Title: Trial By Ice (The President’s Daughter, Book 2)
Author: Micky O’Brady
Genre: YA Romantic Suspense
Cover Designer: KimG Design
Release Date: August 19th, 2025

One year of training as a PRICS agent has taught Alix the rules of survival: trust your training, guard your secrets, and never let emotions compromise the mission. But rules are made to be broken.

When a mysterious cyber threat known as the “Dark Unit” emerges with devastating potential, she’s thrust into a race against time to prevent a catastrophic attack. But this enemy knows too much—including secrets from Ian’s past that were never meant to surface.

As Alix and Ian chase leads from Washington, D.C. to his quiet hometown in the Pacific Northwest, they uncover a web of betrayal that strikes at the heart of PRICS itself. With a mole in their ranks and Ian’s family in the crosshairs, the line between personal and professional has never been more blurred. And when Ian vanishes, taken by enemies who’ve uncovered his buried truths, Alix must decide if she’s willing to break every rule in the book to save him. Because in a world of professional liars, the most dangerous truths are the ones we tell ourselves.

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Author: Micky O’Brady
Cover Designer: KimG Design
Genre: YA romantic suspense
Release Date: January 21, 2025

Being a teenage genius is tough. Being the President’s daughter is tougher. But being both while secretly working for a classified branch of the Secret Service? That’s 17-year-old Alix Forrester’s life now, and it’s about to get even more complicated.

Now she’s not just dealing with a shattered spine from a suspicious “accident”—she’s training to protect her father from an unknown assassin. Enter Ian Donckers, her mysterious new teacher and Secret Service instructor, who’s barely four years older than her. He’s brilliant, challenging, and definitely off-limits, which doesn’t stop her heart from raising every time he’s near. Then there’s Sam—her father’s favorite intern and her longtime crush—who finally kisses her right before he’s accused of plotting to kill the President. To clear Sam’s name and save her father’s life, Alix will need more than her genius level IQ—she’ll need to become the spy she never wanted to be. Caught between her impossible feelings for Ian and her desperate need to prove Sam’s innocence, Alex discovers that mixing love and espionage might be the deadliest combination of all.

With a killer hiding in plain sight, a White House full of suspects, and five precious seconds that change everything, Alix must prove she’s more than just the President’s broken daughter. She might be the only one who can save him—if she doesn’t get herself killed first.

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Title: CRISPR Cris Parr
Author: Micky O’Brady
Cover Designer: KimG Design
Genre: YA thriller romance
Release Date: August 27, 2024

Seventeen-year-old Nya Bennison’s dream of following in her geneticist father’s footsteps takes a dark turn when she uncovers the shocking truth behind his groundbreaking research at Advangen Biotech. Deep within the company’s basement, Nya discovers Cris—a genetically engineered human with Neanderthal DNA, whose existence challenges everything she thought she knew.

Determined to free Cris from his unethical imprisonment, Nya reluctantly teams up with her former crush turned nemesis, Gabriel Hargrove. As they embark on a dangerous mission to rescue Cris and expose Advangen’s secrets, Nya and Gabe find themselves up against a powerful corporation that will stop at nothing to reclaim their “property.” With the police hot on their heels, the unlikely duo takes to the media, unleashing a global firestorm of reactions that range from unwavering support to chilling death threats.

But as Nya and Gabe grow closer and fight to prove Cris’ humanity to the world, a shocking revelation threatens to shatter everything Nya believes in. Suddenly, she finds herself not only questioning her father’s work but also facing a terrifying truth about herself—a truth that could change the course of her life forever.

With time running out and Advangen holding the key to her survival, Nya must confront the unethical experiments lying at the heart of her father’s legacy while navigating the blurred lines between science and morality. As she grapples with her own identity and the consequences of her father’s choices, Nya realizes the stakes are higher than ever before—and the price of the truth may be more than she’s willing to pay.

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Title: Timed Out (Time Warped, Book 3)
Author: Micky O’Brady
Cover Designer: KimG Design
Genre: Young Adult Scifi Romance
Release Date: January 16th, 2024

Temporal agent Lieutenant Nonie Thorburn always knew her boyfriend Captain Kieran Wildason would die young.

To say it put a damper on their relationship would’ve been an understatement, so when she discovers him alive in another dimension and brings him into her time, it’s a game changer of epic proportions.

Instead of being granted a well-deserved reprieve, they are ripped from their time and abducted into the future, becoming pawns in a flare-up of a raging temporal war. Their only hope to keep their timeline intact is to find the war’s origin and put an end to it.

As they hunt for clues through time and space Nonie and Kieran make a discovery so unbelievable, it upends everything they thought they knew and threatens not only the stability of their timeline, but the existence of time itself.

With limited options and time literally running out, Nonie must find a way to stop reality from collapsing if she wants a future for the world she knows—even if it means she and Kieran won’t be in it.

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Title: 33 Degrees
Author: Micky O’Brady
Genre: YA paranormal/contemporary drama
Release Date: February 14, 2023
Cover Designer: KimG Design

You haven’t arrived until you’re departed.

Seventeen-year-old Gwendolyn O’Karran survived a kidnapping. Her best friend Sarah did not—and Gwen has absolutely no recollection of the events that led to Sarah’s death. With her life torn to shreds and her heart tormented by survivor’s guilt, Gwen doesn’t expect much from the future, least of all the boy she’s had a crush on for years to attempt suicide—or herself to rescue him. Twice.

But seventeen-year-old Kai Harrison is convinced he has a valid reason to kill himself. He and his twin brother Cole were in an accident that caused their hearts to stop—enough for Kai to get a firsthand impression of what lies beyond the confines of life. All he wants is to flatline, enter the afterlife, and bring Cole back from the coma he’s in.

As crazy as it sounds, Gwen, conscience heavy from Sarah’s death, is intrigued. Obsessed with reuniting with their loved ones, Gwen and Kai come up with a plan to flatline themselves and trigger a near-death experience. Their quest to beat death at his own game brings them closer, but when they plunge into their reckless experiments, the boundaries between life and death begin to blur. As disturbing visions begin to haunt Gwen and force her to confront the consequences of trespassing on the other side, she realizes she opened the door in both directions when she pierced the veil between life and death. Everything Gwen thought she knew about the night that killed her best friend is challenged—and the secrets that surround Sarah’s death are still very much alive.

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As a fully-fledged agent of the Federal Bureau of Temporal Investigation, seventeen-year-old Lieutenant Nonie Thorburn’s job is to keep the timeline intact. While that sounds like a noble cause, it is incredibly difficult to pull off while stranded in the past without any means to track down the madman out to kill one of the most important historical figures of the last century, Captain Kieran Wildason—who also happens to be the man Nonie is in love with.

Chasing the assassin through decades long gone, Nonie must keep Kieran alive and the timeline from changing, or else the consequences will be dire. But the more she learns about the past and Kieran, the more she realizes something doesn’t add up. Somebody is meddling with the timeline, somebody from far up the time stream, in the distant future.

Caught in the middle of a temporal war, Nonie must do what fate has set in motion if she wants to save the world as she knows it, even if it means sacrificing the man she loves.

Title: Time Bound (Time Warped, Book 2)
Author: Micky O’Brady
Genre: Young Adult Scifi Romance
Cover Designer: KimG Design
Release Date: June 7th, 2022

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Hi there, dear reader! Happy to see you here. I’m assuming you’re browsing a tad, maybe looking for another book to hold in your hands or download onto your e-reader? A story to dive into and to lose yourself in? A nice adventure, a thriller, a romance story, or maybe a combination thereof, but in any case something to take your mind off the current whateveritmaybe?

Yup.

Me, too.

After all, it’s 2021, and there’s this thing called pandemic still really messing with normality as we knew it. Add environmental problems. Climate change. Politics. Ugh!

Reading is the cheapest way of traveling and the easiest way to live a different life, I’ve heard somewhere. And boy, isn’t it true? The places we have seen! The adventures we’ve had, the romances, the scares, the mysteries…! Is there anything better than opening a book and diving head first into the story? Anything better than feeling how it influences your spirits, lifts you up, and keeps you floating hopefully for a while, even after you (unfortunately) had to stop reading (because, work. They don’t understand!)?

Welcome to the world of endorphins and hormones, where the mind influences the body. That warm, buzzing feeling when you immerse yourself into a character and live their happy-ever-after? Thank you, brain, for this nice release of serotonin. Much appreciated.

I must say, it’s quite fascinating how our brain is adding the hormonal score to what’s happening in our life. About to be eaten by a bear? Here’s a huge serving of adrenaline, go run, Forrest! Run! Holding the cutest baby (or kitten, or puppy) in your arms? Let’s go with a surge of oxytocin, for bonding and love. Awww…!

And luckily for us, even if it’s not real life—only happening in a story we’re invested in—the brain responds accordingly, and so do our bodies. It’s what I love about reading: not only the escape, but that it can feel real. The struggles and heartbreaks, fear and rewards, they leave their sweat stains under our armpits, or warm our cheeks with the cutest blush. To paraphrase Professor Dumbledore, it’s happening in your head, but that doesn’t mean it’s not real.

And here’s the kicker, the secret I wanted to get to since I put down the headline for this post: if you want the real fix, the motherlode of hormonal tsunamis…write the story yourself.

OMG. People. I can’t even begin to tell you how much more of an impact that makes. Writing your story, bringing your characters through their challenges, hurting them (sorry, all characters I have every written and will ever write, I apologize.), building them up and having them experience THE THING that they’ve been working for… It’s addicting. Mind-blowing. An internal reward measured on the grand scale. Angels singing and stuff, I mean it!

So, here’s the TL;DR and my official recommendation, as a physician and author: Feeling a tad off for whatever reason? Grab a good book and let the story and your mind do the rest. Thank you, happy hormones. Feeling like that’s not enough? Start writing your own stories and see where it gets you. I promise, your mind is not going to let you down.

PS: obviously, if you’re feeling down-down, talk to your friendly neighborhood physician. We can all attest you’re not alone—never have been and never will be—and we’ll be happy to help you in a different way.

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About the Author

Micky O’Brady is a pediatrician-turned-writer living in beautiful, dry Southern California with her husband and two critters (one son, one dog). Micky loves to write YA thrillers with a romantic twist, mainly because she wishes her life had been such an awesome mix of action and cute guys when she was a teen. When she isn’t up at around 3 a.m. (with a cup of tea, Earl Grey, hot) drafting stories she can’t get out of her head, she can be found at a martial arts dojo, though maybe not at 3 a.m. She holds a 2nd degree black belt in Judo and a brown belt in Krav Maga, and is convinced every girl should know how to kick some butt. Learn more about Micky at her website.

Title: Time Warped
Author: Micky O’Brady
Genre: Young Adult Sci-Fi Romance
Cover Designer: KimG Design
Release Date: November 30th, 2021

Two-hundred years in the future, Earth has founded USEF: the United Space Exploration Fleet. Their outreach brought humanity new allies, but also new enemies.

Seventeen-year-old prodigy Nonie Thorburn has been unexpectedly promoted to Lieutenant of the United Space Exploration Fleet and given a top-secret mission—which soon goes awry. Thrust forty years into the past to a critical junction in time, Nonie finds herself stranded on the USEF Pioneer under the famous and—in her time—long-dead Captain Kieran Wildason, whom she instantly feels drawn toward.

A young wunderkind like herself, the two seem to be made for each other, but under no circumstances can she alter the timeline and risk the future she knows—and that means Kieran and any interference are off limits. However, when Nonie learns that the truth behind her arrival in the past is far more sinister than she expected, the lines begin to blur.

Trapped between the events unfolding in front of her eyes and the history she remembers; Nonie becomes the anchor point the future hinges on. With Kieran’s life on the line, she must make a decision that could delete her future and change the timeline forever.

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The sun sinks behind the grey houses on my right as I cross Melrose and head toward Larchmont Village. My parents took me here a lot when I was younger. Farmer’s market on Sundays and the best pizza in town. Not that I remember much of it, but Jezza does, and he likes to tell those stories of the good old times.

The memory plays out in front of my inner eye, bringing a peaceful serenity I’m missing most of these days.

No thinking.

No planning.

No responsibility.

Me likey.

That is until I pass by the old church on Melrose and Vine. Yelling. Shouts. Screams.

“Get him! More! Harder!”

A heavy thud followed by a pained grunt pierces the relative silence.

“Again! Give me the damn bat—” The dull sound of an impact, followed by another grunt and cough.

“Talk, demon! Talk or you’ll pay—”

I stop dead in my tracks.

Serenity?

Gone.

Adrenaline?

Pumping.

Another sound of something hitting a soft body, another suppressed pained grunt and yowl, both shooting straight through my heart and into my soul.

Now, I should probably keep on walking. I should. It’s dark, not the best neighborhood, and I’m a girl. They tell us we’re the weaker sex.

I should so ignore the shouts.

But I don’t.

Nope. I sprint into the parking area in front of the church, right to where the fog is the thickest and the street lights don’t do much to penetrate it.

“Hey!” I yell as soon as I can make out the silhouette of three people—no, four. Three standing, lined up in front of a fourth on his knees, his chest heaving heavily up and down, breath coming out in chokes. His arms are spread away from his body, his face turned up to his attackers, and this pose, it’s giving me chills.

With the three guys around him ready to strike, it looks like an execution—an execution where the guy on the ground has already accepted his fate. Where he is welcoming it.

One of the three guys standing holds a baseball bat high over his shoulder, ready to strike, and the outlines of the other two look no less hostile in their fighting stances, fists up.

What. The. Hell.

I drop my backpack and storm forward, hands balled into fists. “Hey! Three against one is unfair. P*** off!”

Two of them throw a quick glance over at me, their faces hidden beneath hoods, but the third one, the only one who visibly jerked when I yelled, stays focused on the guy on the ground. He raises the baseball bat as high as he can and delivers one hell of a blow to the other guy’s head. I scream out at the same time as the bat connects with that poor guy’s skull. His head whips around and blood splatters from his mouth onto his thick jacket.

Holy crap—that can’t be happening.

The third guy lifts the bat again, ready to do more damage.

Shoot.

Arms spread out wide, I jump right in front of the bleeding guy on the ground, legs shoulder width apart. “Stop! Are you guys crazy?” It’s not as if I was in a fighting stance, but my hands are up and ready to defend myself and the guy on the ground. Seriously, I’ll scratch their eyes out or whatever. Three against one is not going to happen on my watch, no matter what the other guy did.

Hooded guy number one, the one in the red shirt, shoves the guy with the bat into the shoulder from behind. “S***, one more, J. Don’t stop, he’s almost softened up. Make him talk. Now!”

“Oh, hell no, you won’t!” My heart hammers like crazy as I put my hands on my hips and stare at the three guys. Tall. Wide. Definitely stronger than me—okay, that was lame. Everybody is taller and stronger than me.

I hold my chin up high. “I give you one chance to run away. One chance. You don’t take it, I’ll scream, and I’m good at that. Or if you come closer, I’ll kick your balls all the way up your throat. Bon appétit.” I glare at them, and the guy with the bat and his face hidden underneath a black hoodie takes a stumble step back. That’s right, buddy. We don’t go around and beat people up.

“F*** off, b****.” Red-Hoodie steps closer to the one with the bat lifted above his shoulder and hisses, “Finish him.”

“No, you won’t,” I say with the conviction of a prize fighter. As if I could do anything if they decided to hurt me too. But fake it until you make it has been my unofficial motto for forever, and it works.

Also, never show fear.

Which is why I turn around as if the three stooges didn’t bother me at all. Never mind my heart hammering against my chest as if itself carried a baseball bat.

“Hey.” I bend down to the bleeding guy. “Are you okay?” Well, duh, stupid question. After the last blow, he’s on all fours, head lowered, blood caking his short, black hair and dripping from his face onto the dirty asphalt. I saw the hit he took, and it wasn’t his first. So no, he’s not okay.

Obviously, Sherlock.

Two steps and some shuffling, hissing and whispering behind me. Then, “Step away from that thing.”

Thing. A**holes. “Nope.”

Instead I reach for the boy’s upper arms and help him up from all fours to a kneeling position. His black down jacket is thick and moist. Fog or blood. Fog, I hope. “Come on. Ignore the idiots.”

“Holy f***,” somebody hisses and another one sounds like he was choking, but so far, I haven’t been hit by a baseball bat. Yet. I consider that a good sign.

Someone grabs my shoulder and yanks me away. “Are you crazy, Lea? Get away from him!”

Lea?

Lea?

In my mind, the connection is made before I have time to understand it.

I know that voice.

But there’s no way he would—

I let momentum carry me to a half-turn. For the first time, I really get to look at the black-hooded guy with the baseball bat, and I wonder how I could not have known it the second I joined this little get-together, semi-darkness and hood or not.

“Jezza?”

I could swear he flinches, while Blue-Hoodie curses. “F***, man. Run. If she can ID you…” He has a phone aimed at the scene in front of him, since when, I can’t say.

Red-Hoodie shoves Jezza in the shoulder. “You’re not running. You finish them off both now, the animal and—”

Jezza lifts his head, lips pressed into a thin line. He holds the bat higher. “Out of the way, Lea. Get away from him. Now!” He barks at me, and it’s the last straw.

“What the hell, Jezza? You’re beating up people now? What’s wrong with you?” I stomp my foot.

“You don’t understand—”

“No, I understand just fine!” I spin around and try to take the black-haired guy’s hands. He yanks them away from me, but come on. Accept help when you need it. This time I’m faster, grab his hands and pull him up to standing. Something warm and sticky squishes between our palms. Ugh, blood.

“S***, is she—”

“Will you finally finish him off? Hell, do I have to do everything my—”

“Lea, no! Don’t touch him! Don’t—” Jezza voice is filled with panic, but I don’t hear it.

I hear nothing but the soft gasp coming from the boy in front of me when our hands connect. One more attempt to pull free, but when I hold on, his fingers curl around mine as if I was a lifeline. His next breath comes out choked. “You know, the oaf is right. I’ll get you in trouble.”

That’s the moment he looks up at me for the first time, and that’s the moment my heart stops.

Blue eyes.

Clear, light, crystal blue eyes, like the sky on an early spring morning, so bright they shine from the inside and light me up to the depth of my soul—and yet they look beaten. Resigned. Sad. He’s young, maybe a year or two older than me. Angular jaw, some stubble, straight nose and high cheek bones. Tousled black hair. Despite the blood splattered across his face, he is beautiful somehow. Almost perfect.

Beautiful. Perfect.

Beautiful, perfect—an animal. A thing.

Click.

The pieces fall into place with an audible sound effect.

Beautiful and perfect.

Because Lord forbid a Founder was anything less than perfect.

The next breath hitches in my throat.

I’m touching a Founder.

I’m touching a freaking Founder.

A wheezy breath leaves my throat. “You’re—”

“Guilty as charged.” He gives me a crooked smile. “You probably should let go.” He throws a pointed glance down at our hands.

S***!

Instinct takes over, rips my hand out of the boy’s—the Founder’s—and sends me two steps stumbling back.

A Founder.

Founder. Founder. Founder. That one word plays on repeat and it won’t stop.

Founder. Founder. FOUNDER.

I touched a Founder.

Like mother, like daughter.

Every new breath comes harsher than the last, every heartbeat pumps less and less blood to my brain. My body has realized what my mind is still processing. I’m as good as dead.

“J! Here!” The sound of a gun being racked pierces the night and my mental fog.

“What? No! We never said—”

“F*** you, do it! He’s wide open! If he won’t talk, it’s our only cha—”

“I can’t kill him. It’s a sin—”

“Yes, you can!” Red-Hoodie shoves the gun at Jezza, then picks up two large rocks from the ground.

Across from them, the Founder takes a step forward, chest out, shoulders back. “Yes, you can. Or try, at least.” It comes out with a sigh. He takes another step forward.

“F***!” Jezza racks the gun and aims at his chest.

I stare at the scene in front of me openmouthed. This isn’t happening.

Not.

Happening.

Jezza is pointing a gun at a Founder.

A gun.

At a Founder—a Founder who is waiting for that bullet. Resigned. Submissive. Surrendering.

He’s going to let himself get shot.

What the hell is wrong with everybody here?

Bile rises up my throat.

No, no, no, no.

Jezza shooting a Founder is committing the ultimate sin. He’s throwing his life away, and I’m ninety-nine percent sure it’s not even going to kill the Founder. Hurt and incapacitate him for a while? Sure. But kill? Nope. Takes more than that, as in cutting off his head.

Like in slow motion, I watch his chest rise and fall with puffy breaths, his trigger finger curl…

…and curl…

…and—

Things happen too fast to process. One moment I’m a bystander, the next I’ve thrown myself in front of the boy. The Founder. “Stop!”

As if tasered, Jezza’s finger flies off the trigger. “Jesus Christ, Lea! Are you crazy? You—”

Behind me, the boy draws in a hoarse breath. “What—”

“F*** it, J! Shoot! Shoot!”

“But Lea—”

“Obviously, she’s on their side! Screw her!” Red-Hoodie throws one of the rocks at me and rips the gun out of Jezza’s hands. The stupid rock hits the side of my face, and while it hurts, the pain dulls the moment I see him point the gun straight at me. He snarls. “Shouldn’t have protected the demon, girl.”

Life slows down to a crawl. Look at that, death by gun. Not what I expected. Not ever, and especially not after touching a Founder.

Red-Hoodie doesn’t take his time like Jezza did. His finger curls and—

BANG!

A draft of air, a movement too fast for the naked eye to see, a ripping sound—and the boy is in front of me, jacket torn at the seams and two white wings sprouting from his back, spread wide and extending at least two meters in each direction.

Not even a millisecond later, the bullet hits its target.

The boy grunts once, but doesn’t stumble. Doesn’t fall. Doesn’t die.

Oh no, quite the opposite. He opens his fists, both palms glowing blue. “Not. A. Good. Idea.” He lifts his hands.

Jezza and his buddies finally realize what they’ve done: that they shot a Founder. They’re as good as dead. Blue-Hoodie is the first to turn on his heels as he pockets his phone. With a strangled squeak, he stumbles and barely catches himself, doing his best to scramble away from the Founder and the blue light that will end his life within a nanosecond.

Red-Hoodie grabs Jezza by the shirt and yanks him around with him. “Move!”

“Wait! Lea—” But Red-Hoodie drags him away with such a force, he’d fall if he fought him. Fall, and stay to be killed. For a moment, Jezza’s wide eyes meet mine—and then he’s gone.

Which leaves me alone with the Founder. Whom I touched. Who’s obligated to end me for that. Who’s charged to kill. His whole body is coiled and tight, ready to strike. Not even the extended wings can hide the irregular up and down of his shoulders. No matter it won’t kill him, this wound must hurt like hell. He balls his fingers to a fist only to stretch and curl them again, the change of the caerulean blue intensity throwing weird shadows into the fog. Any moment now, he’s going to throw up his hands and eliminate all three of his attackers in one single sweep of blue light. Kill them. Vaporize them.

“You’ve had your chance. Didn’t take it. My turn.” He raises his hands, and I’m back where I was ten years ago.

A blast so bright it hurt my eyes.

A sound of complete and utter surprise.

The smell of ozone so bad it made me nauseous.

“Stop!” The word is out before I know it was me saying it. Croaking it.

Another second passes before the boy—the Founder—whirls around, wings up for the duration of the movement to not knock me over. Blood seeps through his jacket below his right clavicle. The little bit of light from the street lamp behind him throws a halo into the fog above his head, and as the wings lower, he truly looks like an angel.

An angel of death.

It’s all the incentive I need. Self-preservation kicks in, at its finest.

I whirl around on my heels and run.

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About the Author

Micky O’Brady is a pediatrician-turned-writer living in beautiful, dry Southern California with her husband and two critters (one son, one dog). Micky loves to write YA thrillers with a romantic twist, mainly because she wishes her life had been such an awesome mix of action and cute guys when she was a teen. When she isn’t up at around 3 a.m. (with a cup of tea, Earl Grey, hot) drafting stories she can’t get out of her head, she can be found at a martial arts dojo, though maybe not at 3 a.m. She holds a 2nd degree black belt in Judo and a brown belt in Krav Maga, and is convinced every girl should know how to kick some butt. Learn more about Micky at her website.

Ten years ago, the Founders, angel-like creatures, arrived in their spaceships and conquered humanity. Seventeen-year-old Lea Akiyama knows all their rules by heart, especially the Eleventh Commandment: Thou Shalt Not Touch Those Descended From The Heavens. After all, breaking that rule got her parents killed.

Unfortunately, she does touch a Founder. Okay, she saves his life, but still. It would be eighteen-year-old Jamie’s right to kill her. Instead due to a weird twist of fate they both end up doing the bidding of the human Resistance.

Trapped and forced into cooperation, Jamie is the last person Lea expected to bond with. Granted, he’s definitely hot thanks to those uber-perfect Founder-genes, but he’s still one of them. Yet, as Lea and Jamie begin a dangerous double game for their freedom, the sparking tension between them becomes impossible to ignore.

Desperately trying to keep their distance from each other, Lea and Jamie uncover the Founders’ biggest secret—a secret that could change the course of the world and puts Lea in mortal peril not only by the Founders and their commandments, but even more by the boy she is falling for.

Title: Angel Down
Author: Micky O’Brady
Genre: Young Adult Sci-fi
Release Date: April 6th, 2021
Cover Designer: KimG Designs

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