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* Jessica E. Subject is the author of science fiction romance, mostly alien romances, ranging from sweet to super hot. Sometimes she dabbles in paranormal and contemporary as well, bringing to life a wide variety of characters. In her stories, you could not only meet a sexy alien or two, but also clones and androids. You may be transported to a dystopian world where rebels are fighting to live and love, or to another planet for a romantic rendezvous.
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2. “So why is this one out of the lab and in my squadron? Why couldn’t he be trained by someone else, somewhere else?” General Madison smiled, and she had a feeling she wasn’t going to like his answer. “Because he wanted to be trained by the best. You are our best instructor and have turned out our best pilots. Why would we send him anywhere else?”
3. “I know you slugs have all completed basic training, but that was a walk in the park compared to what I’m going to put you through.” The major’s chiseled face revealed a slight grin, mocking them. “When I’m done with you, you’ll wish those bastards at Onatria had smashed your Petri dishes before your cells began to divide.”
4. She had to get him out of the house. He did crazy things to her mind. And when he’d stood so close, all thoughts of her original plans to head to the local pub vaporized. She wanted more. Staring into his ocean-blue eyes reminded her of the nights she would gaze into Daniel’s after they’d made love.
5. “I’m sure there are many secrets at this base. We’re about to make another.”
6. “I’m sure you loved him very much, but it’s been ten years, Mikayla.” He brushed his fingers down her cheek. “You deserve more than a good fuck. You deserve to be happy.”
7. The drawer held only one box of condoms, but a multitude of toys, sexual toys. He’d hit the mother lode.
8. Clones were always given crap jobs as punishment rather than the usual condemnation on his record. But no sentence would make him stop seeing her. He’d clean the dirtiest, shit-stained toilets every day just to spend his nights next to her.
9. She thumped her foot down to gain her balance and raised her forearm. Lunging forward, she slammed him against the door, her arm pressing against his throat. “Don’t you ever touch me.” Releasing her hold, she grabbed the front of his shirt and tossed him outside. “You’re finished, Major.”
10. “Gladys, I’m in love.”
* Dare was created to be the best. As the first Daniel clone to leave Onatria labs, he needs to prove he is more than just a DNA copy. To do that, he must rely on the wife of the man who donated his genes. But when she refuses to train him, Dare faces discharge and returning to the labs. Can he convince Colonel Jones to finish his training and find a way into her bed? Or will long kept secrets unhinge the entire clone project?
* Please note: Made For Her was previously published with another publisher. It has been revised and expanded from the original version. This version also includes the short story, Replicated Consequences, which takes place in the same world.
* “…a brilliant plot twist that was a tear-jerker, and had me physically reeling – I really hadn’t expected it.” - Critique de Book
* “The entire thing was cohesive; the characters, dialogue, and setting were natural and well paced. Very glad I went with my initial instinct I read it…Highly Recommended!” - Books, Books & More Books
* “I loved this twist on the Sci-Fi clone story… This was like a Top Gun story set in the future where cloning is real and space exploration is growing and alien contact is a reality for which the government has been preparing for years.” - Tracy Riva Books & Reviews
* “In 2084, as you know, Earth made first contact with the Rafkels, a peaceful species living on the planet Raf, located twenty light-years from Earth.” She pressed the button to show her spectators an image of the still-foreign planet. “While meeting this species remains years away, their message warned us of other intelligent life forms in our own galaxy.”
* Mikayla rolled her eyes. The actual message had not been a warning, rather a fact, but the government insisted on changing the wording to garner more recruits and support for cloning. “Since then, world governments have combined efforts to develop a spacecraft that will take us faster and farther into space.
* “If you join the military today, you will learn how to fly these vessels and train the clones for future wars. Science fiction has now become our reality.” Yeah, like that would work to recruit people. Who wrote the speech, anyway? Very few, if any, would ever make it to the SFTC, Space Flight Training Center. “It will never be your life on the line, but that of men and women created only for that purpose. Serving your country is no longer about sacrifice, but about honor.”
* She cringed at the bullshit words. People still died all the time. Terrorists, like the ones who’d killed Daniel, still objected to cloning, causing destruction and death. Just last month, a popular off-base nightclub, known to be a military hang-out, had been turned to rubble in a matter of seconds after a suicide bomber with known allegiance to the Al-Tidoa group blew himself up inside the building. Many, both clone and human-born, had died.
* When Mikayla switched the display to the live feed from Onatria’s main lab in Geneva, she sighed at the collective gasp. Robotic arms transferred material between Petri dishes at various stations while other, more complex equipment dissected strands of DNA. Human-born and clones alike wore white lab coats and watched new life grow under their microscopes. And in a glass-walled clean room, casket-like clear chambers held young clones attached to a multitude of tubes. Except for the military and Onatria staff, this was the first time anyone had seen the labs. The government had grown desperate for people to enlist.