Things can get deadly fast in a dream.
BLURB:
Romantek Corporation creates dreams for its
customers--dreams of exotic, historic places and events more fabulous than a
time machine. As part of their dreaming apparatus, they're releasing a new
product on the market, Soma- gen. The Soma-gen process is part of the dreaming
technology, helping cells regenerate and scrubbing out impurities and annoying
genetic problems like receding hairlines. Romantek's Chairman of the Board is a
perfect volunteer for a high-profile test. He's fit, old enough to have begun
feeling the effects of age, and a person used to taking risks. Sergio Corvino
is excited to experience his Romantek dream at Carnival in Rio de Janeiro in
the year 2000. Everyone is eager to see how his real body fares as a result of
Soma-gen.
Amber Tachibara will also be experiencing
the vacation in Rio with Sergio. He doesn't know it, but she's been sent as a
bodyguard. There have been problems with cyber-terrorists in the past, and
Romantek isn't taking any chances with their Chairman. Tachibara is tough on
the job, but submissive in intimate situations. Her discovery of that side of
her surprises both people concerned.
When a cyber-terrorist shows up in Rio, can
Amber keep Sergio safe? Things can get deadly fast in a
dream. Will Amber and
Sergio survive their vacation in Rio?
EXCERPT:
The streets were teeming with revelers,
some drunkenly weaving through the crowds, as loud, dissonant music blared
nearby. Amber quickly got her bearings. It was night time. She was standing in
an alleyway, off a main street, where some sort of parade was going on. She
glanced down at herself, making sure all her parts were intact, and immediately
commed Romantek's security room, using the implant in her skull. "Shit,
guys. You couldn't give me clothes?"
There was some snickering, and then a
junior team member spoke up. She recognized his voice. It was Davidson Smith.
"We gave you clothes. It's a costume so you'll blend in."
Amber snorted. She was wearing a gold
G-string, gold knee-high boots with red leather flames on the front and sides,
and a gold push-up bra. Her boobs were huge in this costume, bigger than they
were normally. In her opinion, they were excessive, weighing her down, but
apparently, in the eyes of the Romantek programmers, a little enhancement
wouldn't hurt. Gold bracelets, two dozen or more of them, jangled on her
wrists. As she moved, she felt
something on her back. Reaching behind her, she discovered wings, so she
glanced back. They were white with gold flashing. On her head was some sort of
headpiece, lightweight but awkward. She must look like an avenging angel.
"You guys slay me," she said, disdainfully to her crew. "An
angel? God damn."
"Go with it." This time it was
Rex Boyd's voice. Her boss.
"Yes, sir. Where is Corvino?"
Davidson spoke up again. "He's one
hundred, two point five meters away, southwest of your location.
Go to the big
street—Avenida Presidente Vargas—and make a left. He's on the street. Sending
you a homing signal right now. You should see an arrow on the sidewalk."
Amber stumbled out of the alley, cursing
her high-heeled boots, and onto the giant avenue full of people dressed in wild, revealing costumes. All
kinds of people took part in the festivities, apparently, including men, women,
transvestites, and androgynous persons. Everyone was dancing, more or less, to
the heavy samba rhythms being blared from rooftop speakers on the nearby
buildings. There were clowns, devils, birds of paradise, and flowers. So many
of them were beautiful, bright, sequined and extravagant, Amber was a little
dazed. Willing herself to focus on her job, she looked down past her boots and
saw the faint outline of a white arrow, pointing southwest up the street,
against the flow of traffic. Of course against
the flow of traffic. Frowning, Amber wiggled her way through the river like a
salmon swimming upstream. Someone pinched her naked ass and she turned to smack
the offender, but couldn't figure out which person it was, so, frowning, she
went back to following the arrow. It continued up the street for a while, then
turned red. It was her signal that Corvino was close by.
In the sea of laughing faces, many with
heavy makeup, it wasn't too hard to spot him. He was laughing like the rest,
but wasn't as showy. He wore a devil's costume with loose fitting black satin
pants, and a red, sequined, long-sleeved shirt with billowy sleeves. The cuffs
were black satin, like his pants. His forehead sported red glued-on horns and
he had a plastic pitchfork, with blunted tines.
He was a bit of a caricature
devil, but recognizable, sambaing in the crowd as though it was ridiculous fun.
Amber sidled up, pressed against him with
others, and shouted over the din. "Hey, devil! I'm an avenging angel.
Beware!"
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Author Bio and Contact Info:
Bestselling
author, Patricia Green, is a full-time fiction writer specializing in erotic
romance. She provides the reader with love stories that emphasize fun
characters with quirky personalities. Patricia is the author of more than 20
published novels and novellas as well as an ever-growing collection of short
stories.
In her personal life, Patricia is married
and the mother of twins. When she’s not being the angel of domestic harmony and
a semi-crazed creator of fictional friends, she loves to read, crochet, knit
and watch hockey and CFL football.
You can reach Patricia Green in the
following ways:
Email: pig (at) patriciagreenbooks (dot)
com
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