After my recovery, I will continue working on my current manuscript, while I seek representation for my sci-fi thiller Paradox.
It is the two year anniversary of his wife’s disappearance. Standing on a rooftop, beneath the night sky, Detective Jake Cross preferred to die than to live without Lisa.
Here is the opening paragraph.
Tonight, the moon arrived without her. No other phenomenon on Earth or in the heavens could provoke a fusion of so many emotions; passion, remorse, uncertainty, all boiling in a primordial soup of sentiments that scorched his soul. This unwelcomed nightly event consumed detective Jake Cross like a voracious black hole gnawing at his heart, cell by helpless cell, devouring every reason he had for living.
Paradox – Mankind’s last hope is a man who lost his faith.
Earlier today, I woke up searching for a good morning message from my Baby. When I found none, I wrote her a few separate messages. Hours passed with no reply. This little thing was born during those moments of worry.