Savannah Janowitz’s perfect life was destroyed the night she and her boyfriend vanished without a trace. A year later she reappears—alone. With no memory of what happened and strange, new abilities manifesting, Savannah struggles to rebuild her life.
Evan Sullivan never gave aliens much thought until the night he and Savannah were abducted. Changed by the horrifying experiments that made him less than human, Evan hides in the shadows and watches Savannah rebuild her life without him.
But neither can let the other go. Reunited, Savannah and Evan finally see a glimmer of their old lives return. As they face what happened to them together, they realize aliens aren’t the only danger out there.
Someone closer to home is watching, waiting for the right moment to tear them apart.
Abducted Life is a New Adult science fiction romance book about life after an alien abduction.
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Chapter 1: Xxxx White-hot light stung his eyes. The roar of an engine shook his eardrums, threatening to burst them. His arms and legs were pinned to the cold ground. Above, a massive craft hovered. It was black and sleek, like a giant Porsche with wings instead of wheels. Turbines beat out a frantic rhythm, and yellow lights flashed along its belly. With a low warble, the craft lifted up, vanishing among the stars in a matter of seconds.
Silence settled over the field. He rose to his feet. His only thought was to reach the girl lying motionless nearby. He stumbled across the flattened grass to Savannah. Her skin was washed white in the moonlight, and her strawberry blond curls were in tangles. She didn’t respond to his touch, but her breathing and pulse were steady. He gathered her into his arms.
In the distance, sirens wailed. Headlights raced down the road toward them. Panic lodged in his throat, and he bolted up. If they saw him…
The unconscious girl sprawled at his feet made him pause. He reached for her, but the dark green stripes coloring his arm made him recoil. He couldn’t allow her to see him either. She wouldn’t remember and would be repulsed with what they had done to him. He curled his fingers into a fist and ran to the edge of the field where the trees promised safety.
Hidden, he watched the police cars turn onto the field, kicking up dust in their wake. They skidded to a stop. Their headlights illuminated Savannah. Officers hurried to her with their hands on their guns. One knelt next to Savannah and placed two fingers on her neck.
“Call an ambulance,” he said. “She’s alive.”
“Is it her, Jimmy? The Janowitz girl?”
“I hope so.”
“But where did she disappear to? It’s been a year since she and Evan Sullivan went missing in this field.” The officer beside Savannah shook his head. He stared at the starry sky. “Dunno.”
An ambulance’s red and white lights flashed in the darkness. Its call was mournful. The paramedics tended to Savannah. She woke as they worked. Tears blurred his vision when she whispered his name.
I’m here, Savvy.
But he wasn’t. He sank into the shadows of the forest and vanished.
Chapter 2: Savannah Four years later
The wine glass tipped, and its red contents sloshed. Savannah’s hand flashed out and caught it before the base could leave the table’s surface, sparing the beige carpet. She placed the cup on a coaster, far from the table’s edge.
“Whoa, Savannah. Nice catch.” Mandy’s jaw hung. Disbelief widened her hazel eyes. She was still reaching for her drink.
Savannah gave her roommate a tight smile. “It was luck. Besides, we’re not supposed to have alcohol in the dorms.”
Mandy pressed a finger to her lips. “Shh. We aren’t drinking wine. We are indulging in a fruity beverage.” “That makes you tipsy.” Savannah grinned and settled back.
Mandy grabbed her glass and took a swig. Her cheeks were flushed red and she swayed slightly in her seat. “You’re tipsy too. You’ve drunk as much as I have.”
Savannah straightened up. A lump formed in her throat. Her hands were steady, though, as she sipped her drink. The alcohol tingled through her, giving her a fleeting, lightheaded sensation before dissipating. “I hold my juice better than you.”
Mandy snorted. She downed the remainder of her wine then gathered her notebooks. “I’m done studying tonight. Gonna go to bed. Night.”
“Night,” Savannah murmured.
She finished organizing her notes and packed everything up. Tomorrow she’d finish her paper. Her feet dragged as she plodded to her room, and a yawn escaped. The pink and purple blankets on her bed called to her as she changed into an oversized shirt with the word Shiny in gold across the chest. Briefly, her fingers paused on her stomach and the marks stretched around her belly button. Other marks marred her body; tiny pinprick scars on her legs, and burns down her back, but none of those filled her with longing as the ones on her stomach did, as if something had been ripped away.
Shaking the emotion off, she burrowed under the blankets. The muffled voices of students in the hallway of their dormitory floated in the air. She shut her eyes, ignoring the noises, and drifted to sleep.
The room was cloaked in darkness when Savannah’s eyelids popped open. She sat up, grabbing her phone. The time was just before two in the morning. Looking around her bedroom showed nothing out of place. What had disturbed her wasn’t there. She tilted her head, listening. The halls had become silent in the dead of night, but if she strained hard enough, she heard the sounds of the other students sleeping in their dormitories.
A whispered moan turned her toward the far wall. On the other side was Mandy’s bedroom. She heard shuffling then another moan. With a grimace, she slumped back. That’s what woke her? Mandy’s boyfriend coming over for some late-night sex?
Savannah covered her ears. She was tempted to bang on the door and disturb them for waking her, but they were being quiet. If only her hearing wasn’t so freaking sensitive.
Then again, everything about her was more sensitive.
She saw her bedroom as if a light was on: the desk and dresser with photos of family and friends adorning the top, prints of Van Gogh’s paintings and works by artists she discovered online hanging on the wall, and rumpled clothing by the desk that she hadn’t bothered to throw in the hamper. She smelled the tang of sweat and bodily fluids coming from Mandy and her boyfriend and felt the electric pulse as their orgasms drew closer. Their pounding hearts also indicated it’d be over soon. Quickly.
Her stomach flopped. She felt like a dirty pervert. Grabbing her phone and earbuds, she put on a soothing melody with violins. The song wouldn’t drown out the smell or tingle against her skin, but it muffled the sounds. From under her bed, she pulled out a scrapbook her mom made for her before she left for college. A smile pulled at her lips at the memories of her childhood: summer camp with friends, family vacations, cheerleading competitions, and school dances.
The happiness was snuffed out when she turned the page. Images from a formal dance put a lump in her throat. She had worn a sky-blue dress. It matched her eyes, he had said.
She traced his face, remembering how silky his honey brown hair had felt in her fingers, the softness of his lips against her neck, and his deep, purring voice. Adoration for her had burned in his amber eyes. Whenever he had seen her, a goofy grin had lit his face. So many vivid details that made her life empty without him. They had been childhood friends, meeting on the first day of kindergarten and getting into trouble for not listening to their teacher. He had always been there for her, defending her from a bully, and she for him by helping him with homework. It took a while for their friendship to grow into something more. A few boys distracted her along the way, and other girls had caught his attention, but they had always reunited. One balmy summer night––when she was sixteen, and he was fifteen––they had shared their first kiss. Her heart had belonged to him from that moment on. A tear trickled down her cheek. She closed the book and clutched it to her chest. Their fairytale romance ended the night he went missing without a trace. She had disappeared, too, but somehow, she had returned. No memories, save one: a bright light, a pain in her neck, and the boy she loved screaming her name.
READER REVIEWS Nick Wilfordrated it 4 stars. An excellent story with a very sympathetic pair of main characters that I continually wanted a good resolution for. After being mysteriously abducted and returned to Earth, Evan and Savannah both have issues to deal with - disfigurement and being outcast from his former life for one, and memory loss and some very pressing urges for the other. The author did a great job at drawing me in with little details that are revealed throughout. The devotion the two have for each other is touching and I was rooting for them to have a future together. As well as being a love story this is also a very strong sci-fi read with hints of complex (and brutal) alien societies. Without giving too much away, I hope the author continues Evan and Savannah's story as well as showing us more of this intriguing world. Recommended!
Diane Burtonrated it 5 stars. Stunning story with strong characters. When Savannah and Evan disappeared, everyone thought they ran away. But when she returned with no memory of the missing year, she came back alone. Desperate for answers, Savannah resumes a "normal" life. With unusual new talents. What had her abductors done to her?