Gravity (The Taking Series #1)

Gravity (The Taking Series #1)

by Melissa West


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In the future, only one rule will matter:

Don't. Ever. Peek.

Seventeen-year-old Ari Alexander just broke that rule and saw the last person she expected hovering above her bed — arrogant Jackson Locke, the most popular boy in her school. She expects instant execution or some kind of freak alien punishment, but instead, Jackson issues a challenge: help him, or everyone on Earth will die.

Ari knows she should report him, but everything about Jackson makes her question what she's been taught about his kind. And against her instincts, she's falling for him. But Ari isn't just any girl, and Jackson wants more than her attention. She's a military legacy who's been trained by her father and exposed to war strategies and societal information no one can know — especially an alien spy, like Jackson. Giving Jackson the information he needs will betray her father and her country, but keeping silent will start a war.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781620610916
Publisher: Entangled Publishing, LLC
Publication date: 12/18/2012
Series: Taking Series , #1
Pages: 400
Product dimensions: 5.43(w) x 8.11(h) x 0.85(d)
Age Range: 15 - 17 Years

About the Author

Melissa West lives in a tiny suburb of Atlanta, GA with her husband and daughter. She pretends to like yoga, actually likes to read, and could not live without coffee. She holds a B.A. in Communication Studies and an M.S. in Graphic Communication, both from Clemson University. Yeah, her blood runs orange.

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By Melissa West, Liz Pelletier, Heather Howland

Entangled Publishing, LLC

Copyright © 2012 Melissa West
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-62061-092-3


Seven Years Later

I stare out my window into the darkness, hoping to see them. But of course, that's stupid. It's only 11:53. They haven't even reached Mainland yet.

I'm supposed to be ready, patch secured, but I hate the patch. The way it suctions to my temples like it wants to crawl right into my brain, leaving me immobilized and blind, yet still able to hear, smell ... feel.

I don't get why we have to wear them, but it's required. Their rule, not ours. Something about an encounter years ago. No one talks about it. No one talks about them at all. Odd considering they control so much of our lives. I haven't slept over at a friend's house since I was little. We can't miss the Taking. And I haven't gone to sleep before midnight since I was nine. I can't sleep during the Taking.

Each night I wait by my window, my curiosity almost too much to stand, while I scan the trees hoping to see one of them emerge. I never have, likely never will. "The Ancients prefer discretion," Mom once told me. But I'm not sure it's that simple. Some say they stay hidden because they're so freakish we'd drop dead of fright. Others say they're too attractive, too tempting.

I prefer this theory.

The leaves rustle outside, a sound kind of like wind. They are here. They're unleashing from the trees this very moment, literally moving from their world to ours. The leaves move in rhythm when they emerge, beautiful and unsettling.

As I step away from the window, the first signs of nervousness crawl up my spine. I'm not afraid of them, or at least I'm not afraid of mine, though maybe I should be. I know next to nothing about it. I don't even know if it's a he or a she.

I remember the first time. I remember being unable to shake or flinch or show fear and wondering if I'd ever be able to move again. Losing sight was terrifying enough. But throw in being unable to move, while the rest of my senses—hearing, touch—were heightened ... I'm not sure how I survived.

That night I was afraid, but that was seven years ago. Now ... I'm not sure how I feel. While fear is part of it, if I'm honest, completely honest, there is something deeper than fear inside me for this thing that climbs in my window. I'm curious ... too curious to be of any good.

My alarm clock beeps. 11:55 shines out in bright red, the date, October 10, 2140, below it.

I rummage through my nightstand and grab the silver case that holds my patch. Hurriedly, I pop the lid, preparing to slap it over my eyes, but jerk back.

It's empty.

I flip the drawer upside down. The contents scatter to the floor in a mess. Oh no, oh no, oh no! This isn't happening. I cover my mouth with my hands and force myself to draw a few breaths. I reach for the case, checking it again. Still empty. Of course it's still empty!

Beep. 11:56.

The tin roof of my house tings as they step across it. Sort of like a smattering of rain or, better yet, hail. I press the side panel of my stainless steel bed. The hidden drawer slides open. But after another thirty seconds of searching, I'm still empty-handed. I need the patch. I need the patch. I need the patch.

My eyes scour the room and land on my closet, the last place it's likely to be, but I'm running out of options—and time. I hesitate, glancing around my room, and hear my alarm beep again.


I rush to my closet keypad and jab in the code. The steel doors swing open to reveal my perfectly organized shoes and clothes and handbags—perks of being the Engineer commander's daughter. I search the floor, then yesterday's clothes pile, hoping the patch is buried inside. It's not. I scramble out of my closet and to my desk, kicking the chair out of the way.

My hands have just reached into the drawer when the final beep jars me.

11:59. It's time.

The keypad outside my window sings out with the familiar ten-digit code. I run to my bed and lie down, clenching my eyes shut. My heart beats wildly in my chest. I'm on the verge of hyperventilating. If I make it through tonight, I'll either be executed or dosed with memory serum. That's the human punishment, anyway, but how will the Ancients respond? What about my Ancient? There have been stories, old legends—disappearances. Which is why no one is stupid or reckless enough to lose the patch.

Except me.

Beep. Beep. Beep. 12:00.

The floor-to-ceiling window slides open, letting in a gentle breeze. An earthy smell, like pine or freshly mown grass, fills the room. Their smell. It creeps in, making only the tiniest of sounds, and then the springs of my bed creak. Warmth surrounds me and nervous sweat oozes from every gland in my body, but still I hold my eyes tight. My body tenses, a reflex of years of combat training preparing me to fight if necessary. I feel arms on either side of me, and then air as its body lifts and hovers above me, preparing for the Taking.

The heat intensifies. It bounces back and forth, back and forth. Our bodies make the connection. Now the waiting as the antibodies it needs are sucked from my body into its body.

Five minutes pass, then ten, maybe more. I've tried to count many times but lose track with each breath it releases upon me. Has it noticed I'm not wearing the patch? Surely so, but then wouldn't it say something—do something? I don't know. Chills run over my body, and I fight to push them away. I need to focus, think. And then it happens.

A single drop of liquid hits my lip, and reflexively I lick it away. My taste buds explode with flavor. A perfect mixture of sweet and sour, warm and cold. I've felt the droplets before but only ever a single drop. I hardly gave it notice. Another drop and another.

My eyes fly open and round out in shock.

It—he—hovers above me as light as air. A bright glow encircles him. His eyes are closed. A sweet smile rests on his perfect face. Another drop hits my cheek, and I glance up to see tiny teardrops slip from his eyes, as though the Taking is too overwhelming to handle.

I should move. I should speak. I should do something, but I can't look away. I want to reach out to him. Touch his face to see if he's real. Because he can't be ... this can't be. Yet it is.

My Ancient is Jackson Locke.

Athletic. Smart. Arrogant. The kind of boy all the girls notice at school but few are comfortable enough to talk to. He leads in everything he does ... and he's my great competition for top seed.

My mind replays every instance I can remember of seeing him. He looked so normal—looks so normal. But he's here. So he must be ...

His eyes snap open and, startled, I jerk up in bed, slamming into him. He crashes down on top of me. "Hey!" I fight to get his giant six-foot body off me.

"Shhh. Are you crazy?"

"What are you doing here?" I ask, my voice shrill.

"Be quiet! We don't want to— Oh no." His head jerks to the window. "No faith, that's for sure," he mutters, and I shake my head in confusion. He isn't making any sense. I strain to listen, but I can't hear or see anything at all. Then I realize someone is coming. Another Ancient. I'd forgotten about Dad's and Mom's Ancients. They may have been in the house when I screamed. For the first time since losing my patch, fear grips my chest, coursing through my body like an electrical pulse.

Jackson's gaze falls on mine. "Ari ..." he whispers. "I know how this looks and I can explain, I can, but not now. Tomorrow night."

His head jerks to the window again, and I feel his body tense against mine. I don't know what to say. I don't know what to think. All I know is that I'm in trouble, maybe even we 're in trouble, yet all I can think about is the way he just said my name. Ari. Not with menace or sarcasm or jealousy, like I'm used to from everyone—including him, the few times we've faced each other at school. He says it like I'm more than just a girl who everyone recognizes but no one sees.

He looks back down at me. "Close your eyes," he whispers. "We have to finish the Taking."

I hesitate, not wanting to be so vulnerable, but eventually close my eyes. What choice do I have? Seconds tick by, then minutes. The heat returns. He's over me again. Then a soft tap sounds against the window.

Jackson lowers himself off the bed. I want to steal a peek, but fear forces me to stay still, eyes shut tight.

A conversation starts low, too low for me to hear. Sort of like a fly buzzing close to your ear. I ache to move closer, to hear what they're saying. Jackson's tone hardens.

"No," he says. "Same as usual. I'm done. Let's head back."

Another buzzing.

"She can't move," he says, which would be true if I were wearing the patch. But I'm not, which he knows. He's protecting me.


"Yes, it's fine. I'm sure."

Why is he protecting me? Hosts are assigned. He has known me most of my life. The revelation sends my mind into turbo mode. He knew me all along yet has never given me a moment's notice in school. Do the Engineers know? Does Dad know?

My mind continues to contemplate everything I've always known and everything I've never guessed, until the sweet smell of his skin evaporates. The window slides open and clicks closed.

He's gone.

Everything that just happened is swarming my thoughts at once, but one thought rises above all the others ...

I'm not sure I can wait until tomorrow night to find out what's going on.



I jerk up in bed, my eyes darting around for Jackson before I remember that he already left. I yank off the covers. What time is it? Time, time, come on, where are you? I stumble through the darkness until I find my alarm clock, which is facedown on the floor. 5:10. I spin around, cursing myself for not setting out training clothes last night.

I'm almost to my closet when my bedroom door slides open and my dad storms in. He's so tall his head barely clears the doorframe. As usual, he looks as though he wakes already dressed for the day—gelled dark brown hair, smooth shave—except that instead of his usual black collared shirt and slacks, he has on his training clothes. Uh oh. Since Dad is too rigid to be normal, he fully dresses for the day when he works in his home office during the hour before our training. The fact that he's already changed means I'm even later than I thought.

"Do you see the time?" he asks. "I expected you downstairs ten minutes ago. You know my schedule. I—"

"I know, I know, I'm sorry. My alarm didn't go off. I'm almost ready. Give me five minutes." I fumble with my closet keypad, entering the code wrong three times before I get it right.

Dad crosses his arms, oozing disappointment and annoyance. Heat rises on my neck and my palms grow clammy, like my body can't decide whether to be angry or embarrassed. "Fine, you have five minutes," he says. "But I expect you to take this seriously." He reaches for my nightstand. "I'll log your patch—"

"No!" I race to the nightstand and slam the drawer before he can pull out my patch case. The case that, once placed in our reader, will show my patch missing. I don't think the Ancients require executions anymore, but memory serum sucks. Every kid has been given it for accidentally forgetting the patch or not putting it on correctly ... and none of us ever wants to get it again. No memories for twenty-four hours. A whole day gone, and that's precautionary. The whole thing leaves you feeling violated.

Dad cocks his head. "What are you doing?"

"Nothing," I say as I plant myself between him and the evidence.

"Your patch case. Now."

"I'll do it, Dad, really. You go set up." I fight the urge to cringe. I can't let him know I have an ulterior motive.

He hesitates but marches from the room. As soon as he leaves, I slump against my bed and draw a long breath. I feel like I've lied to him, even though I didn't say a single untrue word. With him gone, the events of last night flash through my mind like lightning, one after the other, each more confusing than the last.

Jackson Locke.

I think back to yesterday when Coach revealed he and I were the top two seeds. Jackson had nodded toward me and I to him, respectful. I tried not to watch him fight after that, but I couldn't help it. It's hard to avoid watching your biggest competition. I watched as he quickly beat his opponent and felt a tinge of jealousy. He made it look so easy. Now I know why.

I get dressed in a daze, throwing on the stretchy gray pants and tank Dad had designed for our training, and head downstairs. The case reader is visible from the bottom step, implanted in the wall, sort of like a safe except with a glass front. Mom and Dad already placed their cases inside. Each has a green light beside it, letting us know all is well ...and no investigation will be commencing. I have no idea how the Ancients are assigned to us or, more likely, how we are assigned to them, considering they are the ones who require the patch and monitor the case readers. But it seems odd that of all the people in our city of Sydia, Jackson Locke is assigned to me.

The reader activates as I near. I press my thumb into the fingerprint scanner, causing the glass to slide open. A cold mist releases from the box and I wonder, not for the first time, what they do to the patches when analyzing them. I fiddle with the case in my hand, hoping the device won't detect the missing patch. Maybe I can tell Mom I lost it. No, she'll tell Dad, and even he won't be able to save me from this. I lift the case up and then lower my hand, up again, then drop it. Blast!

Finally after several seconds of staring, I drop my case in its slot and back away, my eyes clenched tight. I hear the glass close. Then something magical happens—it clicks off. I open one eye and see a green light beside my case. I can't help it. I have to check.

I press my thumb into the scanner, and once the glass lifts, grab the case and pop the lid, preparing to slam it back into its slot, but stop cold. My patch is there, silver and shiny and staring at me as innocent as ever. My mouth drops. How did it ...? I shove the case back and rush from the scene before whatever just happened reverses and my patch goes missing again.

I think to last night. It wasn't there. I had dumped my case upside down. I checked everywhere in my bedroom. Yet ... maybe it was a dream. And if I imagined that, then maybe I imagined Jackson, too. My mind replays his face, his eyes, the way his jaw looked so strong, confident. I didn't imagine it.

I need to tell Dad, but if I do I'll get interrogated and dosed with memory serum for sure. I release a long breath. I have to tell him but not yet. I need to question Jackson first.

I step over to our transfer door. The glass lifts, and once I'm inside, the elevator shoots down to one of the most advanced training rooms in the city. The four gray walls appear ordinary, but these walls are temp-treated, soundproof, and able to absorb a bullet without causing it to ricochet back. Dad structures the rest of the room according to our training schedule. Last year, there were four shooting stations. Now, the room is empty except for the combat mat positioned in the center. Dad is already on it, bouncing around as though he's still a trainee. Sometimes I think he wishes he still were one, which is why he pushes me so hard. Reliving it and all.

"I'm here," I say without looking at him.

"Put on your gear."

The air-conditioning blows through the air ducts in the ceiling. I shiver as I pass underneath one. He knows I hate being cold. I yank a pair of gloves from the weapons shelves against the left wall and walk back to the mat. I bounce for a second, finding my balance, and then slide on the gloves.

I tilt my head to the side until my neck cracks, an anxious response, Dad tells me, but I do it to remind myself that I'm tough. Dad waves me forward with his hands. He likes me to take the first jab, so he can tell me what I did wrong and then test my blocking ability by demonstrating on me. Any other day, I'd go along with it, but I don't have time for this today.

The sooner I finish training, the sooner I can get to Jackson.

I flip forward and switch kick, aiming for his face, but he grabs my foot, spinning me around so I land hard on the mat. I bounce up and jab, not letting him stop to demonstrate, and end up clipping his jaw. I cringe, unsure of what he'll say or do.


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chapterxchapter More than 1 year ago
This is one of the novels of 2012 that I have been really excited for, the cover is pretty sick and the description I found on Goodreads had me hooked instantly. You mean to give me a novel about romance, aliens, the future and the fact that everybody on Earth might suffer should the MC (main character) not make the appropriate choices? You had me at aliens. Gravity by author Melissa West is the story of main character Ari Alexander, the daughter to one of the most powerful men in North America . The story is set in a dystopian future in which aliens invaded Earth due to their planet running out of water, after a treaty was signed, the aliens and humans decided to live in a peaceful existence… that is as long as the humans allow them to steal small amount of their microscopic cells. Every single night at midnight aliens come when humans put on their patches and steal parts of their bodies, no big deal right? That is, until Ari loses her patch and finds herself awake when her alien is taking from her, and she learns just who her alien is. The super attractive, Jackson Locke who is (gasp) an Alien spy. Jackson and Ari work together to find out just what secrets are being kept from the public and what the alien leader, Zeus, is hiding. It’s not until Jackson and Ari begin to fall for each other that things begin to get dramatic and it becomes evident that nothing is ever going to be the same again. Can I be the first to say that when it came to the possibility of Jackson being an Alien spy, I totally figured it out right after he and Ari first “meet”? The fact that Ari’s patch magically showed up seemed too unlikely, I knew that there was something wrong with that attractive Jackson and I’ll admit that I ignored my gut when it came to how sweet he was to Ari. After reading the Lux series by Jennifer Armentrout, I’ve found myself falling pretty hard to alien bad boys and Jackson is the complete package. He’s the one character that Ari literally cannot have, and that just made me (and Ari) want him so much more. He was sweet, badass and positively to die for despite his mood swings. The sci-fi world found in Gravity is one that I wouldn’t mind living in, despite the fact that an alien would be stealing from my body and that the human species is under attack by an alien threat. But I mean, other than that, I wouldn’t mind getting to be like Ari or her friend Gretchen. Why? Because the two are total badasses! They get taught how to fight in school and throughout the novel Ari gets to use her fighting skills in a style that is straight out of a Suicide Squad action scene (and that’s a comic for those of you who don’t know).  From start to finish, Gravity was a novel that I had such a fun time reading, especially with the strong opening chapter and the cliff-hanger ending. All in all, I want the next book… now. I would recommend Gravity to fans of alien novels, YA dystopia & romance as well as fans of sci-fi.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I've been in such a reading slump and this was just the book to pull me out of it! I think the thing that threw me in this story was that I originally believed GRAVITY was another paranormal romance. Wrong. I'd classify this book as a science fiction thriller with a dash of highly-believable romance thrown in to make an already great book, outstanding. GRAVITY was incredibly refreshing and reminded me a lot of Beth Revis's ACROSS THE UNIVERSE (which I loved!).  Hands down, the best part of the book is the action. THE ACTION!!! At one point, I actually glanced down at my Nook ensure that I wasn't farther into the book. I couldn't believe how much had happened within the first 75 pages. One thing's for sure, West doesn't hold back when it comes to keeping the reader entertained. And the ending? Get the heck out of here!  I will absolutely, positively be buying HOVER when it comes out in August. Also, for the record, I got a digital copy of this book from Entangled Teen to review...and immediately bought myself a print version so I could keep it in my library. That should tell you how much I liked it! 
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I have been looking forward to reading this book for a long time and the story did not disappoint. What an amazing book. I stayed up late into the night because I couldn't put this story down. There was a bit everything to hold my attention: action, mystery, suspense and a romance. Usually, I am big on the romance aspect in a story but the plot and story line of this book were so great that I would have been okay without. I am glad there was a bit of romance, though, and I was pleased that this did not turn into a (traditional) love triangle! I recommend to fans of the Divergent series for the action and fans of the Lux series for the aliens. Looking forward to the others in the series!
LovinLosLibros More than 1 year ago
I really enjoyed Gravity! I do love a good sci-fi and this book certainly gave me just that! Not to mention- HOT ALIEN ALERT! Dang, do I love those. Set in a futuristic world where humans are forced to cooperate with aliens, known as Ancients, Gravity has a bit of everything for all readers: mystery, intrigue, romance, action, adventure- you name it! Sometimes science fiction books can start off confusing as the author works to set the stage and begin their world building, but I did not find that to be the case here at all. I was drawn into the storyline and this idea of the Taking pretty quickly. The Taking happens to humans every night- they wear a mask where they are basically made immobile while an Ancient comes and performs the Taking on them- the Ancients take some of the humans antibodies in order to survive. However, the mask also serves to protect the Ancients' identity. Our protagonist, Ari, is destined to become the Commander as well as set to marry her friend Lawrence (Law) who is to be the future President. As a seventeen year old, she already has a lot of expectations and responsibilities placed on her- she is working hard to earn her spot as the top seed in Op training, beating out Jackson Locke- her biggest competition. Imagine her surprise as she discovers her Ancient is none other than the beautiful, tough boy himself! Her world is completely turned upside down at this new revelation and sends her seeking answers to things she may not be ready to know. I liked Ari's character a lot. She is tough, fierce, and strong. Yet, she is realistic too. I really like how she thinks through things before doing them. She doesn't rush in to situations blind. She is smart and calculated and I really liked that about her. Jackson, on the other hand, I had trouble reading. At school, he comes across as cocky and confident and treating Ari as if she's nothing more than a blip on his radar. However, when it's just the two of them he is different. He is sweet, genuine, and more open. We do realize there is a reason for his duality, but it still made him a difficult character to trust. Jackson needs Ari's help- the treaty the humans have with the Ancients isn't holding like it should be and some of the Ancients are going rogue, determined to cohabitate with the humans. Jackson is asking a lot of her: help him prevent a war between their races and essentially betray everyone she loves or do nothing. I ended up really liking Jackson's character- he is a victim of circumstance and did what he had to do, knowing Ari would be affected by those decisions. Doing nothing isn't Ari's style. If she feels she can help prevent horrible things from happening, she's going to step up and do what she needs to, no matter the consequences. The more she works with Jackson, the more she starts to fall for the Ancient. Of course, this is crazy: she's a human, next in line to be the Commander, AND she already has a prearranged marriage. Yet, the heart wants what it wants! She knows Jackson is holding things back from her, yet she doesn't realize just how much those things will affect her. One of those things is revealed at the end of the novel and WHOA. Did NOT see that twist coming at all. I loved all the twists and turns this story took. I couldn't stop reading- it was so engaging and I just had to know how everything would play out! So many things happen that will change Ari's life forever, and I am looking forward to seeing this series continue in Hover. (I wish I could elaborate and say more, but I definitely don't want to ruin this story for anyone- go read it yourself!)
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
There is a good storyline here but it's un developed. It needs more detail. The author also needs to work on how it flows. It seems so choppy and has weak links.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I read this book in a day. I just could't tear my eyes away. It wasn't my FAVORITE novel but it was a really good one. So, if you like action, adventure, romance, suspence, and sci-fi, you will LOVE this book. P.S. this is a good book for YA's.
Sarah_UK1 More than 1 year ago
(Source: Purchased on kindle from 17-year-old Ari lives in a dystopian society, where every night aliens come to every human’s bedroom and suck antibodies from them. Ari is in training to be the next engineer commander after her father, but doesn’t expect to find herself in the middle of yet another war – the aliens claim they’re peaceful and want to coexist, but the government wants to get rid of them anyway. Can humans and aliens coexist? Can Ari be what her parents want her to be? And is she falling for the alien that comes to her room every night? This was a brilliant sci-fi dystopian, and I really liked it. Ari was a girl whose parent’s had always expected a lot of her, and had been training her since she was tiny, grooming her to become the next Engineer Commander. She trained constantly, and always did what she was told. I liked how when the situation called for it she did what she needed to do, and went against everything that she had ever been taught, because she trusted her gut to know what was really right, even if it wasn’t what her parents would want her to do. I liked the storyline in this book. It wasn’t exactly what I was expecting, which was good because it had some really unique ideas. I thought the whole thing about the aliens needing antibodies was very interesting, and I liked how the author managed to mix real-life science with the science of the aliens. I liked the tension in this book, and I liked how there was both action and romance. The story had good pace and flowed really well, and although there were a couple of points that were maybe a little shaky I was able to look past these because I was enjoying the story so much. I thought the ending was pretty good, and I’m really looking forward to the next book in this series! Overall; brilliant sci-fi dystopian story. 9 out of 10.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
A great book, kept me completely distracted for two days of nonstop reading.. I can't wait for the next book.
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You people should just read this novel yourselves and write your own review on this novel .I really enjoyed reading this novel very much. ShelleyMA
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REB4 More than 1 year ago
Interesting story idea but weak in spots
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