Cyber Ops 1: Into the SLIPSTREAMby Skhye Moncrief
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
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Where duty proves one hell of a four-letter word...
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, a heroine who curses like a sailor, alien memories beyond her control, multiple 1st Person POVs
Length: 79,000-word novel (312 pages if released in paperback)
Genre: sci-fi/futuristic romantica
Heat Level: HOT
Meet the Author
Educated in geology and anthropology, writing lured Skhye away from finishing her thesis in (bioarchaeology) anthropology. Aside from muscled men in fur, leather, denim, and kilts, Skhye loves cultural ecology, cultural evolution, cultural relativism, and natural processes. Big ideas. Simple concepts that manifest in world building to crazy people like Skhye who studied anthropology and geology before turning to writing romantic fiction. Her rule of thumb is to love the good, the bad, and the ugly of every culture in her tales so that every culture in her tales and every aspect of her stories resonates as real as possible. And yes, she's "certifiably" geek.
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