Oppose

By Viola Grace

Jill leaves Earth with a focus on starting a life where her genetic background was determined by her DNA and not her appearance. After allowing implants in her skull, she makes her way to the Great Archive of the Alliance and is installed as one of their archivists.

Looking through ancient contracts on request fills her day until the moment a pregnant woman comes through the door and everything changes.

Rimash is Jill’s escort and bodyguard, protecting her against those who would capture and profit from the information of the Archive. When the client places a burden on them that neither expected, Rimash steps in to protect the archivist against those who would part her from her new phase in life.

• Language: English
• Publisher: eXtasy Books Inc
• Release date: Aug 15, 2015
• ISBN: 9781487403829

Viola Grace

Viola Grace (aka Zenina Masters) is a Canadian sci-fi/paranormal romance writer with ambitions to keep writing for the rest of her life. She specializes in short stories because the thrill of discovery, of all those firsts, is what keeps her writing.An artist who enjoys a story that catches you up, whirls you around and sets you down with a smile on your face is all she endeavours to be. She prefers to leave the drama to those who are better suited to it, she always goes for the cheap laugh.

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Altered to search contracts, Jill is set on a path that takes her through alien politics and into the arms of a dragon.

Jill leaves Earth with a focus on starting a life where her genetic background was determined by her DNA and not her appearance. After allowing implants in her skull, she makes her way to the Great Archive of the Alliance and is installed as one of their archivists.

Looking through ancient contracts on request fills her days until the moment a pregnant woman comes through the door and everything changes.

Rimash is Jill’s escort and bodyguard, protecting her against those who would capture and profit from the information of the Archive. When the client places a burden on them that neither expected, Rimash steps in to protect the archivist against those who would part her from her new phase in life.

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Oppose

Copyright © 2015 Viola Grace

ISBN: 978-1-4874-0382-9

Cover art by Martine Jardin

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Oppose

Terran Times Second Wave

By

Viola Grace

Chapter One

Jill flipped her covers back and got out of bed. Before the sheets were cold, she had made the bed and done a full recon on the room to determine if she had left anything behind. She hadn’t.

Ten minutes later, she closed the door to her apartment for the last time.

She called her parents from the car. Well, I am nearly there.

Her father’s voice was strong, Don’t forget to drive the alternate route.

Yes, Dad. She flexed her hand with the cast on it. I am driving a different car as well. No one knows I am here.

Automatic?

Of course.

Good girl. We love you and wish you all the best.

Jill smiled as her parents spoke that last part in unison. All right. I am on my way. Love you, too.

She hung up her cell phone and turned the tracking off before shutting it down. One attempt on her life was enough for her lifetime. She wasn’t going to let them track her this time.

Jill had checked her car for explosives and made her face at the fact that it had become a habit.

She backed out of her spot and headed for the street. Once she made it to the highway, she would be in the clear.

She drove out of the parking garage and saw the vehicle that was tailing her. This was what she had been studying for. Her joining the Volunteers was a matter of some debate. A number of citizens were determined to keep her from leaving as a representative of Earth.

She was a third-generation citizen, and while her country and city were willing to accept her taxes, the good people in her neighbourhood were determined that she not represent them. They were so determined that they had tried to blow her car up, but her mother had thrown the timing off when the cat escaped. The cat had come running for Jillema, and she had left her car, scooping it up to return it to her waiting parent. She kicked the car door shut and took three steps toward her mom’s house when the car exploded.

Her position in front of the car had saved her, but her arm had been broken in three places. The explosion had made the news, and it was assumed that she would be unable to fly because of her injury. Two days later, she was behind the wheel and heading for the launch site.

The recruiter had offered to drive her to the launch site himself, but she had refused. Her grandparents had fought their way out of a war-torn area, her parents had fought prejudice with humour and gentleness, and she was going to emigrate once again, fighting for a new start. She had intelligence and the support of folk who had adapted to their new country and ignored the rejection that cropped up with the flickers of those who wanted to keep others in a separate social standing instead of melting in.

Jill was going to change the way the bigots thought of her family, but first, she had to lose the truck following her.

She had looked into defensive and aggressive driving while she was in the hospital. She slowed down as a light became yellow and then gunned it, racing through the freshly red light.

When the truck behind her ran the red, nearly colliding with cross-traffic, she had confirmation that she wasn’t crazy. She was being hunted.

Her vehicle was a new old car, nearly as old as she was. Her family had located it for her, and she had paid