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Nine days after she died, Caitlyn James woke up in a private hospital in Minnesota. This was problematic, because her last memory was of passing out in the back seat of a Miami limo. No hangover, that was something. A miraculous something. She was reasonably certain she and her girlfriends had been mixing Kahlua and tequila. Or had it been tequila and Baileys? They’d been mixing something with chocolate milk...
She sure felt like she could spit cotton, though. Her mouth was as dry as the desert. She reached for the shiny cup beside her bed, but it crumpled in her hand. Dammit! She'd do anything, lay anything, for a glass of water.
Wild, wacky, insane humour – Mary Janice Davidson will leave you snorting with laughter. Suspend belief and dive into her modern day tale where the world is not quite what you know it to be.
Here’s the story: One minute I’m out with my sorority sisters; the next, there’s a terrible accident and I’m waking up in some weird clinic with the Eggheads Du Jour telling me I’m now officially a human cyborg, and I’m supposed to work for them from now on. You know, super spy style - stop people from doing evil things and stuff. Uh, hello, did I ask for this? I’ve got a beauty salon to run. If those bad guys need highlights and a pedicure, call me. Otherwise, I’ll be at the bar.
Okay. So it is cool to move faster than a Ford Mustang when I need to, even if it’s totally hard on my shoes. But I just want to get back to my old, normal life. Except The Boss - that’s his name, I swear - wants me to bring in another human cyborg on the run. And here’s the thing: He’s totally gorgeous. Smart. Funny. And, um, his “enhancements”? Let’s just say he’s not faster than a speeding bullet, if you know what I mean. So what’s a former party girl-turned-spy-cyborg supposed to do? Arrest the hunk? Turn him in? Neutralize him? As if… |
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