Several years after the Third World War, resources are scarce. The poor are poorer, and the middle class doesn't exist anymore. Teenagers are bought from desperate parents and orphanages, then brought to an island facility where they are to be educated, fed, and clothed as appropriate for their end purpose—soldier or breeder. Marie Rice, is a strong young woman and has gained rank as leader of her battalion of trainees. She was promised a better life on the island, but she is finding that promises were made to be broken. Gunner Lincoln is second-in-command of another battalion of trainees and has a conscience, unlike his commander. In a world turned upside down, with violence growing stronger by the day, Marie and Gunnar know better than to allow anything to happen between them, no matter the attraction, but cannot keep themselves from falling into a forbidden love.
Author
I am known by a few names. At any one time I am known as Mom, Mommy or Mama, depending on which of my three children are wanting me. My husband of 19 years has his own names for me. But the name on my driver's license says Tracey. I work as a cost accountant at a local manufacturing plant. I've been having a love affair with books since I was a teenager. I love to read. Romance novels are my favorite. I read traditional and non-traditional. About 12 years ago, my husband introduced me to NHRA drag racing and I loved it. We try to go as often as possible. Mmmm...the smell of Nitro. I love to bake when I have time. I always thought that I would like to write a book some day. I don't know how many times I've started what I thought would be a fantastic story only to have the story go completely out of my head or just get stuck on how to get from one point to another. This summer a friend of mine posted on Facebook that she was looking for writers to take part in an anthology. I figured I might as well give it a try. The worst that could happen was she would kindly reject it and that would be that. What happened instead was that she liked it. She offered a couple suggestions for changes that would make it better and I was in. Holy Shit! I was in! This brought new motivation and interest in writing. I did it once, I could do it again, right?
