Eve is a modern day Indiana Jones; acquiring ancient artifact, looking for clues to history’s greatest mysteries, and of course being hunted by an old and powerful organization.
Roaming the streets of Rome, attending grand parties of the rich, and riding the gondolas in Venice isn’t the only excitement that comes with her new adventure. When the symbol on an ancient tablet matches the medallion given to her thirteen years ago, on the day her beloved grandfather disappeared, she begins to unravel a truth older than time.
Eve is drawn to the energy in the artifacts she’s delivering to buyers, and discovers that not only are these energy infused artifacts a hot commodity, so is she. The flirty men that desire her want something from her and it’s not what she anticipated.
Exposing the truth behind the energy infused artifacts, and piecing together the family connection, might unleash a weapon of mass destruction. Eve is the key for detonation.
LOGOS is a 75,000 word Science Fiction Thriller. The real life disappearance of my husband’s uncle after he got on a plane thirty years ago and featured on Unsolved Mysteries was the inspiration for my novel.
I have short stories that have been featured in Go Read Your Lunch and The Idaho Magazine.
FIRST 250 WORDS:
Somehow I had completed the transatlantic journey my grandfather hadn’t. Not that I was expecting to just disappear mid-flight but it had happened before.
My lungs burned like I’d been holding my breath for the duration of the six hour flight. Only with the wheels down did my body relax enough to allow me to breathe normally.
My deodorant quit the moment they locked the doors. I wiped my sweaty palms across my jeans trying to get rid of the evidence of my anxiety.
Phones lit up throughout the cabin like turning on our electronic devices was part of the disembarking process. I didn’t have a call to make but having it on made me feel slightly less alone.
My phone chimed. My heart stuttered. I could only think of one person who would call me, and she hadn’t been coherent in more than a year. In fact, the last time she called she had stolen an orderly’s phone so she could remind me to feed her cat.
She had never owned a cat.
“Hello sweet girl.” The voicemail recording crackled over my grandmother’s voice. She sounded surprisingly lucid for someone who hadn’t recognized me in two years. “Your grandfather visited me last night.” Her words came out in a slow slur like she was talking underwater.
Grandpa had been gone for thirteen years but he still visited Grandma in her dreams. Her doctor at the long-term care facility for dementia and Alzheimer’s was worried these dreams were an indication…