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For this week, I have another taster of my sci-fi romance, Regeneration, which is currently with pre-readers. I’m hoping for an early 2017 release, so watch this space. First, my unofficial blurb.
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In the 23rd Century, in the galaxy of Sigma Kappa, scientists created the first batch of enhanced humans – the regenerates. Kim Fortune is the only survivor of the first batch, but most of his intended attributes didn’t work. He’s incredibly strong, fast, and intelligent, but he can’t see in the dark, self-heal, or regulate his body temperature. In addition, he has far too human emotions. He wants what he thinks he’ll never have – love.
Kim escaped the lab aged 15 and spent the next few years as an explorer. The story starts with a 21 year old Kim, who has actually lived a total of 40 years already, thanks to cryosleep. His crashed ship leaves him stranded on a deserted planet, dubbed Pardus due to its population of Panthera Pardus, vicious man-eating large panther-type animals, and with his ship crippled and his crew long-since dead, the only chance of leaving the isolated and dangerous land is if another ship arrives – which it does, bringing with it Captain Susan, rogue cop Neil, young Dina, the orphaned daughter of the creator of the most sought after drug in the universe, explorer Johnson, and army deserter Christian Novak, a successful fully functioning and reasonably emotionless regenerate. One of these people turns out to be exactly what Kim wants in his life, and fears he’ll never get.
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In last week’s snippet, Kim met prisoner, Christian Novak, for the first time. Later, Kim and Novak are alone in the galley. A little more than 6 lines as some of them are so short.
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“What did you do?”
“Killed a few people.”
“Are you trying to scare me?”
His grin broadened. “Ain’t it workin’?”
A faint prickle of fear touched my spine, but I ignored it. His attitude toward me didn’t indicate a threat. “Who did you kill?”
“Anyone who got in my way. You do that when you want to get away from something.”
“You didn’t kill Neil.” I turned my back to him and opened a cupboard to retrieve a box of what passed for coffee granules. Removing one of the sachets, I emptied it into a mug. I didn’t offer him one.
“My mistake.” His boots scraped on the floor as he stepped closer to me. The scent of warm flesh and stale sweat reached my nostrils and I wrinkled my nose. My heart pounded harder and my stomach lurched as his breaths came, slow and steady, inches from the back of my head. “Most people don’t turn their back.” His voice came in my left ear, low and teasing.
“I’m not most people.”