QSFer Leona Windwalker has a new MM sci fi book out: “The Bastille Sphere.”
The Bastille Sphere: a penal colony being developed by Harmony Inc. Entry is one way only, with no way out. It’s supposed to be for habitual reoffenders and the worst violent offenders.
River knew there was a chance that he and his brother would fall behind on the loan they took out to cover their mother’s medical bills and funeral. He never expected Harmony to call in the debt under the Debtor’s Prison Act. He certainly wouldn’t have believed that they’d send him to Bastille to become a gladiator’s prize.
Leyland knew just how corrupt Harmony was. Eager to populate their colony, they used the system to grab anyone they thought wouldn’t be missed. If they qualified for gladiator training, it was a bonus, as the broadcast games added to the revenue the colony brought in.
The prize: A fight to the death with the winner gaining his parole. He couldn’t leave Bastille, but would gain a modicrum of freedom, including his own home behind the walls of the Compound outside of the prison grounds, and be gifted with a mate. It was a win/win as far he was concerened. Leyland would either be freed by death at last, or he’d win and gain as normal a life as Bastille offered.
If only it was that easy.
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Excerpt
“What’s going on?” I screamed.
“River,” my brother said miserably as I was pulled back up, my arms now securely fastened behind me. “They’ve called in our marker. Harmony bought our debt. I agreed to indenture my legal services to them in exchange for a reduction in interest and a longer payment period. That was contingent on them being satisfied that we were both in gainful employment and able to have our wages garnished.”
“I didn’t agree to that!” I cried.
“It’s all legal, it was in the new terms sent to us the day they bought our debt. “
“But he offered me a job. I’ll take it, whatever it is.”
“See?” Mr. Wilcox said to the rest of the seated people. “We’ve got him on a recording giving his full agreement.”
My brother broke down then. “Please, don’t send him. Even if you don’t make him fight, those men…” he sobbed.
My blood turned to ice. Send me? To the Sphere? No, they couldn’t mean that! “I didn’t do anything!” I screamed.
“Under the Debt Recovery Act of 2032, we have the right to indenture you to our employment until your debt is paid as well as to choose debtor’s prison,” the woman said, standing up and walking around the table to stand by my other side. “Lucky boy, you get both.”
Author Bio
An Army and DOD Brat come Army veteran, Leona grew up around the world and still loves to travel. She is a longtime staunch supporter of human rights and environmental causes. Her favourite genre to read is M/M fiction and she particularly enjoys science fiction, fantasy, and action/suspense sub-genres–especially if they have a nice seasoning of romance.
She has far too many books on her Kindle, has overloaded her phone with even more and, when not reading, writing, being driven to distraction by her children, or being overlorded by her cats and two Newfoundlands, can be found trying to locate the portal that the sock monster uses to steal socks from her dryer.
That is, when she isn’t off gallivanting around with her caravan, her love by her side.