If only this was the end of Xan's problems. Another clone Beta 23, has one mission to kill Xan. From here on, this book is kicked into high gear as we follow Xan and Lacey's efforts to stay one step ahead of the enemy while trying to unlock dangerous secrets that could save them.
What I thought:
This book was fast paced, exciting and simply amazing! I love all the characters and how realistic they were. I know if I found out I was a clone I'd freak out. not Xan, he never gave up and fought hard for what he knew was right. I honestly couldn't put it down! Copied is a MUST read!!!
Excerpt:
Beta opened his swollen eyes. Craning his neck
sideways, he took a good look at his surroundings. Pain throbbed through his
skull and down his spine. Everything blurred, but the outline of the shelves
confirmed he was still in the storeroom. His mouth omitted a soft groan. The
screech of a heavy wooden chair sliding across the tile floor resonated in his
ears, and Beta winced. The slight flex of his facial muscles shot needles of
pain through the bruises on his face.
A blurry figure appeared above him. “How are
you feeling?”
He waited a moment for his vision to clear and
ignored the burning itch of his skin as his cells started the process of
regeneration.
Lacey hovered over him, brow furrowed and lips
pursed as she examined him. When he didn’t respond, she rested a hand on his
shoulder and gave it a little shake.
“Beta?”
The light touch of her palm sent a wave of
energy through him. He jolted upright. “Ouch!”
Pain so severe that he felt like the walls of
his head would collapse in on themselves riveted through his body.
She winced. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to startle
you. Please don’t move if it hurts.”
Beta scooted to the top of the bed and leaned
his back against the brass headboard.
“You didn’t startle me. I just…” His voice
trailed off. He couldn’t think of a way of saying what he meant without
sounding weak.
“Never mind.” She gingerly touched the edge of
his swollen eye with the tips of her fingers. “Are you in pain?”
He stiffened like the reflex of a beaten animal
the first time it knows the touch of a gentle hand. Why should she care? “It’s fine. We heal quickly.”
Her gaze slid across his face. She probed every
bruised nook and cranny. There was a hunger in her eyes as if she was the
question and he the answer. He felt something else too; an emotion or feeling
that he couldn’t put a name to. Something he'd never, in his short life,
experienced. Beta stared past her, his eyes focused on the faint brush strokes
of the wall’s dried white paint. If he could just ignore the strange new animal
that had awakened inside him, he’d rally again and escape.
He cleared his throat.
“Sorry.” Lacey pulled back. “You must be
hungry.”
She disappeared from the room and returned with
a tray of food in her hands. Then she unfolded two short legs from the bottom
of the tray and laid it across his lap. A loose strand of her ebony hair brushed
against his cheek. Beta’s fingers twitched, knocking his wrists against the
handcuffs. He wanted to tangle his hands in that silky-looking hair, just to
know what it felt like.
She dipped a spoon into a bowl full of watery
soup and pressed a mouthful to his lips.
Beta slurped down soft noodles with bits of chicken. Warmth
spread from his belly to the rest of his body. He glanced up at Lacey’s face,
inches away from his. Large red marks ran along the side of her jaw and neck.
His throat tightened, remembering he had been responsible for those bruises.
The little air he could suck in with bruised ribs tasted stale and stagnant.
Another new sensation breached the impenetrable hold of his heart, this one
unbearable. Beta swallowed hard. He had never regretted hurting someone before.
About the Author:
S. M. Anderson (Sarah Anderson) was born in Lima, Peru. She has lived in seven different countries, on five continents, and speaks a smattering of languages. As a child and even young adult, writing and reading were difficult for her, so difficult that she received extra help outside the classroom and was diagnosed with a learning disability. However, she always loved stories, especially ethnic folktales from the countries she lived in. It was the desire to create stories of her own that fueled her determination to overcome the challenges that came with writing. She has a BA in Art Education from BYU, with a minor in Russian, and a love of power tools. She has a growing family of three kids and currently lives in Springville, Utah.
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