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Genetically Modified

USA TODAY Bestselling Author Holly S Roberts likes to gloss over her exciting past as a homicide detective and make you think she sits at a computer all day writing. Nothing could be farther from the truth. You’ll find Holly in the mountains on a long hike or at the gym pounding barbells with the boys. She’s a health coach and nutritionist as well as being vegan and proving muscles come from hard work and plant-based foods. When the weather’s too cold for outdoor play, she sneaks into her dark cave and writes until her fingers ache. She’s also followed around by a hundred-pound Rottweiler with anxiety issues and constant need for affection. Each finished chapter gets a dog lick when Holly stays on course. The world was unstable when hellhounds attacked and began annihilating humans. That instability was our undoing. Now the United States has a new government that may be more corrupt then the former one. We only won the first fight because Shadow Warriors came to our rescue. An alien race, hiding among us for centuries, they saved humanity and then humans betrayed them. Now the hellhounds are back and one woman holds the fate of the world on her shoulders. Her name is Marinah. King, leader of the Shadow Warriors, wants humans dead. He doesn’t care that the woman the Federation sent is doing something to his internal beast. Even though killing a woman is not something he wants, as leader, he may have no choice. Enter a world of hellhounds, monsters, and evil as two unlikely people discover that love may hold more answers than war.

Holly S. Roberts · Sci-fi
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113 Chs

Chapter 90: Marinah

There's something about Garret that's off. He's saying all the right things, behaving as a good politician should, but I'm not sure if we can trust him or not. Time will tell. The outpost that was attacked is about twenty-four hours from here if we run the entire way. King doesn't want to waste the time and is having us dropped at the village by parachute.

I've never parachuted in my life. I'm no longer terrified of the thought though. I just need to get the first jump out of the way. I've had exactly two previous lessons, and my confidence is nil.

King yells at me over the plane's engine, "Remember what you learned about untwisting your rigging lines if needed. You'll have plenty of time to set yourself up for landing," We're standing at the open cabin door, and my stomach is in my throat. He adjusts my harness one last time and gives me a quick kiss.