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About the author:
Chris Stevenson , originally born and raised on the beaches of southern California, moved to Sylvania, Alabama in 2009 and settled in with his twin sister. His occupations have included newspaper reporter, front-line mechanic and federal police officer. He has been writing off and on for 36 years, having officially published books beginning in 1988. Today he writes science fiction, fantasy, paranormal romance, young adult, adult thrillers and horror. He has a total of 10 titles appearing on Amazon. He was a finalist in the L. Ron. Hubbard Writers of the Future contest, and just recently took the first place grand prize in a YA novel writing contest for The Girl They Sold to the Moon. He writes the popular blog, Guerrilla Warfare for Writers (special weapons and tactics), hoping to inform and educate writers all over the world about the high points and pitfalls of publishing
What inspired you to write your book?
I wanted to invent a company that handled trash collecting in space. Only I went a bit further and had them mining precious minerals and ores. I also wanted to crash-land them and strand them on a very hostile planet. I wanted three romances going at the same time between the crew.
Here is a short sample from the book:
Zaz took a seat next to Samantha at the nav console, looked at the central view monitor, where she had brought up the system’s array—hydrogen fuel, deck pressure and temperature, repulser coils, generator output and nuclear pod status. As far as he was concerned, if one data point was off in preparation for a bang pod jump, he’d insist on postponing the return flight until they performed a complete debug and fixed the culprit system. It was the reason he never held the optimism the others did when contemplating a return trip, or any trip. One minor system failure always seemed to create a domino effect, with several minor system failures snowballing into a major catastrophic event. It was always the little things that crept up to bite you in the ass when you least expected it.