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Here’s my YA Sci-Fi/Thriller
THE GENIE PROJECT
Until now Ginny Carrera believed she was a normal teenage girl with concerns about zits, boys, and trig, although, not necessarily in that order. Then she discovers her life is a lie. Her parents are not her parents, scientists designed her, and a U.S. senator has her on his agenda.
In the space of a week, she finds herself fleeing a past she didn’t know existed. Worse than discovering she’s a genetic freak, is being chased by government factions who want the ‘proof’ of the program, the genies, to disappear. Senator Emerson wants to sell her valuable DNA – whole or in parts – to the highest bidder. Designed to survive a nuclear war, she is the most valuable of the genies. With the help of lifelong friends, Toad and Mayo, she sets out to bring down the senator and his crew of human engineers.
Can Ginny stay alive long enough to blow the lid off the biggest scientific scandal of the century? THE GENIE PROJECT is 67,000 words.
The overhead light flared on. Ginny grumbled as she opened one eye, and the green numbers on the alarm clock glared at her. 12:01. “It’s the middle of the freakin’ night.”
“Get up. It’s time,” Dad said, his eyes wide, his lips thinned. “We told you it’d be this way.” He punched the code opening the panic room at the back of her closet. He installed it last month while spouting a detailed explanation involving as much intrigue as a political thriller.
After the tenth kidnapping, parents all over town took extreme measures, but panic rooms? Get real. She thought her parents were overreacting.
She stumbled on Grace, her stuffed pig – a gift from friend, Toad. “Where’s Mom?”
The door silenced any response, if there was one. A sharp clank followed the sucking of the vacuum seal, and she found herself imprisoned by iron walls, cold and unwelcoming. A steel door threw back her distorted reflection. The pads of her bare feet froze against the concrete floor. Scrubbing her eyes to clear her vision, she groaned when she realized her fluffy white robe lay on the floor beside her bed.
On the other side of that door.
I’m so totally screwed.