Monday, October 15, 2012

America II by Linda Rondeau

About her book:
Following unprecedented climatic changes, resultant pestilence and war brought the world into chaos. Eventually, each nation surrendered its sovereignty to form a global democracy, initially known as The Accord. However, the democratic government proved too weak and was soon replaced by a faux democratic rule.

The year is 2073, and current governor of Western America Province, Edwin Rowlands, is poised to become the Constitutional Government’s second president. Many fear that the sweeping reforms found in his proposed Preservation Act will set him up as a dictator. If enacted, defection both past and present would become a crime punishable by death, thus bringing all outlands into crushing subjection.

While most believe reform is critical, factions disagree on how to prevent the Preservation Act from becoming law. Ahmed Farid, second President, believes reform can be managed within the existing government. Leader of the Revolutionary Army, Jimmy Kinnear, trusts only in military intervention. However, Jacob Goodayle, Chairman of Western America’s illegal outland government, favors separatism.

As tensions rise, civil war seems imminent. Who will be the voice of reason in a world on the verge of a third dark age?






Read an excerpt about America II:

Chapter One
Sector Four/New Edinburgh Bridget
 
Cavanaugh sniffed the air like a deer before the fatal shot. Plasma bursts shred the door to splinters, and armed militia stormed the domicile, their faces hidden behind visor-hinged helmets—Interprovincial Equalization Authority. Someone had tipped them off.

“IEA! On the floor. Now!”

In a reckless move to protect, Ian darted in front of her. A white stream ripped the air; he fell to the floor, blood oozing from his side. If only she’d told him about the baby…maybe he’d have been more cautious.

The female officer pointed her weapon chest high. “Don’t move. Officer Perez, check your target’s pulse. If he’s not dead, neutralize him.”

Bridget walled her tears behind a fa├žade of calm, relying upon her former IEA tour of duty—useful knowledge that would help her formulate an escape, however slim their chances. Officer Perez placed a large thumb on Ian’s wrist then pricked his neck with a hypo.

A slight moan, then Ian’s body stilled. The drug infusion would slow the bleeding and ease his pain, but he’d be of no help to Bridget.

Though well trained in raid management, her heart pounded from uncertainty. Pushing fear aside, she refocused her thoughts on the two officers for details to exploit. Only one button presented over Perez’s globe insignia, a common rank, whereas the female officer’s uniform showed two, a team leader. The woman trained a P-74 at her targets. She cocked her head toward the table. “Perez, over there.”

Perez swept the pile of documents to the floor then squeezed one short plasma burst.

Bridget scanned the female officer’s height, two inches taller than her partner. The voice seemed throaty – almost masculine—in sharp contrast to her curvaceous figure, the walk, distinctive, a lioness about to pounce, her whole manner familiar. Angelina Bartelli, Bridget’s former partner.

Perez swung in Bridget’s direction, speaking to his superior. “Want me to neutralize her, too?” Angelina lifted her visor, confirming her identity. Her hot breath puffed against Bridget’s ear. “What would you do, Bridget?”

Say nothing. A larger fear consumed her—Da might be implicated, his position shaky. A scandal would topple him for sure.

“Come now, Bridget. You were never one to keep silent.”

“You would like any excuse to terminate the both of us.”

Angelina pursed taut lips into a sneer. “So, you do recognize who I am?”

 “You fired at a citizen without a warning. Typical.”

“Careful, Bridget, or I might let Perez have at you. His playmate meme had to be sent back to the factory.” Angelina blew Perez a kiss. “Can’t you see how lonely he is?”

Instilling fear into a target—an IEA tactic Bridget would not fall for. “Not even you would let an officer rape a citizen.”

“If forced to terminate you, I don’t care how he mutilates your dead body.”

“I have not resisted.”

“Perez, didn’t you see this target pull a blade when I shot McCormick?” Perez lifted his visor and snapped his head in her direction. “Say, the word, Bartelli.”

“I suppose we’d better not damage the goods. Governor Cavanaugh would be outraged.”

“What?”

“Don’t you recognize our governor’s daughter?” He holstered his weapon. “Now you tell me.”

Angelina patted Ian’s cheek. “As for our immobilized friend here, the governor would probably look the other way if we finished him off.”

Bridget’s calm ebbed. “You’re lying. Da’s a good man.”

“Good man or not, I have a warrant signed by Governor Cavanaugh to arrest the both of you on charges of conspiracy.”

Not Da. He’d never put his daughter in this kind of jeopardy. Either the warrant was forged or Da had been forced to act.

Angelina placed her foot under Ian’s arm. “Perez, help me raise this lump so I can begin the arrest protocols.”

Bridget remembered the routine. She also remembered the impulsive rookie assigned to Bridget’s team, hopefully, as hot headed now as she was then.

Bridget hazarded a puny laugh. “Go on. Terminate us. The Reformation won’t be stopped by our deaths. Bring us down, and more will rise up to take our place. Jimmy Kinnear said the same thing the day he defected.”

As if scripted, Angelina drew an open hand across Bridget’s cheek. “Enough!”

Bridget positioned her body so the next slap would be in full view of the scanner. “So, you still pine for Jimmy?”

Angelina’s face turned crimson, and she struck Bridget’s jaw with the blunt end of the P-74. The next blow might prove fatal. Although hot tempered, Angelina was a dedicated officer. She’d only accept a bribe to save her career.

Angelina holstered her weapon and retrieved a micro from her pouch, clicked on her security codes and EVE, the Mainframe’s external virtual educator projected. “Officer Bartelli. How may I help you?”

“ADAM. Arrest Protocols.”

Perez leaned Ian against the wall.

EVE minimized and the visor-helmeted icon, the Annotated Device for Access to the Mainframe, the IEA security channel, maximized, droning detainment protocols.

Angelina shouted over the projection’s ramblings. “You could have been the Highland Chief if you’d stayed with the IEA, Bridget. Instead, you threw it all away for this lump of a man.”

Ian slumped with a loud moan. Perez jabbed his target in the stomach. “Stay awake, you fool.”

Angelina squared her shoulders while ADAM continued, citing article subsections and legal statutes. “Ian McCormick, you have been found guilty of conspiracy and treason against the Constitutional Government…”

While ADAM spieled, Bridget mentally reviewed the escape plan, assuming Angelina’s next misconduct wasn’t a P-74 blast to the chest. Death, itself, not a thing Bridget feared—her life in The Maker’s hands. Together she and Ian had smuggled hundreds of artifacts: the Dutch Masters, a few Rembrandts, sculptures, and literature, including the philosophical works of great men like Plato, Homer, and even the Reformist of old, John Locke, works now safely buried in the Sierra vaults, guarded by the Treasure Keepers. If the arrest caused their deaths, their sacrifice would not be in vain.

Angelina minimized ADAM. “Ian McCormick, do you understand these charges?”

The icon had declared Ian to be a traitor, condemned with no trial, the right of every citizen, except in cases of treason. No matter how he answered, Ian would be sent to prison and promptly executed. He chose discreet silence.

Obscenities flowed with Angelina’s escalated rage. Bridget recalled the tactic, to incite rather than subdue targets, an excuse to terminate on the spot—processing a dead target required much less paperwork.

Angelina lifted Ian’s chin with the tip of her P-74. “I asked you, if you understood the charges against you?”

Ian shot Bridget a smile, his acknowledgement of Bridget’s plan then met Angelina’s sneer with one of his own. In full view of the scanner, she hit Ian on the back of the head with her P-74.

Regaining only partial composure, she resumed the arrest protocols. “Well, Mr. McCormick, it doesn’t matter if you indicate or not. Carlos…I mean Officer Perez…will verify.”

Angelina turned toward Bridget and re-sequenced ADAM, now spitting out Bridget’s arrest. “Bridget Cavanaugh, you have been found guilty of conspiracy—”

“The name is Bridget McCormick.”

Angelina snorted. “Doesn’t change anything.”

Bridget muttered the arrest protocols in sync with ADAM.

When finished, Angelina screamed into Bridget’s ear, “Do you understand these charges?”

Bridget fell silent.

“Doesn’t matter. Your guilt has already been established.” Angelina put her thumbprint on the manifests. “Done.” She stuffed the micro into her satchel and repositioned her P-74. “Perez, wipe up the blood, remove the scanner and let’s take these two to booking so we can log out for the night.” She winked. “Maybe find more enjoyable things to do.”

Bridget stole a quick, deep breath. “Not so fast, Carlos. Haven’t you forgotten something, Angelina?”

“Do you think I’m incompetent?”

Bridget turned a welted face directly into the scanner. “It’s all on record—shooting an unarmed target, the physical abuse, your temper tantrums…and our wee chat about Jimmy Kinnear.”

“I don’t—”

Perez glanced toward the scanners. “She’s right. You crossed the line, Bartelli. These two aren’t worth losing our careers over. Let’s blast the scanner and say they escaped.”






Winner of the 2012 Selah Award for best first novel (The Other Side of Darkness/Harbourlight), LINDA RONDEAU, writes for the reader who enjoys a little bit of everything. Her stories of redemption and God’s mercies include romance, suspense, the ethereal, and a little bit of history into the mix, always served with a slice of humor. Walk with her unforgettable characters as they journey paths not unlike our own.

After a long career in human services, mother of three and wife of one very patient man, Linda now resides in Florida where she is active in her church and community. Readers may visit her web site at
www.lindarondeau.com.

Her second book, written under L.W. Rondeau, America II: The Reformation, Trestle Press, the first in a dystopian trilogy, is a futuristic political now available in ebook on
Amazon.com and Barnes and Noble. Print edition will be available September 7.

She is also contracted with Trestle Press for a prequel to her America II trilogy called The Rising. This will appear in serial form. Volume One will be released soon.

An Adirondack romance will be released in October by Lighthouse of the Carolinas in time for the Christmas season and is called, It Really Is a Wonderful life.



Keep in contact with Linda here: 

Website:
http://www.lindarondeau.com

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Geezer Guys and Gals

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This Daily Grind:
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Linda is giving away a copy of America II. The giveaway is only available to U.S. addresses.  To be entered in the book giveaway, leave a comment along with your email address. You can enter the book giveaway twice--once on each spotlight post.








Happy Reading!
Caroline Brown

2 comments:

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