Chet Hildebrandt should have had that opportunity. But now he'll teach a lesson to them all: his hot-shot astronaut sister, his philandering hypocritical father, and the CDC for not properly appreciating his work. One vial of a virus purloined from the CDC labs and released at his father's marriage seminar should do the trick, without hurting anybody. After all, it's only a mild influenza strain...
Or is it?
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Bonnie Doran: Prior Publishing History Sixty-seven devotionals published in: A Cup of Comfort Devotional for Women, edited by James Stuart Bell and Carol McLean Wilde, Adams Media, 2005 Devotions devotional magazine: 2006-2011 For Better, for Worse: Devotional Thoughts for Married Couples, compiled and edited by Marlene Bagnull, Christian Publications, Inc., 2003 My Turn to Care, compiled and edited by Marlene Bagnull, Ampelos Press, 1999. Repackaged by OakTara Publishers, 2012. Pathways to God: 1997 The Quiet Hour: 2003-2007 The Secret Place: 1996 and 2000 The Upper Room: 1996 Six magazine articles published in: Bible Advocate Online, July 1997 Christian Woman, November/December 1996 The Edge, Jun/Jul/Aug 1978 The Lutheran Journal, November 1995 The Wesleyan Advocate, September 1998 Woman's Touch, March/April 1996 Two flash fiction pieces published in Splickety Magazine, Fall 2012 and Fall 2013 One short story published in Guide, March 20, 1999 Columns published in: The Branch (monthly), 1973-74 Passtime (weekly) 1975-76 The View from Sierra Madre (weekly), 1972-74 Additional communications include: Press releases for author's church, 1973-74 Radio announcements and inspirational pieces for the Far East Broadcasting Company, Okinawa, Japan, 1974-6 Eight months of hosting a two-hour radio program, 1976 Memberships American Christian Fiction Writers HIS Writers, an ACFW local chapter A local critique group Denver Area Science Fiction Association Conferences ACFW Conference Colorado Christian Writers Conference MileHiCon, a science fiction convention Numerous other conferences and writing seminars Education Pasadena High School, Pasadena, California, 1969 Associate in Arts Degree, Pasadena Junior College, Pasadena, California, 1971 Achievements First Place, 2005 East Texas Writers Association Contest (young adult novel) Second Place, 2006 Inspirational Writers Alive! Contest (young adult novel) Perseverance Award, 2006 Colorado Christian Writers Conference Winner, 2007 Back Cover Blurb Contest, Words For The Journey Christian Writers Guild 3rd Place, Flash Fiction Contest, 2011, HIS Writers Personal Information Bonnie worked as secretary and bookkeeper for thirty-five years in various settings before becoming a full-time writer. She volunteers one afternoon a week at the Denver Museum of Nature and Science. Bonnie enjoys writing, reading, Sudoku puzzles, and cooking. Her husband of thirty-one years is a Mad Scientist who owns a 2,300-pound electromagnet and plays with lasers for a living. They share their home with two Siamese cats who think they own the place.
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By Bonnie J. Doran
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Infection Minus Ten Months
Hildi's nose itched.
She ignored it. While she waited for her lab partner to emerge from the airlock, she checked the seals of her blue biocontainment suit again. Good habits could save her life.
Hildi pulled a coiled yellow air hose suspended from the ceiling and plugged it into a socket near her waist. The deflated suit expanded as air roared past her face. The familiar ballooning sensation saddened her for a moment. She'd miss her work here.
Then she grinned. She'd be wearing a pressure suit in her new job and performing similar cutting-edge work in an even stranger environment.
Her practiced eyes appraised Biosafety Level 4, the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention's most dangerous lab. Everything down and cold. But an adjoining room held liquid-nitrogen freezers filled with hot agents, the deadliest diseases known to man. Francine stepped from the airlock. Hildi's college friend had never worked in Level 4, but she moved with confidence. Hildi stared into Francine's faceplate and noted her calm expression. She'd do fine.
Hildi maneuvered past the stainless-steel tables dominating the room. She pulled two-inch test tubes, a push-button micropipette, and other tools from drawers and placed them in the biosafety cabinet, a glorified box with a fume hood and clear front that rested on the work counter. She detached her hose, inhaling the reserved air in her suit.
Humming to herself, she walked into the adjoining room and attached her suit to another hose. Every time Hildi moved in the lab, she repeated the procedure, a necessary inconvenience if she wanted to continue breathing.
She punched a code into the lock of one of the stainless-steel freezers and extracted a vial of the latest X virus that may or may not have killed John Doe.
Returning to the biosafety hood, she slipped her yellow-gloved hands under the clear protective shield, a sneeze guard at a toxic salad bar. She withdrew a tiny sample of the unknown and released it into one of the tubes. After Hildi repeated the protocol many times, she keyed the information into the computer.
Hildi glanced at Francine just as she straightened from a hunched position over a microscope. Francine turned, her movements jerky like a marionette's. Her suit's chest zipper gaped, exposing her blue scrubs underneath. She seemed to shrink as her biosuit deflated.
"I've got a problem here!" Francine yelled, her voice quavering. The rush of air in their ears turned conversations in Level 4 into a shouting match. Francine fumbled for the zipper with trembling fingers.
Hildi's heart skipped several beats, then she zipped the suit shut in one smooth motion. "Zippers get worn. They can pop open."
Francine's white-rimmed, dark-chocolate eyes returned to normal. "How bad was that?" Her voice still quavered.
"Your suit had positive pressure the whole time. A hot agent couldn't get in. You OK?"
Francine gave a nervous chuckle. "Sure gave me the jumpy jitters." She turned back to the scope.
Hildi released the breath she'd been holding. Risk was part of the job. Zippers failed. Gloves failed. Usually it wasn't life threatening.
She placed the rack of tubes in the incubator cabinet maintained at the ominous temperature of warm blood, and then returned the original sample of hot agent to the freezer. Her mood descended into a gray chasm. She already missed the challenge of Level 4. But she had a job offer that would take her research to a whole new level. She could smell that Nobel Prize. Her brother Chet would never catch up to her now.
Hildi exhaled a heavy sigh that fogged her faceplate. "Done," she yelled. "Finally I can get out of here and scratch my nose."
"Thought you'd be used to it after three years."
"Never. Right now it's driving me nuts."
Francine chuckled and headed for the airlock.
Hildi followed. She inhaled the chemical smell as the decontamination shower sprayed disinfectant over her suit. The two of them scrambled out of their blue suits as soon as they reached the changing room. Hildi scratched her tingling nose with ferocity.
Francine grinned at her and walked to the regular showers which contained detergent for washing and a bath of ultraviolet light.
Hildi hung her short suit next to Francine's long one. She reached up to caress a sleeve of the guardian that protected her against infection. "Thanks for keeping me safe. I'll be back."
Hildi stripped and marched naked to the shower. No modesty in this job. Afterward, she tugged on jeans and a mauve T-shirt.
Her lab partner's perfect complexion glistened as she toweled off. Hildi's pale skin and red curls contrasted with Francine's coffee coloring and corn-rowed black hair. Not exactly twins separated at birth.
"When do you get in to Houston?" Francine pulled on black leggings and a flowered tunic then grabbed her tiny purse.
"Around four." Hildi grimaced. "Rush hour. My favorite time." She longed for the feel of the afternoon sun on her face, but she wouldn't enjoy it today.
"I'm surprised Director Hunt gave you such a long leave of absence."
"It's a fantastic opportunity." Her spirits bounced like an acrobat on a trampoline. "But it's not like I won't be working." She grunted as she wrenched her holds-anything-and-hides-everything handbag from her locker.
Francine smiled. "You know, I might just lock you in one of the labs until after your flight leaves."
Hildi laughed. "You wouldn't dare."
"Don't try me. I'm missing you already." Francine hugged her. "I can't believe you'll be gone for over a year."
Hildi swallowed to keep her voice from cracking. "I will be back for visits, you know."
"You'd better be."
They walked through another airlock into a corridor and less-lethal safety levels. The burning, moist smell of giant autoclaves bid a pungent farewell.
"You just don't want to work with Chet." Hildi baited her friend.
"Don't rub it in." Francine lowered her voice. "Did you hear? Your brother's in big trouble." Francine sounded like she relished the thought.
Hildi groaned. "What did he do this time?"
"Chet worked on that new anthrax sample from England without authorization. Director Hunt turned three shades of purple."
"Hunt's a bit paranoid about the paperwork, that's all."
Francine shook her head. "Your brother has an attitude."
"I know." Hildi frowned. "It's hard to work in the same building with him when he avoids me like — well — the plague."
"He's done a good job at alienating everyone around here, so don't feel special."
They drove directly to the airport in Francine's tired green Altima. The Atlanta traffic, abysmal at any time of the day, choked Hildi with exhaust fumes. She turned up the AC. "Sure you don't mind caring for my cat?"
"Whiskers will be just fine."
Francine pulled up to departures, opened the trunk, and hefted the bulky suitcases. "What do you have in here, moon rocks?"
Hildi grabbed her carry-on. They chatted until a security officer ordered, "Clear the lane, please."
Hildi fished in her purse for a tissue and gave Francine one more tight hug. "Thanks for everything."
"Vaya con Dios."
Hildi wheeled her suitcases to the nearest door, her stomach fluttering as if she'd just won the lottery. Maybe she had.
* * *
Hildi deplaned in Houston after an unremarkable flight. She heaved her suitcases onto their wheels and stepped outside. A tanned man in a polo shirt and jeans held a sign. Dr. Hildebra. Someone hadn't quite fit her name on the cardboard. Situation normal.
"Evangeline?" He smiled.
"Please call me Hildi."
Hildi stifled a gasp and flung her starstruck feelings aside as she wiped sweaty palms on her jeans. Larry's exploits in space were the stuff of legend. She shook his hand.
He loaded her luggage into the trunk of his silver Jaguar convertible. More diesel exhaust assaulted Hildi as they headed south on I-45. She'd expected oil fields and cowboy hats when she first came here but instead found apartments, shopping centers, and malls. Same humidity as Atlanta, same traffic. He chattered nonstop.
Hildi interrupted. "So tell me about the rest of the team."
"You'll like them. Jasper Reingold and Frank Schotenheimer."
Hildi nearly jolted out of her seat. "Frank?" If she'd known, would she have volunteered for this assignment?
In a heartbeat.
Larry's face held a puzzled frown. "You know him?"
She hesitated. How had Larry missed knowing about her relationship with Frank? Would it jeopardize her chance to work in space? No way to hide it now. "We were engaged."
"Well, things are about to get interesting." Larry's mouth quirked. "The director moved him up from a later mission when our pilot shattered his leg yesterday."
She stared at the scenery. Frank? On her team? Scenes flashed in her mind. Their first kiss that had warmed her to her toes. Her growing suspicions. The night she confronted him about his gotta-work-late excuses, and he confessed his affairs. Trampled dreams.
Lord, I could use a little help here.
Larry must have sensed her mood. He didn't say a word for the rest of the trip.
An hour later, they pulled up to the employee entrance of a sprawling facility, the salty tang of the Gulf of Mexico perceptible even this far from the ocean. Shimmers of heat rose from the pavement. After the security guard examined their badges, he beamed. "Dr. Hildebrandt? Welcome. Let me page Dan Stockton for you. He asked me to notify him when you arrived."
Hildi's mind whirled. First Frank and now Dan? Last time they'd talked, Dan had been training in Alabama. Probably his idea of a romantic surprise. She tried to submerge a surfacing smile. She wanted to jump into his arms when Dan arrived. Instead, she forced herself into neutral pose. He wore a periwinkle silk shirt with coordinating tie. Always a tie, as if he could never relax.
Larry whispered in Hildi's ear, "Now you know why he's earned the nickname Dandy Dan."
"Hildi." Dan stepped toward her with an eager grin, glanced at Larry, and stopped in mid-stride.
"You know him, too?" Larry's glance bounced back and forth between them like a hyperactive tennis ball.
Dan hesitated. "Uh, yes. We've met."
An uncomfortable silence descended. Hildi stared at the polished floor, counting the squares. She didn't want to tell the mission commander about another relationship, especially when she couldn't explain it herself. An on-again, off-again, long-distance relationship that was going nowhere.
Larry cleared his throat and turned to Hildi. "Another fiancé? Have we ever been engaged?"
Hildi laughed, relieved he didn't ask any more questions.
Dan smiled. "Would you rather go to your quarters first or eat?"
Her stomach rumbled in response.
"Perry's Steakhouse?" Larry still eyed them with suspicion.
"Yes, sir." Dan spread his arms and planted his feet on the emblem emblazoned on the floor, like a barker at the circus. "Welcome to the Johnson Space Center and phase two of astronaut training."CHAPTER 2
"I" Minus Nine Months
Chet's nose itched.
He scowled as he waited forever for his new lab partner to emerge from the airlock. Hildi's leftovers again. Francine wasn't his idea of a perfect coworker, but the boss hadn't given him a choice.
"What took you so long?" he yelled as she finally entered Level 4.
"Keep your pants on." She glared at him through her faceplate, muttering under her breath.
Chet clenched his jaw. Francine's hostility could ruin a perfect morning. Must have gotten it from his sister. Well, two could play at that game. "Set up the microscope and slides in the hood," he snapped. "I'll get the virus."
Chet ignored her as he maneuvered past the counters to the incubator. He extracted a rack of tiny plastic flasks containing an unknown procured by a British epidemiologist in the Congo. They contained living cells from a monkey's kidney, tiny drops of blood from an unnamed human victim, and a nutrient bath. If John Doe died from a virus, the monkey cells would shrivel up and burst. Chet could be holding one of the deadliest diseases known to man. And it was the deadly diseases that fascinated him.
He carried the rack and set it beside the microscope. He placed one of the flasks under the scope, leaving the cap in place, then stared into the eyepieces until he got a clear look at the living cells. The virus itself, of course, would be too small to see.
Francine took test tubes to another safety hood.
"Careful with that. And handle those slides with tweezers."
"I know the protocol." Her back blocked Chet's view of her work. Probably deliberate. His blood pressure rose. If she did her job, she'd extract droplets of the unknown with a pipette and place them on slides. But he couldn't do his job of supervision with her antagonism.
Chet performed a day's detective work with no conclusive evidence that John Doe died from a virus. He huffed. Most viruses came, mutated, and went. Sometimes they killed people. But most of them were small potatoes compared to Ebola. Get exposed to that, and you could kiss the world good-bye in hours, not days. And no one knew where it came from. Now that was a mystery worth solving, not this stupid name-that-virus game.
He stood and stretched, checking the chest zipper of his suit again. He'd heard through the grapevine about Francine's zipper episode. He glanced at her to check her suit seals, but she bent over her work, still not finished. What a slug. He had better things to do than supervise a minion.
Time to check the monkeys.
Chet stepped down a corridor into another room lined floor to ceiling with stainless-steel wire cages. Most were empty, but a few contained rhesus monkeys, their screeching muted by the rush of air in Chet's ears. The monkeys raced back and forth in their cages, eyes staring at him from furless pink faces. They recognized him even through his faceplate. Eager paws reached through the bars for treats. The dominant male displayed his boredom and yawned, exposing wicked canine fangs.
Chet grinned as he grabbed fruit-flavored cereal bits from a box and held out his hand to the male. The monkey plucked the bits from his open palm, crammed them into his mouth, and held out his paw for more.
Keeping his palm flat, Chet distributed the treats. None of the lab animals ever bit him, but their sharp teeth could easily puncture his gloves. Bad idea.
Chet lingered at the cage of his favorite primate, a brown rhesus weighing twelve pounds. Minnie's eyes were solemn as she took the cereal. She'd survived the Ebola virus. All of them were survivors. They should be allowed to live the rest of their days in peace, but they would never leave Level 4 except in body bags destined for the autoclave.
Francine came in and offered treats as well. When she turned to face Chet, she raised an eyebrow and smirked. Chet fumed. Everyone in the lab got attached to the monkeys. So did he. Why was it such a big surprise?
"Did you finish the slides?" He slammed the cereal box on the counter.
"Yes." She spat the word.
Francine should be fired for her sullenness. He hoped he never worked with her again.
"I'm leaving." Chet beat her to the airlock. He cycled through and entered the men's suiting area. After he finished the decontamination procedure and pulled on jeans and a T-shirt, he strode through the final doors of the level. Francine's back retreated ahead of him in the hallway. She must have dressed in record time.
Chet passed his badge in front of the security scanner, nodded at the guard, and left the building. A cool April day greeted him outside, and he donned his jacket for the short walk home. He pounded toward Shepherd's Lane, his stomach tightening as he seethed about the unfairness of it all. While he'd been sweating in Sierra Leone, working to identify and contain an unknown virus, perfect little Hildi nabbed the opportunity of a lifetime — experimenting with viruses in space. He usually ignored her ambition as long as it didn't trample his own objectives, but enough was enough. She'd mirrored his every professional move. They even looked alike.
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I read the other reviews and gave this a try. I couldn't finish. If I wanted to read a book about Christianity I would buy one. I didn't appreciate the anti-abortion subplot that was shoehorned in.
There might be science fiction in this book somewhere but I wouldn't know. Only got through the first few chapters. It's mostly a sermon on Christianity.
thought this book was very good, I read it almost without putting it down, It should make a good read for a lot of people!
Bonnie Doran is a master at weaving a suspense-filled story with just enough science so you don't cross your eyes. Her characters are three-dimensional and real, and the only complaint I have is that there isn't a sequel to Dark Biology -- yet. If you enjoy reading a great movie, this is one to pick. The story line jumps off the pages at you from the get-go, and she doesn't let you off the hook until the final period on the last page. Sit back, buckle your seatbelts, because you're in for a ride!
Warning: If you tend to chew your fingernails while reading a suspenseful story, you may want to pull on some gloves before opening Bonnie Doran’s Dark Biology. By my estimation, Ms. Doran owes me ten fingernails and a good night’s sleep. The adrenaline rush from reading this high-tension book didn’t let up, even hours after I’d finished reading the story. The problem is that this plot is just too possible. The author’s thorough research and flair for description brings the possibilities of a world-wide viral outbreak to life. Add a danger-filled flight to the international space station and painfully damaged relationships, and the tension ramps to the limit. This would make a fantastic blockbuster movie. In spite of my facetious warning, I highly recommend Dark Biology. It earns five stars.
Bonnie Doran skillfully weaves a bevy of characters into her multifaceted SciFi story told from multiple points of view. I called it SciFi, but there’s more science than fiction here, and a story like this could unfold in the next year or two. It doesn't require an apocalyptic event or a distant, dystopian future. Do you like outbreak thrillers about deadly viruses? How about realistic, suspenseful, well-researched space stories? Do stories of real people with relational issues appeal to you, issues such as marital problems, sibling rivalry, and romantic rivalry? Perhaps you’re into stories told from a Christian worldview, where flawed characters seek spiritual guidance? Bonnie Doran blends all these ingredients together into a tasty smoothie that you're sure to enjoy. But this reviewer is only giving you the ingredients and a brief description of the flavor. No spoilers! So you’ll have to suck through your own straw to drink in this thrilling ride that navigates a maze of disasters on earth and in space while the suspense builds. I slurped all 333 pages down in two sittings (Amazon’s print-copy page count of 286 is quite a bit short). Be a little patient as it takes a few chapters to set up the story, but the wait is worth the next 200 pages of non-stop action and suspense. One last thing — Bonnie takes the time to tie up all loose ends. If you don't like dangling threads, there are none. This lengthens the denouement a bit, but with several POV characters it is a completely justifiable ending to this suspenseful, entertaining read. There. All done and no spoilers … I think.
Reviewed by Kim Ford for TWJ Magazine: "It was up to God now. It always had been." (Hildi's thoughts after visiting the prison.) Hildi Hildebrant and her brother Chet live lives driven by the fierce competition to achieve greatness in their field - vaccinologist. Both work to find vaccinations against the world's most deadly diseases. Their work for the CDC is highly rewarding and highly dangerous! In addition to a very unhealthy sibling rivalry, both Hildi and Chet live in the shadow of their infamous father - a pastor who now conducts marriage seminars after his own marriage survived a very public revelation of multiple affairs. Their relationship with both parents are strained and broken - a brokenness that reveals itself in their own failed relationship attempts. Dark Biology is a very multi-layered, deeply involved novel on many levels. At the beginning, it seems that the sibling rivalry between the Hildebrant children will be the main thrust of the story. Suddenly, you are plunged into a tricky situation among the astronauts working with Hildi - a complicated romantic triangle that is only exacerbated by their close proximity as they train to go to the international space station. Then Chet goes rogue and sets a deadly pandemic in motion that actually impacts Hildi's work on the space station! Honestly, this book has so many twists and turns, is so fraught with intrigue and danger, both emotional and physical, that you will not be able to read fast enough! This is an amazing thrill ride that ends both with realistic resolution and a few loose ends. I highly recommend this book to everyone, and fully expect to see this on the big screen in the future! Pick up your copy of Dark Biology today! (TWJ Magazine strives to guide readers to books of personal interest, with the understanding and respect that what appeals to some may not appeal to others. Therefore we attempt to keep our reviews focused on content, genre and style. The rating is necessary to make use of Goodreads and Amazon. It reflects the reviewer's own level of enjoyment, but the review is intended to be informative for the benefit of all readers.)
Bonnie Doran in her new book, “Dark Biology” published by Harbourlight Books brings us into the life of ”Hildi” Hildebrandt . From the back cover: Renowned vaccinologist “Hildi” Hildebrandt has set her sights on beating her brother to a Nobel Prize, and the opportunity to conduct experiments on the International Space Station might just provide the means to obtain that goal. Chet Hildebrandt should have had that opportunity. But now he’ll teach a lesson to them all: his hot-shot astronaut sister, his philandering hypocritical father, and the CDC for not properly appreciating his work. One vial of a virus purloined from the CDC labs and released at his father’s marriage seminar should do the trick, without hurting anybody. After all, it’s only a mild influenza strain… Or is it? Biological terrorism. Back when I was in Grammar School we were taught how the scientists were inventing germs that could wipe out people and leave the cities intact so that we could march in and make use of the buildings. To my young mind this was a frightening concept. Now Bonnie Doran has taken that concept and multiplied it thousands of times. For me this was a chilling book. The late Michael Crichton used to write about science projects that despite all the precautions go horribly wrong. Ms. Doran has taken up the mantle left by Mr. Crichton and run with it. Excitement, thrills, science gone wrong and action are all rolled up into a well paced story. ”Dark Biology” will have you on the edge of your chair practically frantically flipping pages. Ms. Doran is a very talented author and I am looking forward to her next book. Disclosure of Material Connection: I received this book free from Upon the Rock Publicist. I was not required to write a positive review. The opinions I have expressed are my own. I am disclosing this in accordance with the Federal Trade Commission’s 16 CFR, Part 255: “Guides Concerning the Use of Endorsements and Testimonials in Advertising.”
Dark Biology by Bonnie Doran is a romantic, suspenseful and out this world science fiction novel that will keep the reader well engaged from beginning to end. In its page you will follow the adventures of the Hildebrant family from rival siblings Hilde and Chet as they try to one up each other in their work for the CDC to their parents Worth and Laura as they tour the country giving lectures. Just like a dramatic cliffhanger each chapter takes you right to the edge and compels you to read the next chapter to find out what will happen next. It is long before the first breath taking events happens when one of Hilde's co-workers has a problem with her protective gear. The problem is soon rectified and the co-worker is fine. That is only a small taste of the thrills that are to come later. Ms. Doran gives us a fine supporting cast of characters that most of can identify with as people that we have meet in our lives. There is Dan , a born leader that is always ready and will to face new challenges with one exception of making a long-term emotional commitment to the woman he loves. There is Larry, the commander that is willing to put to sacrifice himself for those under his command. Jasper, the person that is always making jokes and finding the bright spot in any situation no matter how bleak. Frank, the person that always tries to prove himself but things don't always go as planned. I would highly recommend this book to anyone that loves science fiction and/or suspense. The people fitting into either of these categories will be captivated with all the action that takes us from the lab of the CDC to the international space station.
Ever wonder what would happen if you take one of the worst viruses that the CDC has ever worked with and create a biological terror that is unleashed not only on earth but also in space as well? Well you have the beginnings of the premise behind the latest Science Fiction Thriller by author Bonnie Duran, Dark Biology. Hildi Hildebrant has been in constant competition with her twin brother, Chet both working for the CDC, the Center for Disease Control, and both in what is known as Level 4, where the most volatile of diseases and viruses are kept searching for possible vaccines like Ebola and H1N1, or also known as the Spanish Flu. While Hildi has been given a unique opportunity to venture on the latest shuttle leaving for the International Space Station to work on the effects of microgravity as to how it pertains to working on a vaccine against the flu, her brother Chet has been defying the rules in hopes of securing a Nobel Prize for a vaccine against Ebola. But when he is demoted to Level 3 for not complying with the specifics of his job and risking the agency, he takes the suggest leave of absence as well as a sample of what he believes is just a harmless Level 3 flu virus to right a few wrongs in his life. Chet has a deep seated grudge against his father, Worth Hildebrant, an infamous Christian marriage speaker who violated his own ethics when he had several affairs and almost caused his own divorce. However with the grace of God, Worth is using his testimony alongside his wife to lead marriage seminars to help others strengthen their own marriages. Chet decides to unleash the flu at his father's upcoming marriage seminar in Denver and hopes his father will fall ill in the process as retribution for the wrong his has caused in Chet's life. However when conference attendees begin to wind up in the ICU units of the local hospitals while Chet leaves for a week long European cruise, he suddenly looks at the vial sample he obtained and realized it was much, much worse than he could ever imagine. Now that same sample of virus has also find it's way on board the International Space Station and with it runs the risk of infecting not only the inhabitants on Earth but also risking the lives of the members of the Space Station as well. I received Dark Biology by Bonnie Duran compliments of Harborlight Books and Upon the Rock Publicity for my honest review. I received no monetary compensation for a favorable review and LOVED this one from the first moment I began reading it. Would LOVE to see this one make it to the big screen because it's truly filled with non stop action as Hildi runs into her own issues being launched into space with her former fiancee, Frank along as pilot while her future boyfriend mans the communications at Mission Control. I wanted to read this one right when I was asked and when it arrived, I literally inhaled it from start to finish in a couple of hours. Think of this as combining the movies Contagion with Apollo 13 and you have the idea behind the novel. I easily rate this one a 5 out of 5 stars. A definite must read for Science Fiction fans!!!