Reviving Emily
Project DEEP Book 1
By Becca Jameson
Genre: Military SciFi Romance
Blurb
It’s been ten years...
For Ryan it’s been the longest ten years of his life.
For Emily it’s been days.
He spent those ten years developing a cure for the virus she contracted.
She spent those ten years in a cryostat, her life suspended.
She’s not the only one to be reanimated, but she is the first.
The media is surrounding the compound.
The religious zealots are picketing.
But people have lives to live, and somehow they have to move forward.
Ryan still has work to do. People to revive. A disease to cure.
Emily has a blank slate. She can go anywhere. Do anything.
She can’t stay in the bunker. It casts a pall over everyone.
Now is not the time for distractions.
Now is not the time to fall in love.
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Excerpt
Ryan stared at his patient without moving. He’d done so a lot lately. Nearly every waking hour. He couldn’t bring himself to leave her side. He told himself it was because she was the most interesting research subject of his career, but he knew he was partially lying.
She was stunning. Even in a hospital bed with no real shower for ten years, limp hair, and pale features, she was gorgeous. Her smile lit up a room. It was irrational for him to be attracted to her, but if he were honest, he’d already held a torch for her from years of studying her research notes. He understood how her brain worked—so much like his it had always sparked an interest. Seeing her… It was like meeting someone he’d known online for years.
He probably needed more sleep. And perhaps he should have taken more time to date in the last decade. It had never seemed as important as his research, however. His parents were preserved in this bunker. He never once felt like he had the right to be out partying and enjoying himself while they were stuck in the underground facility, waiting for a cure.
He still didn’t have that luxury. His focus needed to be on his parents, reanimating them, and bringing them back to health. A woman had never distracted him from this task before. Why now?
He kept telling himself his attraction had less to do with Emily herself and more to do with the fact that he hadn’t dated in a long time, she was stunning, her brain was amazing, and he was so fascinated by her case. Several factors could explain why he was so drawn to her. Combined, they made perfect sense.
If he managed to bring his parents back to life, they would reprimand him for not living life, but it couldn’t be helped. The few times in college he’d allowed someone to lure him out to a bar or a party had left him feeling restless, guilt climbing up his spine.
So, no. He had not lived life as his parents had instructed. He had dedicated himself to finding a cure and gathering other scientists to help him. The task had been monumental. For one thing, there had been a constant need to acquire funding.
Luckily, the government had made a particular arrangement with every member of the original team to pay out what essentially amounted to death benefits to their families. The benefits would be paid for as long as the twenty-two people were in a state of suspension. The benefits would end when and if the people were able to return to their regular lives, or, in the event of their deaths, the benefits would switch to a lump sum to be paid out to the families.
For Ryan, the money was enough to live off of. It covered his tuition, and it provided him with the means to begin researching on his own after graduating at the top of his class in med school. Luckily, he always had his grandmother to fall back on. She still lived in his childhood home. The two of them were close, and Ryan always knew he had somewhere to get away and someone who cared about him.
For the first year after residency, he’d worked alone, often from the small bedroom in his childhood home. He spent half his time with his head buried in research and the other half pleading with the government to reopen the study and fund him. Eventually, they had acquiesced, giving him three people for the first six months and then gradually increasing his team until they numbered a dozen in total.
He had no illusion that the reason the government let him form a team initially had nothing to do with the twenty-two suspended souls. The reason they’d permitted him to continue the research where his parents had left off was because a cure still needed to be developed before AP12 took hundreds of thousands of lives.
It wasn’t simply the disease that needed to be cured, though. He simultaneously needed cryonicists working on a way to reanimate the team. The cure itself would be useless to the team if there was no way to bring the preserved people back to life.
When Ryan discovered Dr. Damon Bardsley working in a research facility in the fields of cryobiology and cryonics, he’d approached him and brought him on board. The two of them were the only two people on the team who weren’t military. The only two civilians who had any knowledge of the project and its possibilities. The other ten members were all military, as were all twenty-two of the people who had been preserved.
A soft sigh jerked his attention back to the woman lying on the bed as she blinked her eyes open and then smiled. “Is it real? Or am I having a dream? I keep waking up to find you leaning over me. If I’m dead, this is certainly what I would have wanted heaven to be like.”
He blinked, speechless. What had she implied?
Her smile broadened. “You heard me. You’re not hard on the eyes.”
He chuckled, but he did it while brushing a lock of hair from her face and then continuing to stroke her cheek with his thumb. He was drawn to her like a magnet, unable to stop himself from touching her. “Well, Emily Zorich, if we’re having a confessional, you’re not hard on the eyes either.” Some alien being had possessed his body. Since when did he flirt with women?
She rolled those eyes at his statement. “I haven’t seen a mirror yet, but I also haven’t had a shower in ten years. Nor have I had a comb or makeup or a toothbrush or a manicure.”
He glanced toward her hand, lifted it, and held it in front of his face. “Did you get a lot of manicures back then?”
She giggled, the sweetest sound. “I’ve never actually had one. It just sounded like something I should list.” She narrowed her gaze. “Did I know you? It doesn’t seem possible. Obviously you weren’t working here ten years ago. You can’t be more than about twenty-five. And I so rarely left the bunker. You must just look familiar.”
He gave her hand a squeeze. “I’m thirty, technically a year older than you. I don’t remember meeting you, but it’s possible you saw me or even interacted with me at some point when I was in my teens. My parents are Tushar Anand and Trish Wolbach-Anand.”
Author Bio
Becca Jameson is a USA Today bestselling author of over 60 books. She is
most well-known for her Wolf Masters series and her Fight Club series. She
currently lives in Atlanta, Georgia, with her husband, two grown kids, and the
various pets that wander through. She is loving this journey and has dabbled in a
variety of genres, including paranormal, sports romance, military, and BDSM.
A total night owl, Becca writes late at night, sequestering herself in her office with
a glass of red wine and a bar of dark chocolate, her fingers flying across the
keyboard as her characters weave their own stories.
During the day--which never starts before ten in the morning!--she can be found
jogging, floating in the pool, or reading in her favorite hammock chair!
...where Alphas dominate...
Author website and social media links:
twitter: @beccajameson
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