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Enslaved by N.W. Harris
Genre: YA, post-apocalyptic
Series: The Last Orphans #3
Publication: Coming December 29th, 2015
by Clean Teen Publishing

If he loses her, he’ll lose his will to fight.

Shane and his friends survive the first major attack against the enemy, destroying the alien ships that came to harvest the children of Earth and turn them all into slaves. However, one ship escaped, and the aliens have captured Kelly. Shane will do whatever it takes to save her, but turning his back on his friends could jeopardize the whole mission.

The enemy invades Kelly’s mind, turning her into a slave soldier. She’ll follow their orders, even if it means murdering her friends, including her little sister and Shane. She is helpless, trapped inside her body while it performs heinous tasks under the direction of her new masters, while her sanity and desire to live fade.

Shane returns home to make a rescue attempt, only to find Kelly commanding an army of human slave soldiers, and she’s determined to make him join her ranks. Will Shane save Kelly before she gets to her sister, or will she help the enemy enslave the rest of humanity?

Prologue

The boy was a coward—that was for certain. However, his redeeming quality was he didn’t want to be. He was jealous of his older sister, who would inherit the major share of his family’s wealth and political power. The admiral had admitted to Athos that he was given command of the Pegasus because his father wanted to send him away from Anu. After a few too many glasses of wine, he had expressed he wished he could be more like the general, a self-made man. Athos looked over at him, trying to adopt as paternal an expression as he could muster. If this were his clone, he would’ve done the universe a favor and drowned him as a child.
The admiral looked at the general, conflict painting his face. The panic and terror in the young man’s eyes subsided, another emotion taking over. The admiral was afraid, no doubt, but as Athos suspected and as was the norm for his class, greed and ambition trumped all. He could see the admiral imagining the return home, riding on a golden float into the capital with a billion eyes straining to catch a glimpse of him, everyone shouting his name and throwing millions of the precious victory roses in his path.
“I know you think me inexperienced,” the admiral said. “But I’m smart enough to know you haven’t lost a campaign yet. I will wait to contact command as you ask, but I’ll not wait long.”
“You won’t have to,” the general promptly replied. “Let us meet with the ship’s council. If you do not agree with me afterwards, then I shall personally assist you with the transmission of our dismal report.”
As long as the general could convince him his pathetic flesh would not be harmed and that he was going to be rich beyond his imagination, the undeserving admiral would go along with his plan. Next, he had to persuade the heads of the four families, the lower royalty who occupied the opulent outer portions of the vessel. Their greed was more evolved, even surpassing that of the admiral. Athos would show them the human recruits in the holding chambers of the Pegasus were fully enslaved, would show them the power of these perfectly evolved killing machines. First, they’d want blood, but then the business-minded families would see the potential. They wouldn’t be able to resist.