Fiction Fest: Another peek at Denver Acey’s ‘The Quantum Breach’

The Quantum Breach WEB 2X3As part of the Cedar Fort marketing team, I can tell you to buy Denver Acey’s “The Quantum Breach” until the cows come home. But why take my word for it?

Publishers Weekly, for instance, read the book and had this to say about it:

“Sharply drawn characters and relentless action make for an exciting, engrossing read. Several loose ends and unresolved plot elements promise more entries into this series. That’s very good news.”

There you have it. A third-party endorsement for “The Quantum Breach,” which is available in bookstores and from online retailers.

Here’s a free sample to tide you over until a copy of the book is yours.

You’re welcome.

EXCERPT:

SEPTEMBER 3, CHANDLER, ARIZONA

Everything was dark. Tanner’s mind spun in frantic circles, trying to make sense of his current situation. He forced his eyes open and stared blankly at a single lightbulb overhead. It took him a moment to recognize his surroundings. He was sitting on a dining room chair in his parents’ garage.

Turning toward the mysterious voice, Tanner realized his wrists were duct-taped together and bound behind his back. Trying to use his legs as leverage, Tanner realized they too were bound together.

“I imagine you’re shocked,” a man’s voice said from the shadows. Turning toward the mysterious voice, Tanner realized his wrists were duct-taped together and bound behind his back. Trying to use his legs as leverage, Tanner realized they too were bound together.

“What’s going on?” Tanner demanded, working to regain his composure and annoyed that his voice sounded so feeble. Off to the side of the garage, he noticed lifeless carcass of the family pet discarded in a cruel manner. A sickening feeling washed over him. What had he gotten himself into?

“Let’s start with what you know,” the voice said. Slowly, a bearded man in his early fifties moved out of the shadows and into Tanner’s view. While the man’s voice had been intimidating, it was his size that truly struck fear into Tanner now—his assailant had to be at least six feet six inches tall and 240 pounds.

The attacker smiled brazenly at Tanner’s fear, staring penetratingly into his eyes. “We are in control. Cooperation is your only option. Do you understand?”

“What are you talking about?” Tanner asked, fear gripping his emotions.

“You’ll have to wait another seven years for your sabbatical,” the tall man said. “You’re going to spend the next two months working on a special project for us. There’s no negotiation. If you cooperate, your parents will live to see their next wedding anniversary.”

“What do you want?” Tanner asked, feeling more desperate. His wrists were beginning to throb, and his bladder was about to explode from too much Mountain Dew.

Leaning toward Tanner’s right ear, the attacker whispered, “We need you to do some computer hacking for us.”

Tanner’s back stiffened, and he held his breath. The revelation that someone had found out about his secret hacking past was frightening. Tanner’s fear turned to panic. He started to tremble and a wet spot appeared on his jeans. “Tall” smirked as he watched Tanner looking like a little puppy that had just wet itself after being scolded by its master.

Desperate to get some control over the situation, Tanner tried to reason with his unknown captor. “Okay, let my parents go, and we can talk.”

“It’s not going to work that way,” Tall said. He nodded curtly his head, and an unseen conspirator standing directly behind Tanner went to work.