The Borealis novellas is a series of independent stories written by different authors, but set in the same environment. Around a year ago, Desert Breeze Publishing asked if I'd be interested in writing one, and I did a happy dance. I love this series, and I am proud to get the opportunity to be part of it.
My book is called Shadow of a Man, and it's reasonably priced at $1.99.
There might be a place Theresa fears more than Borealis, but she can’t think of one. The old and decrepit station houses all sorts of cruelty, and to make it better, this is where her husband Dominic was imprisoned, drugged, and tortured. He returned a mere shadow of his old self, scarred by abuse and Uudon withdrawal.
Borealis is the last place Theresa wants to go, and the only one she can’t escape. Dominic’s apparent madness does nothing to alleviate her fears. Her once sweet husband has turned into a womanizing monster, and will destroy anyone who gets in his way.
Geo, her faithful and all too handsome bodyguard, appears to be the only one on her side. He once helped rescue Dominic, and pays for the insurrection with a lifetime on the run. This might be a situation not even he can handle, and Theresa fears none of them will make it out alive.
And, here is an excerpt:
"I wish we weren't going to Borealis."
"Trust me, you're not the only one."
Captain Geo rarely answered when she spoke, even if he was right next to her.
Sometimes she forgot what his voice sounded like.
Why is he standing guard inside the room anyway? He's usually on the other side of the door. Oh well, maybe he needs company too.
Theresa turned to meet his eyes and lifted an eyebrow.
"Did something happen to you there?"
He stood right beside the door with his feet apart and his hands tucked behind his back, looking authoritative and unafraid.
"Something happens to everyone who sets foot there. You too. Am I correct?"
This time all willpower in the world couldn't suppress the shudder. How could she be so fearful of a place she'd never seen? Telling herself Borealis was built and inhabited by humans didn't help one bit. She still considered it one of the lower levels of Tartarus where souls were tortured until the end of times.
"You know. You helped get him out."
He nodded, but didn't have time to answer; his radio crackled to life. She couldn't quite make out the mumbling voice on the other side, but it didn't matter.
It wasn't for her.
It was never for her.
Geo's voice right next to her made her jump. His chiseled face was almost within kissing distance. How could he be so quiet and still move so quickly?
"I need your assistance."
The mere words made her feel fatigued.
"Oh no. What did he do?"
"He's setting fires on the cargo deck, ma'am. Fire will deplete our air supply."