Phoenix was becoming a pressure cooker nearing bursting open, as the sequestered group of savant scientists and soldiers in the glass-domed pods in Antarctica were buzzing with sexual tension.
Brad McCormick figured since the limbic system associated with sexual desire is linked to libido and the part of the brain responsible for higher-level functions, like planning and thinking, he had a problem he couldn’t solve without his leadership team. To put it more explicitly, the men were extremely sexually eager.
Unbeknownst to the threat of external forces, the new Phoenician code of conduct, their scientific discoveries of new technologies and DNA manipulations hold the key to human survival—a blueprint for a new world, where the old divisions and conflicts become nothing more than relics of the past.
This is a low-action, high-science-fiction fantasy story with bouts of silliness, steamy M/M romances, a wedding, and a "Quik-Fix Hall.”
“I found it surprisingly beautiful. In a brutal, horribly uncomfortable sort of way.” ―Tyrion Lannister to Janos Slynt.
I am a Canadian speculative fiction author, writing in the genres of science fiction, fantasy, and paranormal. My writing explores who we are, where we come from, and where we are going as a human race on Earth. I enjoy weaving and exploring questions and subjects about our history and origin by creating new, exciting worlds and characters. My stories are unpredictable, twisted with a dash of humor, and centered on gay characters. You will question your existence among these worlds and wish you could escape to these places filled with foul-mouthed heroes who struggle and strive to save humankind. * * * I hope you’ve discovered something that excites and intrigues you. Please share your thoughts by leaving a review or visiting www.kashelchar.com to contact me or learn about my latest works.
Had me squealing and kicking my feet like a schoolboy. Such a good read to get me out of my reading slump. Just enough sci-fi and world building to keep me intrigued and lots of spice to scratch my short-form ‘brainrotted’ mind.