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1819 saw the invention of a machine called the Gift of Travel, which allowed man to travel from point A to point B without moving a muscle. Over 200 years later, GOTS aren’t just built, but born. And Mori Saint Claire does not consider it a gift.

Mori is a GOT unlike any other. Had her father not hidden her for 20 years, she’d be property of the United States government, branded, crowned, enslaved. Instead she’s a veterinarian-in-training, walking the streets of Manhattan, prisoner of a life she’s not meant to live. Every waking moment is spent watching for the Alliance, the government goons in control of GOTS. If they discover Mori’s secret, she’ll be captured. Worse, her father will hang for not donating his GOT. 

Bain Becklem offers Mori a kind of freedom she never thought possible. He wants to love her. Only he’s the enemy, a goon, the son of the Alliance queen bee and Mori’s devil incarnate. Even Bain knows it will take more than love to change how his mother handles GOTS, how the world worships them, uses them, and how Mori sees herself. But in this time of political mayhem, love is all he’s got.



In 1819, the madman of a tiny town in Bulgaria invented a machine to take him from point A to point B without moving a muscle. An ugly thing—the machine, not the man—all wires and a big ‘ol wooden crate filled with who-knows-what. But it worked. The most discerning thing about it was the mess of wires and mud-laced twine that wrapped around the head. It resembled a crown. Befitting, seeing this ingenious contraption would soon be prized by king and country. The madman called it a GOT: the Gift of Travel.

Now, over 200 years later, GOTS are not only built, but born. 

And I, for one, do not consider it a gift.