Word Count: 90,000
Genre: Adult Sci Fi
Query:
When Nick Angriff’s family is slaughtered in a terrorist attack, leaving no loved ones to miss or mourn him, he agrees to command Operation Overtime, an elite military unit stored in suspended animation against the possibility of national collapse.
He awakens sixty years later to find the United States government destroyed and a bizarre religious sect enslaving the survivors. He commands an elite and diverse military unit stored in suspended animation, and resurrecting America becomes Angriff’s sacred duty.
To save others, however, he must first stay alive. Angriff discovers two extremist factions of the dead U.S.A. infesting his brigade, and he’s in the crosshairs of both.
His choice is stark: dig out threats within Operation Overtime first, risking the death of innocents, or face assassination to fulfill his mission and end the slavery and slaughter.
250 Words:
Lake Tahoe sparkled under a high sun in a cloudless sky. From the warmth of the tour boat’s passenger lounge,
Mary Buffer watched her chubby husband, Winslow, brace against the railings and turn his face into the wind. So far,
day one of their first vacation ever with Emily had been magical. The red-haired toddler stood on tiptoes and waved
at her father, then knocked on the window to get his attention. Her warm breath frosted the glass. Winslow grinned at
her, despite the cold spray, and waved back.
Mary Buffer watched her chubby husband, Winslow, brace against the railings and turn his face into the wind. So far,
day one of their first vacation ever with Emily had been magical. The red-haired toddler stood on tiptoes and waved
at her father, then knocked on the window to get his attention. Her warm breath frosted the glass. Winslow grinned at
her, despite the cold spray, and waved back.
Out of the chill and sipping hot chocolate from a foam cup, Mary giggled watching Winslow strike a captain’s
pose, feet apart, head titled back. He often shared his fantasy of sailing the sapphire waves of the Caribbean, warm
breezes tossing his sparse hair, as he stood at the helm of his sailing sloop. He painted that image for their retirement,
and Mary loved the idea. She liked seeing him happy more, though. Starting a solo practice as a new CPA required
long, hard hours, and he deserved time to dream and play.
The muffled buzz of a speedboat, growing louder as it drew near, caught Mary's attention and she glanced left.
Milling people blocked her view as the smaller boat throttled down near the port bow. She glanced back at Winslow
as something metallic hit the deck and bounced, stopping between his feet. The object seemed vaguely familiar, but
she did not recognize it before the blast of the grenade ripped him apart.
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ReplyDeleteVery interesting! Please send a full synopsis and the first three chapters to submit@jollyfishpress.com and address it to Reece Hanzon so I don't miss it. Thank you!
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