Beta reading swap for a 75 k scifi

[Wes]

I'm looking for a swap or a beta read for a 75 k scifi. It is the fourth in a series. The first three are set in the asteroid colonies near Earth. After hundreds of years of sending out seed ships to terraform an exoplanet, Earth has sent out a colony ship to settle the planet.

[Amy]

I'd need a pretty detailed synopsis of what happened in the first three books, but I'd be willing to give it a try.
I have a 100k sci fi. Blurb below,

Foster siblings Cass and Jase are telepaths, a bonded pair. No matter where they go or what they do, they’re never truly alone. It makes them a target. They've always known that the Faceless hunt people like them, drag them away, never to be seen again. They thought they were prepared. They weren’t.

Kidnapped from his bed by the Faceless, Jase is thrown into a secret prison for the Gifted. It’s part work camp, part laboratory. It’s a slow death sentence. And that’s before his particular talents draw the attention of the chief scientist, Doctor Stirling. He doesn’t hesitate to offer his Gifts when he finds a group of prisoners staging an escape.

With the Faceless on her tail Cass flees to the Clan, a group of Gifted living in hiding. They’re good people, though mostly concerned with staying one step ahead of the Faceless. But just keeping herself safe isn’t enough, Jase is still alive. He’s still fighting back despite everything the Faceless have done to him. If he’s not giving up, neither is she.

Staging a prison break won’t be easy, after all the Faceless specialize in keeping the Gifted under control. Things only get more complicated when the chief scientist starts making a power play of her own, catching Cass in her web and throwing a massive wrench in their plans. It’s a good thing working together has always been their strong suit. Nothing and no one can keep them apart for long.

If I've piqued your interest, let me know.

[T.A.]

hi Amy, I'm not answering your request but I read your summary and wanted to offer the suggestion that you find a different way of describing the symbiotic connection between your protagonists because 'bonded pair' sounds too similar to how Paranormal Romances describe 'bonded mates'.

I was reading your summary then was wait what, they're siblings, right, what's going on here. Then I realized you were using the term in all innocence.

[Philippa]

Hi, Wes
I don't know if you'd be interested in my novel, but I'd be willing to beta read yours - I read a fair amount of sci-fi.

Genre: Sort of a crossover between Alternate Reality and Biblical Fiction.

Length: 67,200

Brief Synopsis: In a world where Jesus of Nazareth never existed, Jo Fisher just wants to run her family business, avoid going to synagogue – and avoid the Bluecaps occupying the United Kingdom. But one day, on a London bus, she bumps into a young builder called Josh Davies. A builder who wants to become a preacher. As Josh gathers a group of followers, his world becomes one of faith healing, demons - and outright miracles. Jo doesn’t believe in that stuff. Which can be a problem when it’s happening in front of your eyes.

Because it's a cross genre novel, I'm also including a short extract to give you more of a flavour:

Excerpt:
All the seats were full of pregnant women, old age pensioners and children too small to survive the crammed standing room. Me? I was clinging to a yellow seat back while I tried to read the free Evening Standard I’d grabbed to keep the rain off without elbowing stray passengers.

The bus crawled grimly through a Manchester Road that was almost a giant open air car park, inching past the blocks of flats and the mini-supermarkets, then the driver hit the brakes and I went flying.

Or I would’ve gone flying if the passenger next to me hadn’t grabbed my arm, holding me upright. I said an embarrassed ‘thank you,’ he said, smiled, and returned his attention to his book.

It was the Book of Isaiah.

For a moment, I wondered if I’d imagined it. He wasn’t a Badalite - dressed wrong. Jewish, I thought, even though he had a beanie rather than a kippah. Builder? Boots, check – definite signs that he’d been on a muddy building site. There were tiny bits of mud on the ends of his sleeves and the bottom of his jeans, plus there were little speckles of drying mud on his face. His hair was clippered short at the sides, but neither his hair nor his beanie had any mud. Like they’d been under a hard hat. So, builder. I sort of remembered that he’d been the first to realise he had to get on by the middle door, but he’d given up his seat to an Ishmaelite who looked eight months pregnant.

Isaiah. That’s what it said on the book cover. It was now about six centimetres from my nose, just bobbing above the top of my Evening Standard, so I couldn’t miss it. The Pocket Scroll series, you know, that prints one page Hebrew, one page English. Not with commentaries; the straight text.

At that moment, the builder seemed to notice me staring at his choice of reading material, lifted his eyes from Isaiah, and grinned at me. He had a friendly grin, even though it was set in an utterly nondescript face.

“Runs in the family, dunnit,” he said.

“Sorry?” was my intelligent reply. “Great,” I thought, ‘I’ve just attracted the attention of a religious nutter. Any moment now, he’s going to tell me how the Messiah’s on his way to save us all. Bet he spends his weekends sitting on a motorway, holding up a sign saying ‘The End is Nigh’.”

“It runs in the family,” he repeated. He pointed at my paper. “That’s my cousin.”

‘A religious nutter who thinks he’s related to the King?’ I thought. That was what I’d been reading; some gushing article that avoided any actual comment about the King’s behaviour by concentrating on the future Queen’s clothes. It seems she wore them.

To my enormous relief, I heard Cubitt Town School come up on the bus tannoy, reached across the nutter and pressed the bell to stop the bus.
/End Excerpt

If that's anything that you think you might like to have as a beta swap, let me know.