Tell Me Your Story Tuesday
Born in Ice
This futuristic
romantic suspense story grew from a dream, one of a woman frozen in a block of
ice and found by fishermen from an undersea world. She’s taken to their home and with the help
of advanced medical technology, she recovers. In time she learns she must learn
to fit into their social system, one different from what she’s known.
Blurb:
Pulled from an icy
grave…into a world of doubt and danger.
Frozen in ice for
seventy-five years, Zana Forrester suffers the agony of rebirth to learn her
son is dead, and her daughter's whereabouts is unknown. The year is 2155. A man's soothing voice and
gray eyes haunt her drug induced dreams. When she recovers, she meets their
owner and finds her heart in danger. But, a relationship isn’t a consideration;
she must find her daughter.
Brock Callahan is drawn
to the beautiful woman taken aboard his salvage ship. He's determined she'll be
his wife and a mother to his young daughter, but he vows not to love her. All
the women he’s loved died. While Zana searches for her daughter, Brock must
protect Zana from the evil that threatens.
My editor for Champagne Books has graciously given permission for me to post the Prologue and Chapter
One of Born in Ice, so for 10 days
I’ll be sharing another installment.
Chapter One – installment 3
2155 A.D. Atlantic Ocean.
“Hey, Skipper, check out that
small berg east ninety degrees. I see
something red.”
In the early morning light, Brock
Callahan steered his salvage craft,
Retriever,
on a southerly course forty miles east of the coast of Barbados.
They were over a thousand
nautical miles from their home base in Brazil and
were in desperate need of a
find—anything useable the sea coughed up from
the melting ice flows. He had
other means of income, but his crew depended
on what they pulled from the sea
for much of their livelihood.
Brock squinted in the direction
Pepe, his junior crew member,
indicated. A mild mist hovered
over the ocean’s calm surface obstructing his
view, plus his eyes weren’t as
keen as the kids. Brock bellowed into the
intercom circuit, “All stop.”
He flipped his infrared eye down
from his headset. He trained it off
the port side and focused by
blinking his eye as he searched the ice bergs
floating in the distance. The boy
had sharp eyes. That’s why he paid him
more than the rest of the crew.
The kid could find a diamond in a solid block
of ice.
A hundred years ago ice would’ve
been an oddity in this area. Now it
was a common occurrence. Global
warming had poured fresh water into the
sea diluting the salt balance and
disrupting the conveyer belts of the ocean’s
floor. This action upset the
equilibrium of the north and south poles and
brought about numerous
environmental changes on Earth. Sheets of ice
covered the northern most part of
North America, deserts formed where
previously vegetation thrived,
water mass increased, and land mass
decreased.
The slight breeze dissipated the
mist for a moment; light glanced off
something red beneath the frost’s
surface. Damned if Pepe wasn’t right on
again. It could be anything, but
if they were lucky, it’d be some type of all terrain
vehicle. The bright red color was
a good sign. For years, due to the
sheet of ice and snow covering so
much land, all vehicles sported vivid
colored paint—primarily red.
Though technology had improved over the past
one-hundred years of lethal
weather, vehicles were scarce. Due to the small
number of factories able to
produce them, they were far too expensive for the
average Joe. He’d be able to sell
such a find for a nice sum.
Adrenaline shot through his
system. His heart rate increased in
anticipation of a valuable item
for retrieval. Hopefully they wouldn’t be
disappointed. In this line of
work it happened all too often.
Tune in tomorrow for the 4th installment.
I’ll be on Jennifer Wilck’s blog .
Please
leave a comment today to be entered into a drawing for an ecopy of
my time travel set in the
1930s oil fields of Texas. Your name will also be entered in the GRAND PRIZE
drawing for my blog tour—a KINDLE. A
name will be draw at the end of my tour on December 16th.
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for this rhinestone frog pin. For each of my releases I try to find a piece of
jewelry significant to the story. After reading Born in Ice you’ll understand why I chose this frog.
Thank you, Dawn, for
having me here today, and thank you readers for stopping by. Good luck in all
the give-a-ways!
Happy Reading and
Writing!
Linda
Linda
LaRoque is a Texas
girl, but the first time she got on a horse, it tossed her in the road
dislocating her right shoulder. Forty years passed before she got on another,
but it was older, slower, and she was wiser. Plus, her students looked on and
it was important to save face.
A
retired teacher who loves West Texas, its flora and fauna, and its people,
Linda’s stories paint pictures of life, love, and learning set against the raw
landscape of ranches and rural communities in Texas and the Midwest. She is a
member of RWA, her local chapter of HOTRWA, NTRWA and Texas Mountain Trail
Writers.
13 comments:
Now I desperately want to know what they found. Such a teaser!!
Having vehicles red makes sense with all the white. I had not thought of that before this.
marypres(AT)gmail(DOT)com
I can't wait to read it.
slandon9903(at)gmail(dot)com
Oh good, Marybelle. Glad you do. Stay tuned.
You too, Sarah. I'm hoping you'll both want to buy a copy.
Good morning. I think everyone wants to fit in and belong somewhere, whether it's to a family, a society or a group. I'm glad you look at this issue in your story and the fact that it's a new year (many many years) that raises the stakes. I'm looking forward to this one.
Cambonified(at)yahoo(dot)com
I agree with the first commenter; you're a tease, Linda. A great excerpt.
Hi Na,So true. We all need our group!
Glad you liked it, Sandy!
A cliffhanger? How could you? See you at your next stop. Love this type of story. Good luck with your tour. Rita Bay
Oh, I can't wait to read Born in Ice; it sounds great.
Thanks,
Tracey D
booklover0226 at gmail dot com
I'm sinking deeper into the clutches of your spell, Linda, with every excerpt. Darn your editor, for letting you tease us like this.
drainbamaged.gyzmo at gmail.com
I'm trying to keep you interested, Rita! Thank you!!!
Thanks for stopping by Tracey!
Good, Kathryn! I want you to keep coming back and buy your own copy!
It would be very difficult to adjust to a totally new social structure on top of dealing being "asleep" for that length of time.
Michelle B. aka koshkalady
purrpurrkoshkamb(at)aol(dot)com
Yes, it would, Michelle, and the social structure in Abyss is a controlled society.
This book will be awesome! I'm getting all the more excited to read it.
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