New
release!
Lift-Off
A romantic,
near-future, New Year’s adventure
by
Fiona Lehn
The lives of several couples and singles intertwine as they struggle to keep their relationships and careers on track. Set during a hectic three days leading up to the world’s first tourist space cruise launch on New Year’s Eve in White Rock, British Columbia.
BLURB
From Writers of the Future winner Fiona Lehn comes a heart-warming, holiday-themed speculative novella, Lift-Off!
The
world’s first tourist space cruise launches from the International Spaceport in
White Rock, British Columbia, on New Year’s Eve. 100 free cruise tickets are
hidden all over North America. You have three days left to find one. Would
you…
Break
and enter? Risk a billion-dollar inheritance? Betray the love of your life?
It’s
a random universe. While millions around the globe celebrate the Quicksilver
spaceliner’s impending launch, a handful of our heroes struggle to achieve
their most stellar dreams.
One
of them is a methane heiress desperate for a free ticket. Another is a
newscaster digging for a killer scoop. And another is a veteran astronaut who’s
never been in space.
There
are more—tween twins attempt a secret mission, a star is almost born—and
everyone is trying to get to the launch before the Quicksilver, you know,
launches.
A
lot can happen in a random universe. Do-gooders become saboteurs, cowards
muster courage, and loners find love. Who will crash and who will soar? The
clock is counting down to one moment that will change everything: Lift-Off!
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EXCERPT
The
pipe fly–no, she should address him with respect. After all, he was doing so
with her. Waste Reclamation Worker Starski, then, was a lean five and a half
feet. Wavy brown hair stuck out from his hood, his eyes were light grey-blue,
and his lips were perfectly-formed…rose-tinted…magnetic, smooth, soft,
luscious looking–
“Everything
okay?” Starski asked. “Besides waking up here, that is.”
Estelle
blinked, extra long. She had been staring at his lips. What was wrong with her?
Had he noticed? She took another gander, to prove to her eyes that his lips
were nothing special. They were simply divine…glistening as if painted with
drops of Jupiter–
Stop
that. What was happening? Could the drug her kidnapper used have killed off
hundreds, or thousands of brain cells? She stepped back. Dizziness and nausea
sloshed through her. She clutched at his arm for support. “Sorry. I’m not
usually swoony.”
“You
probably need some food and–”
A
red light above the door starting flashing.
He
checked his watch. “Right on time. They’ll take you someplace worse. Come on!”
He trotted to the mess of pipes.
Estelle
pointed at the door, “Isn’t that the only exit?”
“Yep,
and it’s goon-saturated,” he said. “We go along these pipes. You’ll be safe.
Nobody knows the tunnels down here in the guts of the building, except us.
That’s why you call us pipe flies.”
Estelle’s
cheeks flushed. “You know that?”
No
response. She could answer her own question. The light above the door stopped
flashing. “We need to go now,” he said. “Trust me.”
Estelle had learned long ago that trust was suicide, but
this wasn’t exactly the corp world, and at the moment she didn’t have much
choice. “Let’s go,” she said.
AUTHOR BIO
Little is known about reclusive writer Fiona Lehn, but legends abound. Some claim she emerged from her mother’s womb singing “We Are the Champions”, a half-written story clenched in her angry fists.
Many believe she is serving life without parole for leading an Ottawa sit-in demanding that cloudberries be made one of the four food groups. Others tell that Lehn daily frolics with Sasquatch in glacier-fed slipstreams. Still more assert that Lehn will only answer to “Hermit FiFi” and wields a bedazzled staff like a weapon, fending off house-size mosquitoes and meteorites with a single blow.
All
we really know is this: Lehn lives in Canada and has ME/CFS. She creates
stories and songs and lovingly serves a Feline in perpetuity. Visit her at https://www.facebook.com/FiFiHermitage/
