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Odyssey Bourne Force

Author: Deb Renner never really thought about writing, until lightning struck one humid evening in November 2005. She has scores of unfinished manuscripts of novels, short stories, poems and lyrics stashed away in cyberspace, ready to one day face a brave new world. Until turning forty, Kate Willard’s life was predictable, organised and lonely. Then, unexplainable visions and dreams threaten her sanity. Believing she is going crazy, she desperately searches for answers. Upon the discovery of a bloodstone, crude mental powers unlock inside her and lucid dreams guide her to Divisions — an extreme covert organization running a secret project; the Odyssey Bourne Force — so secretive, they deny their existence. Divisions possess an ancient stone portal, allowing for extraterrestrial exploration. Kate reluctantly joins Divisions and falls in love with OBF team member Doctor Peter Reynolds, a brilliant archaeologist who excavated the stone portal in Egypt. Amongst his collection of artefacts is a second, identical bloodstone, which increases her powers. Together, they learn she is a reincarnation of an unknown ancient queen who somehow saved humanity from extermination six thousand years ago. Though this amazing feat resulted in a tragic price. It seems the imperfect reincarnation process has left Kate with harrowing and disjointed memories hiding the vital truth. Everything seems reliant on Kate - but who can Kate rely on?

Debbie Renner · sci-fi
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396 Chs

Chapter 202: Simple Things Part 4

Her damn taunting conscience. She closed her eyes listening to the quickening pace of her heart, painfully aware of Talokta’s close proximity. By all rights she should stand up and walk away, and continue to do so. Be strong…go on woman, you trust him as a good friend. Keep it that way.

She rolled back on her side and picked up her goblet of wine, downing the contents and stated without further thought, “What you said before, about being a substitute. You are too unique to replace anyone in my eyes.”

Touchè Leah.

His eyes discretely roved along her fine, curvaceous body. She had worn those dark pants from Graffa that accentuated her outline and a tight red t–shirt. Once more, it burned in his mind that she could wear rags or fine silks and she would always be so damn desirable.

You’ve tasted the goods, and you survived, next time…

The sexual tension between them was intensifying and magnetizing.