Sixteen-year-old Tabby Weber doesn’t want to murder anyone, but in Griffin Kessler’s case she’s willing to make an exception.
In the year 2018, nineteen-year-old science prodigy Griffin Kessler created a virus that nearly wiped out the human race. A decade later, dictator Alexander Zika keeps survivors imprisoned in concentration camps while brutal gangs roam the deserted cities. Tabby, her siblings, and her best friend, Murphy, live in hiding while they complete her father’s time machine. Their goal is simple: travel back in time and kill Kessler before he can finish his virus.
When Tabby and Murphy return to 2018, Tabby falls quickly for Kessler, who’s smart, sexy, and as desperate to protect the virus from Zika as she is. As Tabby’s relationship with Kessler heats up, Murphy confesses his own feelings for her. But Tabby’s love life is the least of her worries. With Murphy still determined to kill Kessler, she doesn’t know how to stop him, or if she even should.
KILLING KESSLER, a YA science fiction novel, is complete at 60,000 words. With a strong heroine and healthy doses of adventure and romance, I believe KILLING KESSLER will appeal to fans of Suzanne Collins’s THE HUNGER GAMES and James Patterson’s MAXIMUM RIDE series.
Our hiding spot is less than ten feet from the boy. An overhead floodlight blazes against the predawn sky, so bright I see the sweat falling from his hair and the clumps of dirt on his shovel. He has stubble on his jaw and a muscular chest and arms, but he looks young, maybe sixteen like me.
I glance at Leila. My sister’s over-glossed lips are stretched into a wide smile, her brown eyes even bigger than normal. I reach out to her with my mind. Forget it, Leila, I think. He’s locked in the Village.
We’re watching him through the witch hazel bushes outside the Village fence. The electric fence, twenty feet of razor wire crowned with another five feet of spiked coils, surrounds Pitman Air Force Base. The base was once the heart of
Leila’s expression doesn’t change, but I know she heard me. We can shut off our thoughts as easily as closing our eyes, but if she were blocking me out, I would feel it.
Seriously, it’s not like he’s going to break out of there and take you on a date, I add. Leila knows this, of course, but that won’t stop her from doing something stupid. She turned fourteen last month, and all she thinks about is boys. I work a heavy dose of exasperation into my tone, but the truth is, I feel bad for her.