Welcome to the Blog Tour for Infinity by Jus Accardo presented by YaReads Blog Tours. Having read and enjoyed Infinity, I hope you enjoy the excerpt I have to share today from the book and check our my review that was posted yesterday :)
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Jump dimensions. Find the bad guy. Don’t fall in love.Nobody said being the daughter of an army general was easy. But when her dad sends a teenage subordinate to babysit her while he’s away? That's taking it a step too far.
Cade, as beautiful as he is deadly, watches Kori with more than just interest. He looks at her like he knows her very soul. And when he saves her from a seemingly random attack, well, that's when things get weird.
Turns out, Kori's dad isn’t just an army general—he’s the head of a secret government project that has invented a way to travel between parallel dimensions. Dimensions where there are infinite Koris, infinite Cades…and apparently, on every other Earth, they’re madly in love.
Falling for a soldier is the last thing on Kori’s mind. Especially when she finds herself in a deadly crossfire, and someone from another Earth is hell-bent on revenge…
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“Is that something people lie about around here?” His blue jeans were worn, pulled over battered black combat boots. The sole of the left one was peeling away from the shoe. Did he think he could slack because Dad wasn't here? That no one would see him and report back? Even if they had permission to be in civies, there were strict standards. While off duty, a soldier had to maintain a neat, well-groomed appearance. This was more an outfit worthy of a high school rebel, which, honestly, this guy didn't look much older than.
The one in the back pushed him aside and came forward. Black hair fell just below his ears and had a slight wave to it. It was fuller than normally allowed, not even close to regulation. On some of our previous bases, hair standards weren't strictly enforced. But at Hannity, they were sticklers. High and tight. Those were the rules.
Like the other guy, he had on a leather jacket with black fatigue pants tucked into slightly worn combat boots. Unlike the first, though, this one had seen some trouble in his day. There was a thin scar on the left side of his face. It went from just above his eyebrow, down across his eye and to the tip of his chin.
My pulse spiked a little as his gaze raked over me. Down and up, then up and down, lips parting slightly. I didn't go for greenies, but this one sent the butterflies in my stomach tripping crazy. It was the scar. It added character to his angular face, suggesting that maybe there was more than meets the eye. Or possibly it was the way he was looking at me. With a spark of hunger and something close to wonder in his expression. I'd never had anyone look at me that way. Like I was something mythical and rare. A creature that shouldn't exist. I twisted, shifting so that the door obscured just a little more of me from his view.
He hesitated, focus still trained on me, and for a moment I thought he might poke me to be sure I was real. Clearing his throat, he finally said, “I'm Private First Class Cade Granger, and this is…” He paused to glance over his shoulder. “Recruit Noah Emeal.”
“A private and a fuzzy. Really?” I wasn't sure if I should be pleased or insulted. I mean, why bother sending supervision at all if you were going to scrape the bottom of the barrel?
“I promise you'll be safe with us, Miss Anderson.”
Miss Anderson. Huh. Maybe there wasn't more to this guy. He sounded just like the rest of them. Formal and uptight. “That right? So you're here to save me from myself?” Because, really, that was the problem, right? I couldn't be trusted to keep myself out of trouble.
“I'm not sure I understand.” He tilted his head to the left, confused, but didn’t take his eyes off me. In fact, if anything, his gaze grew more intense. It was like he and I were the only ones in the room. In the world…
“I'd really appreciate it if you could stop staring.” I snapped. “I can't tell if you're mentally trying to strip me, or contemplating which way to cook my skin for Sunday dinner. Either way, it’s creeping me the hell out.”
“Is that something people lie about around here?” His blue jeans were worn, pulled over battered black combat boots. The sole of the left one was peeling away from the shoe. Did he think he could slack because Dad wasn't here? That no one would see him and report back? Even if they had permission to be in civies, there were strict standards. While off duty, a soldier had to maintain a neat, well-groomed appearance. This was more an outfit worthy of a high school rebel, which, honestly, this guy didn't look much older than.
The one in the back pushed him aside and came forward. Black hair fell just below his ears and had a slight wave to it. It was fuller than normally allowed, not even close to regulation. On some of our previous bases, hair standards weren't strictly enforced. But at Hannity, they were sticklers. High and tight. Those were the rules.
Like the other guy, he had on a leather jacket with black fatigue pants tucked into slightly worn combat boots. Unlike the first, though, this one had seen some trouble in his day. There was a thin scar on the left side of his face. It went from just above his eyebrow, down across his eye and to the tip of his chin.
My pulse spiked a little as his gaze raked over me. Down and up, then up and down, lips parting slightly. I didn't go for greenies, but this one sent the butterflies in my stomach tripping crazy. It was the scar. It added character to his angular face, suggesting that maybe there was more than meets the eye. Or possibly it was the way he was looking at me. With a spark of hunger and something close to wonder in his expression. I'd never had anyone look at me that way. Like I was something mythical and rare. A creature that shouldn't exist. I twisted, shifting so that the door obscured just a little more of me from his view.
He hesitated, focus still trained on me, and for a moment I thought he might poke me to be sure I was real. Clearing his throat, he finally said, “I'm Private First Class Cade Granger, and this is…” He paused to glance over his shoulder. “Recruit Noah Emeal.”
“A private and a fuzzy. Really?” I wasn't sure if I should be pleased or insulted. I mean, why bother sending supervision at all if you were going to scrape the bottom of the barrel?
“I promise you'll be safe with us, Miss Anderson.”
Miss Anderson. Huh. Maybe there wasn't more to this guy. He sounded just like the rest of them. Formal and uptight. “That right? So you're here to save me from myself?” Because, really, that was the problem, right? I couldn't be trusted to keep myself out of trouble.
“I'm not sure I understand.” He tilted his head to the left, confused, but didn’t take his eyes off me. In fact, if anything, his gaze grew more intense. It was like he and I were the only ones in the room. In the world…
“I'd really appreciate it if you could stop staring.” I snapped. “I can't tell if you're mentally trying to strip me, or contemplating which way to cook my skin for Sunday dinner. Either way, it’s creeping me the hell out.”
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