Hi everyone –
I’m so excited to see PERFECT out in the world! This is book 1 of the Genesis Trilogy and will take you to Moonlight Cove where lives depend on perfection. It’s a genre-mashing thriller/horror/scifi/dystopian that will have you turning pages late into the night!
I’ll be releasing this trilogy under L.A. Kessler because while there is a love story sub-plot, it’s not front and center and I never want to let my romance readers down. So you can expect L.A. Kessler titles to be a little darker with more suspense…
I can’t wait for you to read this one and I’m celebrating with a giveaway… Be sure to enter the Rafflecopter at the bottom for a chance to win a $20 Amazon gift card!
BLURB –
Sometimes science requires sacrifice…
Perfection.
Juliet Huff’s life depends on it.
She’s never been outside, had friends over, or attended school. She’s also never had a cold, a bruise, or a scrape.
Her parents are researchers, part of the secretive Genesis Foundation, and they have one goal. Utopia. No one will ever lose another child to disease or birth defects. They’ll achieve their goal through cloning perfect children. In order to attract funding, any imperfect subjects are terminated.
As she nears her eighteenth birthday, she discovers she will become the first Genesis child to reach this milestone and will be “preserved” as a permanent record of their work unless she can break free.
But Juliet has a secret. She met someone from the outside world once, the boy from across the street. Escaping her house, she finds Bill Manning all grown up, but time is running out and she must expose the Genesis Foundation…
Because she’ll never be perfect again.
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5 Stars! “This book had the wow factor and kept me glued from page one to the end… My only complaint is that I have to wait for more.”
Excerpt –
1990
Shifting the tiny bundle into one arm, Dr. Turner carefully opened the door and entered the room. The baby’s father, Dr. Huff, spun around with cold, emotionless eyes. He was tall and slender with a pronounced pointed nose and short brown hair.
Dr. Huff uncrossed his arms and nodded in greeting. “We were beginning to wonder about you, Dr. Turner.”
“I apologize for the delay,” he replied. “I was running some tests to be sure your precious little girl here stays nice and healthy. Given the previous family history, I thought it pertinent to be cautious in this case.”
A silent glance passed between the new parents, sending a chill down Dr. Turner’s spine. While most couples who had previously lost babies were anxious, almost desperate, to hold their new infant, to touch it and love it, Dr. and Mrs. Huff made no such effort.
In fact, they hadn’t even moved close enough to see her yet. It was awkward, almost disturbing to witness. The cool detachment in their eyes made Dr. Turner wonder if they even wanted this child.
Maybe they were simply afraid to love the infant for fear she might die like the others had. He didn’t know, but something about the way they were staring at one another worried him.
Almost like two wolves circling their prey and giving one another silent signals before attacking.
Dr. Turner cleared his throat, pushing the disturbing image from his mind as he turned toward the biochemist research physician — although no one in the local medical community knew exactly what kind of research — and made a gesture to offer him his baby. “Would you like to hold her, Dr. Huff?”
The infant’s father didn’t move. Dr. Turner’s smile faded when neither one of them made the slightest effort to see their child.
They both stared at him.
Making a final attempt, Dr. Turner took another step closer. “Don’t worry, she’s healthy as an ox and beautiful as a butterfly. Come take a peek.”
Again, neither parent moved. Mrs. Huff looked over at her husband and gave him an encouraging nod, but Dr. Huff remained stiff.
“Does she have ten fingers and toes?” he asked cautiously.
“Yes, ten of each.” Dr. Turner started to frown.
“And she doesn’t have a coned head, does she?” Mrs. Huff interrupted.
He froze for a moment, caught off guard by their questions. “No.”
“And no nasty birthmarks?” Mrs. Huff’s nose crinkled in disgust.
Dr. Turner shook his head, hoping his uneasiness wasn’t showing on his face as he approached Mrs. Huff’s bedside. “None.”
Cautiously, he handed the infant to her mother. If he didn’t do it now, he might find an excuse not to give her to them at all.
She took her new baby girl and held her in the crook of her arm, her free hand gently caressing the infant’s soft brown hair.
Dr. Turner relaxed. Maybe he had been overreacting. “She’s just perfect.”
Mrs. Huff looked up at her husband. Her lips curved into a thin smile, and her eyes gleamed, but not with the joy Dr. Turner was accustomed to seeing in a new mother’s eyes. There was a ferocity there he didn’t understand.
“Did you hear that, Ed?” She focused on the tiny bundle again.
Her husband nodded and came closer to her bedside. They stared at their daughter for a moment, and whispered, “She’s perfect.”