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272 pages, Hardcover
First published September 2, 2014
But her long, chestnut waves and wide green eyes were unmistakable, even ten yards away. They were focused directly on the pile of Prior bodies that were mounting atop the back of an old truck.Cause there ain't no romance like that carried over a pile of stinkin', burnin' corpses. Yee-haw!
Davis’s face changed from terrified to pale to sick. She coughed in hard, hacking gasps; she was so rarely exposed to unfiltered air. A few people turned to stare. Cole saw them take in her face with its porcelain skin, invisible pores, and even features. Her long, lithe legs with their perfect muscle definition. Her silky hair, looking glamorous even disheveled.


Soon her father would be in office, and he’d keep her—and the rest of the city—safe, peaceful, and segregated. Worry-free, with cleaner boundaries established, everyone happier. The Imps and Priors didn’t belong together—anyone could see that. Segregation would be better for everyone involved.Meet Davis, or as I like to call her, Aryan Nation. Ok, fine, I lied. She isn't Aryan Nation. Let's call her Miss Eugenics instead. Because in the battle for genetic superiorty, she the shit, yo!
It had been nearly seventy-five years since Kensington’s death in 2062, but his political agendas were stronger than ever among conservatives like her father. Davis’s father had told her horror stories of what the city had been like back when the Imps were fully integrated. Crime—rapes, shootings, theft—was through the roof until Kensington started pushing segregation.OH MY GOD. RAPE. MURDER. CRIMES!!!!!!!!!! THE FUTURE IS A HORRIBLE PLACE.
Mrs. Marrick’s voice droned on about the dark period after the last of the ice caps melted, when floods and hurricanes devastated the United States economy; Kensington’s alliance with India; the eventual treaties between Old Canada and the Old United States; the forming of the New Americas and its division into territories, including New Atlantic; blah blah, stuff that felt so irrelevant.Our main character, bred for genetic superiority in intelligence certainly shows herself to be a dedicated scholar.
Her legs were her best feature, muscled and defined from a lifetime of ballet, but now she tugged on the hem of her dress, worried that it showed too much. The glitter on her shoes drew attention to her slim ankles—but should she have worn heels that were a little lower? Fia had helped her select a navy dress that clung to her frame, and her chestnut hair spread over her shoulders in uniform waves.She has the perfect life. But something's missing ;_; (Why is something always missing? I don't know about you, but I would be happy as a clam in a rug. Wrong expression?) She doesn't know what it is...until she meets....COLE!
“You want me to get close to a Prior. Why me?” Cole looked up.PEOPLE ARE HOT FOR HIM. OMG!!!!!!
“Let’s just say I’ve heard you have a way with the ladies.” Parson Abel jerked his head, indicating the hall down which Michelle had retreated. “It’s no secret that you’re a good-looking guy, Cole. Don’t you hear the way people react to you in the fights? No? Of course not.” Parson Abel smiled thinly. “People are hot for you out there. Men, women, everyone. That’s why I need you for this. It can’t be anyone else.”

Davis turned around, taking in the handsome guy standing behind her. He was cuter than the other guys she knew, who were also very cute. He was perfect like all the rest, but something was different about him.THE FIRE. THE PASSION! I FEELS IT!!!!!!!!
She looked at him then looked away, having trouble meeting his eyes. Was she the only one who thought the kiss was incredible? Maybe it wasn’t. Maybe it was just her imagination, tricking her into believing something she wanted to believe. Why couldn’t she stop thinking about it? Especially now of all days, when focus was more important than ever?She can't stop herself from pondering what this horrifying disease that causes ones' skin to crack and fall apart ending in hemorrhage...
“I’m glad I was there, too.” His eyes met hers, burning her with their intensity. Her body filled with the same indescribable heat she’d felt kissing him. Even a look from him rivaled a touch from anyone else she knew in its ability to make her skin react. She wondered if he’d kiss her again.She can't stop thinking about how her family, her friends, her society as a whole, will be affected by this tragedy...except when she's thinking about Cole.
Davis swiveled around to glance out the rear window, but Cole had disappeared. Her stomach clenched again. He didn’t want to see her, it seemed clear. So if she happened to run into him again, she’d keep her distance. The dismissal was already too painful, and she barely knew him.The important question, of course, is WHEN THE FUCK DOES SHE NOT THINK ABOUT COLE. Can she trust this mysterious boy?!
She knew Vera was probably right that Cole couldn’t be trusted. But then why was the memory of it as fresh as if it had happened moments ago? Why did it still, days later, make her weak with excitement? Why were these thoughts interfering with everything she’d done since, from brushing her teeth to making breakfast with Fia to practicing for the PAs?And Cole. Now this is a couple made in hell. Or Mary Sue Heaven. Cole's people is oppresssed. No opportunities are given them. He has the chance to throw a coup, to destroy these genetically superior being who have claimed their superiority and thwarted the derogatorily-named "Imps" at every turn. Does he take the opportunity?
In a sense, Davis was the enemy. But he’d fallen for her like a fool, and now she was in danger because of him. He would do anything—even if it meant sacrificing his own life—to protect her.He has the chance to get even. To get good money. To help his mom, his family. Does he take the opportunity?
The kiss flashed through his mind for what seemed like the millionth time. Her lips, searing into his. Her heart, pulsing against his chest. It was so overwhelming a memory that he nearly dropped the bar, nearly passed out from the exertion coupled with emotion. He struggled to replace the bar in its tray.He has a chance for freedom. A chance at a different life. Does he take the opportunity...or will he throw away his life for a girl he hardly knows more than one day?
Cole was all about action. Winning the FEUDS was the way out. It was what he’d always wanted, dreamed of. His whole life, ever since he’d started fighting, Cole had planned to win and get outta there, bringing his family with him. He’d dreamed of moving to a faraway continent—Africa or Australia, maybe—where there was no such thing as segregation.His family's safety is at stake? Does Cole give a fuck? Or will he throw it away for some genetically-enhanced pussy?
Now, though, the fantasy of finding a place where he could live free of Prior rule didn’t bring him the same pleasure it used to. He still wanted to live on his own terms … but he didn’t want to leave. Not unless Davis was with him.
“Let me tell you something,” Parson said, taking a step toward Cole. “You threaten me again, I’ll rip your head off. I’ll do it when you least expect it. You better believe I’ll destroy you, and your family. You want to see your mother get fired, Cole? This is how to do it. You breathe one more word about this disease, and your mother’s job is gone. Any job, anywhere."What do you think he'll do? I know. That's why I DNFed this fucking book. An atrocity.



In this breathless story of impossible love, perfection comes at a deadly cost.
For Davis Morrow, perfection is a daily reality. Like all Priors, Davis has spent her whole life primed to be smarter, stronger, and more graceful than the lowly Imperfects, or “Imps.” A fiercely ambitious ballerina, Davis is only a few weeks away from qualifying for the Olympiads and finally living up to her mother’s legacy when she meets Cole, a mysterious boy who leaves her with more questions each time he disappears.
Davis has no idea that Cole has his own agenda, or that he’s a rising star in the FEUDS, an underground fighting ring where Priors gamble on Imps. Cole has every reason to hate Davis—her father’s campaign hinges on the total segregation of the Imps and Priors—but despite his best efforts, Cole finds himself as drawn to Davis as she is to him.
Then Narxis, a deadly virus, takes its hold--and Davis’s friends start dying. When the Priors refuse to acknowledge the epidemic, Davis has no one to turn to but Cole. Falling in love was never part of their plan, but their love may be the only thing that can save her world...in Avery Hastings's Feuds.