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How about getting sent to the wrong Paris? As in Paris-frigging-Minnesota?
Bye-bye career dreams. Bye-bye glamour and haute couture. Hello flannel shirts, mind-numbing cold, zero bars on the cell phone, and socially challenged mountain men with tons of unruly facial hair.
So yeah, let the truck barreling her way hit her, please. Less painful.
Logan should have dodged the little lost waif and kept on driving. Who in their right mind walked in the middle of the road, dressed in white from head to high heels, during a snowstorm? Clueless city girls, that’s who. Sky is all that Logan has gladly left behind: stylish, cosmopolitan, and a massive pain in the butt. He wouldn’t trade a single day in his quirky little corner of the woods for all the high-maintenance beauties the city can offer.
Too bad this beauty has been deemed a health hazard and quarantined in his house. Damn his doomsday-prepper neighbors and their paranoid emergency protocols. Now he has to keep Sky in and the pandemic squad out until the roads are clear. The question is, will that happen before or after Sky realizes she’s under house arrest?
Ah, the best-laid plans…
I can honestly say that I never thought I would find myself surrounded by a community of Doomsday Preppers, and even though it’s only in a fictional sense, as big city girl, Sky Gonzalez, maneuvers her way through a crash course in survival and a pandemic squad whose unannounced drills and game plan don’t quite play into Sky’s fashion sense and beauty regiment, I found myself giggling at the absurdity of the situation but also understanding how the idiosyncrasies and crazy standards of the inhabitants of No Name, Minnesota, can make a woman like Sky – one whose appearance seems to mean EVERYTHING to her – reevaluate her life choices and reconsider high society/big city’s fakery as well as what’s important in the grand scheme of things when one never knows when the world might end;)
Logan Nolting is one FINE mountain man. He’s a nerdy, socially challenged chemist who is all about developing practices that are environmentally friendly, and while for the life of me I can’t understand how and why he puts up with this kooky mix of survivalists, he seems to fit in better than he think he does, handling everything the pandemic squad throws at him and doing what he can to not pose a security threat to this motley crew of doomsdayers.
What I love most about Sky is that she’s not the woman her appearance and lifestyle depict her to be; in fact, Sky proves rather quickly that the woman Logan’s pegged as is only partly true because while she does love fashion, brand names, and beauty products, she can make do and think on the fly, which is way more than his ex ever could do.
Elle Aycart really stepped outside of the box for her newest release, and I’m so glad she did! The setting and characters that Aycart introduced readers to are definitely eccentric and over the top when it comes to their end of the world practices, but the people of No Name, Minnesota, are actually happier and more alive than most city dwellers who lavish themselves with an extravagant and materialistic lifestyle.
Sky’s the Limit is a great introduction to Aycart’s Doomsday Preppers series; the groundwork was quite extensive in book one when it comes to building this world where all escape plans are created, explored, and firmly established making survival possible even in the worst of end days’ possibilities like a Zombie Apocalypse. As Sky is introduced into this prepper lifestyle and required to conform to their standards and run their required drills, readers are also given a crash course into what it takes to survive, and while I can’t say that I would want to live in such an environment, it makes sense that someone like Sky…the woman she becomes by being around the No Name residents and Logan…definitely
Even though Sky and Logan’s story felt a bit too long and a tad slow at the beginning, I really enjoyed meeting Aycart’s new cast of characters and I can’t wait to see whose stories she’ll make a part of this new series.
4.5 Poison Apples
Logan addressed the pandemic squad up on the platform. “Sorry to break it to you. This is a free country. You can’t go quarantining people at will.”
“Wrong. Exactly because this is a free country, we can.”
There were some mumbles of agreement from the crowd, “That’s right” and “You got it” and “Try to stop us.”
“We live in a democracy. Let’s take a vote,” Carol suggested. “All in favor of quarantining Patient
Zero, please raise your hands.”
Everyone, including a smirking Ty, raised their hands.
“Oh, come on,” Logan grumbled. “Really? You serious?”
“Motion accepted,” Carol said, wrestling the gavel from the mayor and banging it on the podium.
“Besides, Patient Zero doesn’t have to know she’s been quarantined. Just keep her indoors by any means necessary until she gets better.”
“Or she kicks the bucket,” somebody chimed in.
Nuts. The whole bunch of them. Down to the very last one.
“She’s not Patient Zero, people. Her name is Sky and she’s got the flu, damn it. Not Ebola. Just a common, garden-variety flu.”
“By our calculations, Patient Zero has been here almost twenty-four hours. We’re late on containment,” Carol said.
Logan shook his head in dismay. Man, like talking to a wall.
“You had her hidden away for a whole day?” Ty asked impishly.
“She was just sleeping on my sofa.” Logan realized his mistake right away and turned to Carol and the rest. “You are not burning my sofa. Are we clear?”
Whether it was clear or not, Logan didn’t know, because Carol ignored his words. “And we’ll be monitoring you,” she added while the rest nodded. “At the slightest indication you’re sick—”
“Yeah, yeah, you’ll quarantine me too, and if I don’t get better fast enough, you’ll shoot me and cremate my remains.” Along with the damn couch, of course.
Carol rolled her eyes. “Don’t be silly.”
“Yeah, don’t be silly,” someone interjected. “We’ll autopsy you before that. Dissect you into tiny pieces.”
Jesus fucking Christ. Why couldn’t his neighbors have been the gearheads prepping for solar flares that would fry the grid? More kumbaya. Less ready to dissect.
“This is all your fault, Megan,” he said to his sister, who was sitting two rows behind him.
“Couldn’t you have moved somewhere else? A normal fucking place?”
She just laughed. “You heard the lady. Keep Patient Zero indoors—by any means necessary.”
“What? Skills too rusty to keep a woman indoors?” she asked.
“I can help,” Ty added. “Is she pretty?”
Gorgeous, actually. Big, dark eyes. Olive-colored skin. Delicate features. But that was beside the point too.
“Fuck off, both of you,” Logan muttered. Raising his voice, he addressed the crowd again. “You’re certifiable. All of you.”
“I totally agree,” Carol said. “We give you far too much leeway. Look at how flexible we’ve been about your toxic contaminants.”
After a colorful array of jobs all over Europe ranging from translator to chocolatier to travel agent to sushi chef to flight dispatcher, Elle Aycart is certain of one thing and one thing only: aside from writing romances, she has abso-frigging-lutely no clue what she wants to do when she grows up. Not that it stops her from trying all sorts of crazy stuff. While she is probably now thinking of a new profession, her head never stops churning new plots for her romances. She lives currently in Barcelona, Spain, with her husband and two daughters, although who knows, in no time she could be living at the Arctic Circle in Finland, breeding reindeer.
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