Slipstream — Skhye Moncrief
Length: 79,000 words, mid-length novel (312 pages if released in paperback)
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Where duty proves one hell of a four-letter word...
Blurb:
To whom it may concern,
It's time for me to run. I've always been kick-ass gal who never had to fight for necessities like most people of Earth in 2193 A.D. Born the only daughter to a career Space Marine officer, I was fortunate because opportunity placed an open doorway in my path at every turn. I rejuvenated hope on a planet ravaged from the perils of overpopulation by opening a wormhole...Not only did I stumble onto alien worlds and create even bigger nightmares the Global Bureaucracy fears I can't repair, but something about traveling through the wormhole makes people sick, forcing cybernetic implants--a technological band-aid--that doesn't set well with Earth huggers.
The Global Bureaucracy must flag me both a savior and detriment to Earth. I would too given the skeletons in my closet feel like one of those unshakable repetitive bad dreams. But someone is murdering my scientific peers from the wormhole project and my bodyguards--men who are the only people keeping me rooted in this reality's countdown to the moment my last brain cell blows making it impossible to correct the technical glitch with wormhole travel. Ultimately, the trail of bodies can only mean one thing--the murderer is coming for me.
I don't know what to run from--nightmares, memories, alien technology, or something caused by the wormhole's energy either in my brain or in my reality. And if this insanity can happen to me, how many earthlings who traveled through the wormhole will suffer as I have? So, I now run, unprotected by cybernetic implants, risking my life in stepping through the wormhole, heading to the crappiest Space Marine outpost in the galaxy to go into hiding, where my uncle, General Mad Axe, the outpost's commander, might be able to help me skirt the murderer long enough to correct the problem with wormholes before my body or my mind is irretrievably sucked back INTO THE SLIPSTREAM.
Dr. Charlotte Barley
Head scientist of The Quintet,
the Wormhole Project
P.S. If you managed to hack into my computer and you're reading this letter, I'm dead. Earth huggers are right. Do not travel by wormhole.
Warning: multiple heroes and partners, multiple 1st Person POVs
(This book is intended for 18+ readers.)
Genre: futuristic romance; sci-fi romance
Heat level: hot
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EDITIONS
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- Feb-2013
- Skhye Moncrief
- eBook
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- Feb-2013
- Skhye Moncrief
- eBook (Kindle)