Blog Tour: Quantum (Atrophy #2) by Jess Anastasi

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Today is my stop during the blog tour for Quantum (Atrophy #2) by Jess Anastasi. There’s an excerpt of the book in today’s post and I hope you enjoy getting a glimpse of this story!

Quantum-500Title: Quantum
Author: Jess Anastasi
Series: Atrophy #2
Genres: Science Fiction Romance

Someone wants Captain Admiral Zander Graydon dead. Like yesterday. Zanderโ€™s convinced his attractive assistant knows more than sheโ€™s willing to say, and if he can stop running long enough, heโ€™ll find out exactly what sheโ€™s hiding. Lieutenant Marshal Mae Petros is determined to keep her CO safe. Before she tips her hand, however, Mae has to figure out if the alluring man sheโ€™s protecting is the real Captain Admiral Graydon. Or an alien shape-shifting imposter.

On the run and no one to trustโ€ฆnot even each other.

Captain Admiral Zander Graydon has seen a lot of action, but almost getting killed three times in one day is pushing it. Only the company of his new assistant, Lieutenant Marshal Mae Petros, makes things a little easier to swallow. Except the delectable Lieutenant Marshal Petros is hiding a number of secrets, and her presence might have something to do with the continued attempts on his life.

Itโ€™s no accident Lieutenant Marshal Mae Petros finds herself in the firing line alongside the charming but very off-limits Captain Admiral Graydon. Sheโ€™s taken the job as the admiralโ€™s assistant to determine if a shape-shifting alien has killed the CO and assumed his form. Whether the admiral is human or not, Mae finds herself getting way too close to him as they run for their lives.

Military to the core, Mae and Zander will have to overcome their suspicions of each other to work together, when they realize the fate of the entire universe is at stake.

โ€œTake her back down.โ€ Sweat crept along his hairline, and he took a second to wipe at the gathering drips.
โ€œNavs arenโ€™t responding.โ€ Apart from her words coming fast, Petrosโ€™s tone sounded mostly calm. Good, because he needed her to keep her head if they were going to get off this shuttle alive. The whole vessel was shaking hard enough now that anything not bolted down skittered across the grate floor. The groan of stressed metal was audible under the shrill chime of the emergency sirens.
He abandoned the shielding as a lost cause. The only play they had left was to disconnect the autopilot, which was taking them higher into the ether. Another few moments before they left the stratosphere altogether. Without the shielding, the craft would burn and implode almost in the same instant.
His breath came too short, chest too tight as the same error message kept blinking at him, telling him autopilot could not be disengaged. Frecking christ, the higher they got, the harder it would be coming down. And he had no doubt they were going down. Whether or not they got destroyed in the planetโ€™s atmosphere before they crashed was still up for contention.
Swiveling the chair away from the all-but-useless control panel, he ducked down and pulled a section off the bottom of the console.
โ€œWhat are you doing?โ€ Petros demanded as he wrenched out a whole bunch of wiring.
โ€œManually disengaging autopilot. Until thatโ€™s off-line, weโ€™ve got no hope of doing anything.โ€ He skipped through several wires until he found the one he needed and yanked it clean out of the micro-crystal panel.
A new warning siren joined the dozen others already wailing, and the ship dropped sharply to the right, on the verge of going into an uncontrolled spiral. Zanderโ€™s stomach flipped up into his chest, and he grabbed hold of the chairโ€™s armrest.
Petros pulled the physical flight control from out of its recess and jerked them to the left to counteract the shipโ€™s listing. The angle of their hard decent lessened, but they were still going down on a bad, barely-in-control trajectory. Her face twisted into a grimace as she fought for control of the vessel, yet the shuttle hardly responded. They were beyond hope. There was only one way this crisis was going to end.
He tightened his harness and glanced over his shoulder to where his three crew were holding onto their seats in much the same way he had been. โ€œWeโ€™re going down and itโ€™s not going to be a soft landing. Brace for impact.โ€

About the Author:
Jess has been making up stories ever since she can remember. Though her messy handwriting made it hard for anyone else to read them, she wasnโ€™t deterred and now she gets to make up stories for a living. She loves loud music, a good book on a rainy day, and probably spends too much time watching too many TV shows. Jess lives in regional Victoria, Australia, with her very supportive husband, three daughters, two hyper-active border collie dogs, and one cat who thinks heโ€™s one of the kids.


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