Title: THE FOREVER MAN: THE BELFAST MISSION
Word Count: 105K
Genre: Adult Science Fiction
Horatio’s passion is science. As a quantum data physicist, he has everything figured out, everything that is, except for people. Research is his solace against humanity. There, Horatio slots the Universe into neatly stacked equations, fortressed in his lab until his discovery of time travel. But the ability to wield time and space is meaningless without purpose. In perfecting his machine, he finds such a purpose—returning to the past to save those who have needlessly perished. Now he must test the variables.
Every experiment requires a control, and Horatio can think of none better than the RMS Titanic; a ship isolated and lost at sea. Banding together with his friend, Hendley, they devise a plan to travel through time and correct a flaw in the ship’s original build, ensuring that she’ll survive a collision with an iceberg. But 1909 Belfast poses problems that science cannot solve.
Century old engineers, coupled with money hungry shipbuilders, force our heroes to rethink their strategy. Teaming up with Kat, a company typist, provides the men with a needed edge to guarantee success. But it’s evident she also holds sway over Horatio’s heart, jeopardizing the mission. If science cannot be separated from emotion, not only will the Titanic be lost again, but Horatio and Hendley may spend the remainder of their lives jailed in the past.
First 250 words:
Warm air greeted me that cold January morning at Biggington University. Breathing in the pungent smell of burnt wood, I pivoted full circle in search of the source. Students pushed past, bumping into my haversack in their haste, knocking me off balance. Confused, I followed the rabble at a distance, all heading in the same direction. Rounding a corner, I spotted a dark cloud of billowing smoke hovering over the snow-laden campus, drawing them to the Lindenbrook Geology Building. Their wayward presence only served to alter the tone of the drama to that of a rock band concert, which made the firefighters’ task all the more difficult—and dangerous. The centuries-old building was an easy target for the flames, its ancient wiring and wooden framing almost begged to be set ablaze.
My boots crunched snow, kicking up powder as I jogged over to catch sight of the spectacle. Arriving at the north side entrance, I pushed my way through the tangle of coats and backpacks, ignoring staccato protests from their owners to gain a front row seat. Parked before the seven-story building was a small fleet of emergency hover-vehicles, all cordoned off behind an endless strip of fluorescent yellow tape. Spilling out from their sides were tentacles of hose, snaking their way through the well-trodden snow. Flashing lights reflected off the stone and brick in scorched hues of red, white and blue.
The heroes of this story were the firefighters. Assembled in aluminized bunker gear and crimson helmets, they stood like sentinels against the blaze, protectors of the boisterous crowd.
Title: Not Set in Stone
Word count: 94K
Genre: Adult Urban Fantasy
New York City is a far cry from Medusa Kalypto’s drab ancestral gorgon homeland. Her city bursts at the seams with humans and the disenfranchised Greek gods. Here, Zeus is a barista, Hermes is famous for being famous, and Hades is a best-selling poet. The city is also where she’ll discover which life she's fated to live.
For humans, turning thirty involves reevaluating their lives and having mini panic attacks between celebratory margaritas. For Medusa, a gorgon with an all too common name, it entails finding out if she has the gorgon curse. The curse means banishment to the Isle where her mother and other bitter judgmental gorgons reside. A fate worse than death.
At least she thought so until the curse stirs up the illegal blood oath she took with her ex-boyfriend Ares, revealing an ugly side effect, telepathy. Now she’s bonded to her ex by telepathic transmissions. Sometimes a gorgon can’t catch a break.
This telepathy stirs up dangerous feelings for her drama-fueled ex threatening the budding relationship with her new human boyfriend Adam. Even worse, it has sparked an investigation putting her immigration status at risk. With deportation and heartbreak looming in the distance, Medusa must find a way to untangle this new mess with her toxic ex. If she doesn’t, her snakes might learn might learn another “S” word for screwed.
First 250 words:
I twirled a single snake around my index finger like a long green ribbon. The other snakes on my head nipped at the bobbing zipper on the back of my blue dress as I power-walked down the sidewalk surrounded by a mass of fellow New Yorkers. Sidewalks here were like a benevolent god we bowed our heads to but never acknowledged, and our sole prayer was to keep moving forward. The gorgon deep within me fought hard to keep me still, especially today on the birthday I feared the most. Did humans hate turning thirty as much as I did?
Hell, I'd take a slice of existential crisis with a regretful hangover crust instead of registering with the government. Imagine if the first time you saw yourself might be the last time you took a breath. The safer option was never to leave the gorgon homeland, the Isle of Stone, in the first place. Never try to live among humans and the fallen Greek gods and make a life for yourself.
But I was never one to play it safe.
Immortal friends and student loans would be my financial death. My Brooklyn death, on the other hand, now loomed ahead, blurring in the distance like a dark and murky nightmare.
The Center of Sorrow and Sisterhood or CSS was a bleak gray building with a lone black door at the front. It was both a savior and destroyer for young gorgons like me.