Ripley Tremont has been missing since April of 2016.
There’s been talk about kidnapping, murder, and a possible cover-up. The most often circulated rumors are the wild claims of alien abduction. Although she did not leave home of her own volition, looking for her would be a waste of time…and…she won’t be coming back.
Ripley Tremont is alive and well, and living in the year 2416.
Targeted Age Group:: YA and up
What Inspired You to Write Your Book?
I have always been interested in time travel, and one day while in the shower, I imagined opening up the curtain to another dimention in time and space. And that is the beginning of this novel.
How Did You Come up With Your Characters?
My main female character, Ripley, is a strong-willed, independent, brave woman. She is the prototype of someone I would love to be friends with. She meets a set of brothers who are completely opposite to one another, but are both loveable in their own ways. One of them has an uncanny resemblance to Jeffrey Dean Morgan…which Ripley finds quite appealing.
The day had started out normal enough. Make the bed, brush my teeth, and hop in the shower. The water was the perfect temperature, the soap silky, and the shampoo fragrant – gardenia and vanilla. Lather, rinse, repeat. But hurry. I was excited to get my day going; I’d come up with an awesome idea for my next novel and couldn’t wait to start writing. Not being one of those organized writers, more a seat of your pants type – and with nothing but a vague idea, writing is the only way to find out where the story might go.
There came a hollow silence when I turned off the hissing water, reached through the slit in the shiny-wet shower curtain, and grabbed my fluffy-soft towel. Engulfed in the sweet scent of lavender while drying my face with the giant blue terry cloth, I had to chuckle at myself. Yes, my overly observant psyche was on hyper-drive. The very moment that thought crossed my mind, a low-pitched sound rumbled, the curtain whooshed inwards grabbing around my legs like wayward sticky wallpaper, and a draft of cold air settled all around me.
I shook my limbs free, finished drying off, and wrapped myself in the towel. With all my attention still focused on my newest story idea, I had barely acknowledged the odd noise. So absorbed in fact, upon yanking the curtain open, all brain function ceased and I couldn’t form one coherent thought for several moments while surveying the illogical sight before me.
My entire bathroom was gone!
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