Daughter Cell by Jay Hartlove
November 29 - December 12
Cover
blurb
How
far can you genetically alter someone before she becomes someone
else? Before she loses her soul?
Cover synopsis
Leading
genetic researcher Randolph Macklin wakes up in Malaysia to find a
four month gap in his memory, his wife dead, and his daughter in a
coma. As he and his psychiatrist Sanantha Mauwad unravel the mystery,
they find nothing and no one are what they appear to be. Ancient
cults collide with cutting edge science in this tale of too much
power driven by too much passion.
EXCERPT from Daughter Cell
Three
steps inside her front door, she dropped her large, black,
bucket-like Coach purse by the couch and headed for the kitchen. She
caught a flash of green out of the corner of her eye which propelled
her into adrenaline focus. A thin green snake with brown markings had
struck out from under the couch and sunk its fangs into the leather
of her purse. She leapt back and sucked in a terrified gulp of air
all in one motion. The snake immediately pulled back under the couch.
It moved alarmingly fast. Unfortunately, Sanantha was now in the
dining area and couldn’t see around the couch to tell if the snake
had stayed under or moved out into the living room.
She
knew from childhood experience in Haiti not to underestimate the
speed of poisonous snakes. She also remembered to fight the panic,
keep her cool, and use whatever resources she had at hand. She had a
hard time getting past her pounding heart and shaking hands to pull
herself together.
She
considered just leaving and calling an exterminator. The government
was already investigating her. Could she afford being drawn into a
criminal investigation now that someone was clearly trying to kill
her? She didn’t have much time to decide between the unknown
quantity of the police or the known quantity of the snake.
She
ran into the kitchen and pulled a sponge mop and a broom out of the
small broom closet. She then approached the back of the couch
sweeping the broom enticingly along the edge where the snake had
struck. As she prepared to bring the sponge mop down to pin its neck,
the snake flashed around the end of the couch and came straight at
her.
“Mon dieu!”
Jay
Hartlove Bio
Jay
Hartlove has been writing professionally for over 30 years, starting
in the gaming industry with Supergame in 1980. He writes banking
compliance procedures by day, he blogs about spirituality, and he
teaches seminars on the craft of writing. Two of his short
supernatural stories have appeared in the Hugo Award winning Drink
Tank. He has posted the research he did for The Chosen at
www.jaywrites.com. Like The Isis Rising Trilogy on Facebook.
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