by Rebecca Zanetti
So, I have a new post-apocalyptic series releasing, and I conducted tons of research before starting to write. Many of the foremost scientists of our times believe a humankind ending disaster is a matter of when and not if. And these are the smartest people on the planet!
Did you know that a black hole, the size of a golf ball, could actually hit the earth and tunnel right through the middle? It’s true. Well, probably.
After watching one documentary that showed a possible end to life because of a virus, I totally stocked up on anti-bacterial ointment, band aids, and flu masks. LOL!
Anyway, I did have fun getting ready to create the Scorpius Syndrome series, and even though many brilliant minds of today believe we’re heading for extinction, I still think that we humans will survive and rebuild no matter what.
Even though the setting of Mercury Striking is post-apocalyptic Los Angeles, the story is about the characters, the suspense, and the romance. Here’s a quick blurb:
Lynne’s instincts hummed, and she eyed his amazing physique. Jax obviously trained often. “What kind of fighting forces do you have here, anyway?” she asked.
He brushed a strand of hair from her face and then grasped her chin, tilting it up. The switch from gentle to firm was undoubtedly on purpose, and the tactic stopped her short. “Let me be clear on how this will work after your nap. I ask questions. You answer questions. That’s it. No more. Do you understand?”
Heaviness weighed down her limbs, and grit scratched her eyes. Every ounce of spirit she still owned wanted to defy him. To take him on, just for pride. But her intellect and her body won. This time. “I understand.”
“Good.” He released her and stepped back. “Do I have to stay and put you in that bed?”
An image of his hard body in bed shot through her head, weakening her knees. What in the hell was wrong with her? She’d seen good-looking men before. This one took handsomeness to deadly in a way that stirred her blood too much. Although it was nice to feel something other than fear and desperation. Plus, she could certainly rationalize her physical reaction to him.
When death loomed near and survival became everything, biology made a fighter, a soldier, like him desirable. Need easily created lust.
He grasped her arm, yanking her from her thoughts. “Lynne?”
“You can leave.” She sidled out from his hold, and he allowed it. “I could use a couple hours of sleep.”
“Good.” He pivoted and headed toward the door, his broad back remaining to her. “I’ll have guards right outside, just so you know.”
She clutched the shirt to her chest. Her freedom had been bartered the second she’d made the deal. “I know.”
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