At night, the other Shari
emerges. With a glass of wine by side, I curl up on the couch with
my computer nestled in my lap and let my imagination play until stories take
shape. I also periodically check on my teen-ager, hiding out in the
bedroom. Once I’ve reassured myself she’s not plotting world domination, I pull
out my alter ego, who definitely is. As my alter ego, I save cities in
a cape and spangled tights, wander space and time on a surfboard, fly over the
Himalayas on feathered wings, make six-toed footprints in indigo talc snow on
the sixth planet in the Andromeda galaxy or eavesdrop on Olympian gods while
pretending to whip up a bowl of ambrosia.
In
all these wondrous worlds, romance and passion blossom. I can't resist a happy
ending. And I am particularly prone to writing happy endings for those who have
given up on ever getting one.
Character
Interview
Beverley: What’s your name?
Marisol: My name Marisol
Martinez.
Beverley: Where did you grow up?
Marisol: I grew up on the planet
Nordika, one of the first planets colonized by Terrans after the great
environmental devastation that destroyed most of Earth. Nordika follows an
elliptical orbit so its winters are particularly long and cold. We have a
tundra-like terrain with clusters of mountains that are impassable during that
season. Nordika’s economy relies on mining crystal dust which powers the grid.
Beverley: During what time
period does your story take place?
Marisol: We are over three
hundred years in the future. It’s the
Terran year 2357.
Beverley: What’s your story/back
story? Why would someone come up with a story about you?
Marisol: I am hacker by trade, a
master of the intergalactic grid—the so-called internet on your earth
today. The grid connects all the planets
in the Terran-Magaran Coalition. Once, I was engaged to the most wonderful man.
Aren, my fiancée, led a mining team but at heart, he was an artist, a truely
creative and gentle soul. Twelve years
ago, the mining shaft collapsed, killing him and so many others. Although never
proved, sabotage was suspected. We have a small population, so the loss
devastated the planet. Two weeks after his death, I learned I was pregnant with
his child, which became my lifeline. From that moment on, I centered my life on
revenging his death. I joined a clandestine rebel faction who believed the
coalition government and the corporations that funded it were corrupt and were
behind the mining accident as well as many other accidents on many other
planets. We didn’t know why, but that was one of the things we were working to
find out.
Beverley: What’s your goal in
this story?
Marisol: When the story begins,
my only goal is revenge and justice for Aren and the other Nordikans who lost
their lives. When Aren arrives on Nordika as a cyborg soldier twelve years
later with no memories of his past life, my goal switches to finding a way to
restore his memory.
Blurb
for The Scent of Memory
Twelve years ago, Marisol lost Aren. Now he’s back – pointing
a gun at her head and treating her like a stranger.
Rebel hacker, Marisol Martinez, never thought
volunteering to keep the hospital safe from cyborgs would lead her back to the
man sabotage ripped from her arms. The man she swore to avenge by any means
possible.
For over a decade, Cap protected the cyborgs
under his command from every danger. Until he meets an insurgent, whose scent
wreaks havoc on his control. She calls him Aren and insists she knows him. But
she’s wrong. He has no past, no present, no future – only orders he’s
programmed to complete.
Forced together, Marisol and Cap can’t resist
the passion that keeps building between them.
With time running out, Marisol must use her computer skills to restore
Aren’s memories or Cap will kill all subversives on the planet – starting with
her.
Excerpt from The Scent of Memory
“I’ll take you there,” Marisol volunteered. “Follow
me.” She rushed out of the room. He was by her side in seconds.
“Explain your interest in me.” He turned off his
scent sensors to prevent himself from being sucked into the pungent turbulence
of emotions spilling out in her aroma.
“We were to be married.” The gentle emotion vibrating
in her voice stroked his remaining flesh like a caress. He shook it off. It was
dangerous.
“Was it arranged?”
“No, we chose each other. We were living together
when you were killed—abducted—after a mining accident.”
“We were intimate?” Heat roared through him. He shut
it down reluctantly. He was starting to like the way he felt around her.
“You have no memories of me? Of us?” She blinked
rapidly as though to force back tears threatening to spill.
He
shook his head. “Cybercorp wipes our long-term memories. Periodically, a memory
fragment may surface, but our systems are programmed to shut down if that
occurs. If a cyborg suffers from too many of these recalls, he is
decommissioned.”
“That’s brutal.”
“We’re brutal. You’d be wise to
remember that.”
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