Tuesday, October 10, 2017

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     Okay... time out. Need to catch up on my reading backlog.
      I subscribe to BookBub and during the last several months, while concentrating on writing and editing the Revenge Series for publication, I managed to purchase a lot of books‒twenty-three to be exact. Included in this collection are a lot of new authors, but some old titles from my favorite authors whose works, in paperback, I've had  in my library for too many years, and I'm slowly replacing with digital for posterity. The old paperbacks have become a bit worn.

And yeah... On bottom shelf to the right are my collection of vinyl records‒oldies but goodies in relatively good condition‒some I've had since I was a teenager. No, you don't want to know how long ago that was, but let me say I have the Temptations first album, bought when the group first came out. Anywho... I've been replacing them, slowly (procrastinating), for some time. Among those records, is a small collection of eight track tapes, also being replaced when I can find the particular artists on CDs.

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Excerpt from Ruthless Redemption:

Hours of ear-piercing screams stopped.
The abrupt silence—eerie and more unsettling—held everyone spellbound, even though the medical team had performed dozens of these grueling labor and delivery procedures. Linda thought she’d get used to the process, yet the conclusion of each birth continued to disturb her.
In the beginning, the mothers received something for the pain, but those anesthetic endeavors had had detrimental effects on the altered gene structure of the embryo. Management quickly issued bureaucratic directives that mandated the staff withhold any type of sedative for the hosts. After all, sustaining the life of an engineered specimen was top priority.
Linda soon realized the matter of sedation for the women was a moot point because of the multiple intravenous therapies required throughout the gestation period. The complexity of the drugs used in that intervention diminished the life expectancy of the mother. Hell, in an age of medical and scientific evolution, why hadn’t the scientists developed a drug that eased the woman’s suffering, increased her mortality rate, and didn’t harm the fetus?
She continued to stare down at the serene childish face and smooth pale skin that glistened with the perspiration of the woman’s final efforts. The inertness of the body was proof the beautiful young woman had taken her last breath and Linda couldn’t prevent it. The women were of legal age when they signed up for the experiments.
The silence lingered.
She knew the intent wasn’t to kill the women. The goal was the success of their project, which would have been much more successful if the mothers survived the process. Nonetheless, the scientists regarded the hosts as throwaways. Recruiters acquired women with at-risk lifestyles, which eliminated problems with concerned relatives or friends. From foster homes, they solicited naïve eighteen-year-old females, whereas runaways, who wanted jobs, signed up as soon as they arrived in town. Others, ages eighteen to twenty-one, were prostitutes who had wearied of the life.
The PsyD—Parapsychology Development—Institute promised the women a standard of living that none had ever visualized and they willingly left all behind. The organization kept its word and housed the young women within the research compound. They received the promised education, job skills, experience with pay, and lived the anticipated lifestyle. They believed they had a future. After the births, when none of the women returned to their living quarters, if there were questions about their absences, management responded with the pre-arranged directive.
After recuperation in the recovery dorm, the institute arranged employment and accommodations for each woman with an outside corporation.
The women deserved better.
Linda Forsythe, lead surgical nurse, had been present at too many of these debacles of modern medicine. The PsyD group had hired her to replace the previous supervisor, Sadie Marlowe when she retired. Linda had accepted the position because she expected research in genetic mutation and cloning. After she attended her first birth and realized they weren’t experimenting, but implementing, she immediately suspected covert government agencies or military interests were orchestrating the entire program. She never wanted any involvement with government mechanizations so she questioned the nursing administrator Lincoln James about her suspicions.
The powers-that-be swiftly issued the standard denial of governmocracy intervention and remained adamant that private scientific sectors were their only source of research funding. What management had left unsaid reminded Linda of decades-old gossip about viewing trials done at the Stanford Research Institute purportedly funded by a certain covert agency. Back then, rumors rampant throughout research communities had suggested some Intel agencies considered adding remote viewing to a roster of psychological phenomenon as a potential resource. And now, the PsyD institute had a similar agenda.
Hell. She worked for a research foundation that used a camouflaged compound on the fringes of a Marine Corps base located in the Arizona desert. It was a facility that came equipped with a military attaché and a security detail of USMC MP’s—Military Police—who stood guard at all entrances. In addition, a Technical Services Division of one intelligence agency had shown an inordinate amount of scientific curiosity in PsyD’s work.
During the early seventies, rumors that said tech group had done secret studies similar to PsyD research had been persistent…was that coincidence? Those studies were purported to explore what role genetic makeup doctored with genetically engineered biological specimens played in the use of telepathy, hypnosis, and remote viewing. The difference between that agency’s experiments and PsyD research was the covert agency had used mature test subjects, but methodology was on the same page. Obviously, PsyD management assumed she was gullible if they thought she believed federal funding wasn’t involved with the institute’s project—yeah, right.
Despite what her employer’s goals were, she’d had enough and wanted out. She’d watched each attempt to create, birth, and nurture a new-order of intelligence and realized she wasn't hardcore enough. Empathy for the women took precedence over her need for medical and scientific knowledge.
Damn that non-disclosure statement.
Included in all contracts, as a condition of employment, was a declaration employees signed that restricted outgoing staff from sharing, with their replacement, the specifics of what their job entailed. In view of the experience required for the position, management maintained the expectation that replacements would learn as they attended each trial. That had seemed odd and should have prompted her to question the surgical lead she’d replaced, anyway. Hell. Neither of them had anything to lose. She would have declined employment, then any revelations from Mrs. Marlowe remained between them.
Linda detached herself from the group surrounding the dead woman and took the newborn from the doctor’s outstretched hands. She moved to the back of the room where the neonatal team waited for the child. The team cleaned, weighed, and examined the baby for any defects, then they coded and documented vital statistics. While the baby was processed, the morgue team prepped the young woman’s body for disposal and the surgical team readied the operating room for the next birth.
Four more deliveries were on the schedule for that night. Linda and her staff had speculated about the reason for transporting this child before neonatal personnel inspected the other newborns.  
That wasn’t standard protocol.

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Tuesday, August 22, 2017

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 Revenge never ends

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Mystical Imagination
Marie E. Reid
Marnie Tolliver lives a regimented existence until the sudden death of her father leaves the family business vulnerable to take-over, derails her engagement, devastates her invalid mother Deidre, and exposes long-held family secrets.  Health declining, Deidre is frantic to disclose murky details of an ancestral link to Mayan culture, and tries to convince Marnie that she’s in danger.  Insisting her husband’s death renders Marnie subject to Mayan law of Inherited Rights, Deidre dies before Marnie learns more.

Left with a sense of disquiet, puzzling images of exotic places and intimacy with a sexy apparition haunt Marnie's dreams, which affects her waking hours, and prompts Marnie to take off on a much-needed cruise vacation. During one port-of-call, while touring the Costa Rica rain forest, Marnie happens upon an indigenous tribe that entices her to join their rituals and share their meal.  Afterward, she drifts into a surreal state of sleep and her phantom lover appears.

When she awakens, she’s alone, and no longer in the forest. Once back onboard ship, no one believes her story. Marnie returns home to find the family business has a new partner, Etienne Luc Cuvier, the incarnation of her fantasy lover.  Two months later, she learns she’s pregnant.  Unwilling to accept all these occurrences as quirky déjà vu, she recalls Deidre’s ominous revelations, senses her life is in jeopardy, and suspects someone close to her is manipulating events.  But who, and why?

© Marie E. Reid
fiction - Contemporary M/F Romantic Suspense

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Monday, July 17, 2017

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Memories Erased
Calculated  Deception
 M. E. Reid

 Aianna Sinclair believes she has it all until her husband develops terminal cancer.  To support his needs, Aianna gets a job closer to home and soon realizes her mistake when she finds herself thrust into a situation rife with deception, conflict, and incompetent, treacherous supervisors. Then her husband dies.  At his funeral, she meets her alleged invalid neighbor Gregorio Galliano, aka Calderone whose imposing stature contradicts his purported infirm status.  Handsome and affable, with an underlying, subtle threat of menace, Aianna stares into jungle green eyes in a too handsome face, and a chill of apprehension sweeps her body.

    When Aianna returns to work, the Chairman of the Board closes the office, offers her another job, and she accepts.  At the new job, it’s déjà vu from day one.  Enmity from co-workers is palpable, the Chairman’s conduct toward her turns bizarre, and her supervisor tries to set her up as an embezzler.  It’s not until someone kills her supervisor and she becomes the prime suspect that Aianna realizes she’s the target of something more sinister than antagonism, and she might not survive.

© M. E. Reid
 fiction -- m/f - romantic suspense - Interracial
Ruthless Redemption ~ Book 1
Inception: The first ten years

Government-funded Psi Development Institute does classified research on the manipulation of the molecular structure of human genes and the correlation to psychological conduct. After years of setbacks, they create the ideal, engineered child―PsiD-E6. By the age of seven, it deserves its nicknameRuthlessmanipulates the system, plans and executes its escape, then disappears.
 In typical government fashion, instead of resolving the issue, they add to it. The scientists engineer another child, PsiD-E16―Redemption―to locate, and destroy Ruthless. Two decades later, mutilation murders terrify a desert town, and each victim has a link to the institute.
      Detectives Peter Frazier and Jason Marlowe, sent to investigate, suspect the killer is a Psi employee, but military stonewalling hampers investigation, then the murders stop. The cases go cold, but not before Frazier and Marlowe discover decades-old family secrets connect them to institute prodigy, and possibly a murderer.

© Marie E. Reid
fiction - Uncategorized

Ruthless Redemption ~ Book 2
Prodigy Exposed

Fifteen years after the first mutilation killings, similarly mutilated bodies of sexual predators and other deviant felons surface. Psi administrators recognize the methodology of the kills, and fearing one of their prodigies is responsible, they launch an internal probe. What they uncover is a critical scientific gaffe. Their biologists’ didn’t screen host mitochondrial DNA, or evaluate its effect on gene modification, allowing recessive, preternatural gene abnormalities to transfer from hosts to specimens.
 Psi administrators acknowledge a possible link between the mutilation deaths and the PsiD-E project and initiate damage control. They assign the current military attaché and his aide to resolve the issue, unaware both are PsiD-E prodigy.

Ruthless Redemption ~ Book 3

The institute’s military attaché  recognizes the link between the deaths and the PsiD-E project. Knowing both Ruthless and Redemption are the epitome of Psi-D engineering and training, capable of indiscriminate kills, to neutralize the problem, rather than delegate, the attaché  requests a volunteer.
     Haunting childhood  memories prompt federal agent Jordan Perry to take on the assignment. Cognizant of the Psi abilities of the targets, Jordan knows there is  only a tiny window of opportunity to catch them unaware. The dilemma is which one to terminate—Ruthless, Redemption, or both. But will Jordan's unsettling background help or hinder resolution?