Waylaid
Fearless 4
TL Reeve
Genre: Sci fi romance, menage (MMF)
Publisher: All Romance eBooks
Date of Publication: July 1, 2016
ISBN: 978-1-945193-11-8
Word Count: 34800
Cover Artist: Erin Dameron Hill
Book Description:
Trust no one.
Les-Tar Nar is out for revenge. After watching his brother compete and die in the Intergalactic Virtual Reality Games, he’s ready to kick ass and take names—as the humans would say. Armed with his military training, the Venusian doesn’t want or need a team. But, all is not what it seems.
Auven, Cyborg from the planet Kapor 9, is aware of how the game is played and ready to bend it to his will. Anything a human made can be destroyed. So, when he is paired up with a Venusian and a human, he knows his chance of winning grows exponentially. With Les-Tar’s muscle, even a human who has no skills won’t hold them back.
Hacker Lyna Hiat isn’t even interested in the games. As a small time video game de-constructer, she spends her days finding flaws in the systems and improving games—almost lifting the veil of sorts and showing gamers just how inferior their products really are.
When the IGVRG begin, a glitch in the system transfers the game and gamers from the virtual level to reality, leaving them on the run with no true winners or losers. The only way to survive: get off the planet. Where they’ll end up, no one knows. All that’s important right now is survival.
Excerpt:
“Welcome to the
two-hundredth annual Intergalactic Virtual Reality Games.” A melodic dance of
chimes followed the robotic greeting as Les-Tar Nar walked through the doors of
the Earth headquarters for IVRG. The building, more industrial than
professional, sat in the middle of the Mojave Desert. The dry, barren wasteland
spread out as far as the eye could see.
California had
long since became a ghost state, due to insufficient rains, and a culture of
“take, take, take” had seen the state’s natural resources vanish. The idea of a
delicate ecosystem being destroyed by the human condition disturbed Les, if not
disgusted him. The bountiful lakes and rivers of Venus trumped the small oceans
and waterways he’d seen so far on Earth, and a lot of it had to do with
Venusians respecting the world around them. They cultivated the land. Helped to
make it flourish, and didn’t use more than necessary. Most would call him or
his people arrogant; he called them natural born conservationists.
As he stepped
farther into the lobby, beings from different planets signed in at their
designated areas, then scurried about. The cacophony of noise surrounding him
made his ears ring. Vibrant colors and glorious clothing designs dotted the
foyer. To see so many cultures together in one space filled him with a sense of
pride. Content to walk about, Les sized up his competition. In his estimate,
none of the present species compared to him. At one time, he’d been part of the
warrior class of Venusians, sworn to defend his home planet and others until to
his dying breath.
Until 2255.
Five Earth years
ago, his brother left the battlefield and joined the IVRG games, hoping to
showcase the warrior prowess of the Venusian people.
Les watched the
games via the holodeck of his battleship. With each level Kreus passed with his
team, Les knew they were one step closer to winning. But, as the game opened on
the very last day, and the instructions were given, a large explosion ripped
through the playing field.
In the
beginning, he thought what they were seeing had been part of the level—even
with the guttural screams of those who were injured. Yet, it took seeing his
brother being struck by a projectile—blue blood pouring from his chest—to
realize it wasn’t part of the level, and something terrible had happened.
The minute Kreus
hit the ground, Les knew he had to avenge his brother’s death. None of the
competitors were supposed to die. In fact, new rules were put into place after
the 2060 games to prevent such from happening.
A year after
those first fateful games, an initial investigation had begun. By 2062, a
trickle of arrests were made. However, it did nothing to bring back those who
were killed. The transcripts from the Intergalactic Judicial Committee showed a
diabolical plan to systematically kill anyone who might have a penchant to
overthrow any of the galactic governments.
Instead of
cultivating the gamers’ skills and intelligence, they sought to destroy it.
Unfortunately, their scheme had been cut short when those players’ family
members became increasingly suspicious when communication with the winners had
been shut off. When the trials were over, a mass grave had been found on an
uninhabited planet. Nothing, due to the soil content and instability of the
atmosphere, could be retrieved. Each family, including his, were given a small
vile of sand, kept in a hermetically sealed container. One they were instructed
to never open.
“Welcome,
Les-Tar Nar.” A small Kreotien stood before him. The adolescent female gazed up
at him with bright iridescent eyes. She blinked, the thin inner membrane,
almost like an Earth bird’s, closed first then the outer lid. Her purple and
blue hair had been cut into a short bob, and she wore a shimmery silk
multicolored dress. “Have you signed in yet?”
Contestants upon
arrival on Earth had a small dermal translator patch placed behind their ear,
translating each language into one primary form, English. It made communication
easier with one universal language, but it didn’t mean it was easy to master.
“Not yet,” he answered, “I arrived a half hour ago.”
“Then I shall
assist you. My name is Ka’lecka Nor. This way,” she said, motioning him to
follow.
About the Author:
TL Reeve, a multi-published author with Cobblestone Press, Decadent Publishing, Evernight Publishing, and Loose-Id, was born out of a love of family and a bond that became unbreakable. Living in Alabama, TL misses Los Angeles, and will one-day return to the beaches of Southern California to ride the waves at Huntington Beach. When not writing something hot and sexy, TL can be found curled up with a good book, or working on homework with a cute little pixie.
For more information on other books by TL, visit: www.tlreeves.com
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