Born in Ice


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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 .


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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.