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Time Rider [MultiFormat]
eBook by Rickey R. Mallory
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eBook Category: Romance/Science Fiction
eBook Description: In a future run by a corrupt government, skipworths, a group of human beings with telepathic ability, are considered demons worthy of annihilation. One man has been sent back to the present day to eliminate the person responsible for the birth of the skipworths. Dr. Kristen Skipworth is not the monster Rider Savage expects, however. She is a young physican whose an empathic ability makes her a good doctor. She can see through Rider's TAINCC conditioning to the man beneath. Kristen has never met a man she was so in tune with or attracted to. Too bad he's psychotic, thinking he's been sent from the future to kill her. Rider and Kristen find themselves on the run, with the future of an entire race of people at stake, and only each other to trust.
eBook Publisher: ImaJinn Books, Published: 2002
Fictionwise Release Date: May 2005
Available eBook Formats [MultiFormat - What's this?]: Adobe Acrobat (PDF) [1.5 MB], eReader (PDB) [282 KB], Palm Doc (PDB) [274 KB], Rocket/REB1100 (RB) [242 KB], Microsoft Reader (LIT) [286 KB] - PocketPC 1.0+ Compatible, Franklin eBookMan (FUB) [272 KB], hiebook (KML) [696 KB], Sony Reader (LRF) [335 KB], iSilo (PDB) [224 KB], Mobipocket (PRC) [280 KB], Kindle Compatible (MOBI) [356 KB], OEBFF Format (IMP) [352 KB]
Words: 85356
Reading time: 243-341 min.
Microsoft Reader (LIT) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
Adobe Acrobat (PDF) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
All Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED
ISBN: 1-933417-54-4
 
"Come on. I got a right to know who saved my life, don't I?" Kristen shrugged, choosing to ignore his sarcasm, and walked back to the table. She held out her hand. "I'm Doctor Kristen Skipworth." Hot adrenaline streaked through him, leaving his limbs quivering, his mouth dry. He felt the blood drain from his face, felt his fingers and toes grow numb as his body pulled the blood into its core, trying to protect itself from the shock. Kristen Skipworth. The name hovered in the air like a storm cloud, echoed down the corridors of his brain like footsteps in an empty chamber. His gut twisted in revulsion. He recoiled from her outstretched hand. Kristen Skipworth. The latest best guess of the best researchers had traced the problem back to her. The entire problem. Somehow he'd known all along that she was special. If he'd been paying attention, he'd have realized what his battered brain had tried to tell him. It was in her eyes. Those amber-shot jewels should have warned him who she was. All the Deviants had those peculiar gold-flecked eyes. The electric charge whenever she touched him should have told him she was doing things to him no human being should be allowed to do to another. Why hadn't he recognized her? The blow on his head must have screwed up his brain's wiring or something. Yeah, something like maybe he didn't want his angel doctor to be the ultimate enemy, the target. "Rider?" Her trembling voice buzzed in his brain like the temple leads in the TAINCC. He should have known. How had he been so lucky? So lucky, and so damned unlucky! He forced himself to focus on her Deviant eyes. "Rider? Are you okay?" A wisp of cloud brushed his forehead. No, it was her hand. He jerked his head away, welcoming the searing pain the movement caused him. He needed the pain to keep his focus, to keep his mind off her angel face, her gentle soothing hands, her trusting, treacherous eyes. "Talk to me!" she demanded, and he made himself listen to her, made himself look at her. The Mother of all the Deviants. He had trouble focusing. Her image kept fading to another fainter one. Another beautiful face, this one framed with blonde hair. Mari. His wife. His throat contracted, and his eyes burned. This woman had killed his wife. Her descendants were murderers. Slowly his wife's image faded, and he was staring at the Mother of All the Deviants again. Hot blinding hatred sucked the last dregs of strength from his quivering limbs. He stared helplessly at her, digging deep inside himself for the protective cold resolve, for the conditioning, hating himself for the fear and pain he couldn't block. He had a job to do. He wasn't supposed to react with heated anger. A shudder racked him and he drew a long breath, trying to ignore her scent, concentrating on his mission--his reason for being here. He could do it right now. He could kill her. She was close enough for him to wrap his fingers around her pretty neck and snap it with no more effort than snapping a twig. * * * * Chapter FourRider Savage stared at the Mother of All the Deviants. Something wasn't right. Something in her amber-green eyes paralyzed him. He flexed his fingers slowly, willing them to move, willing his body to act like the weapon it had been conditioned to be. His fingers weren't cooperating, though. They moved like old, arthritic fingers, creaking, the joints rubbing together agonizingly. The eyes watching him clouded with worry. He tore his gaze away from her. She was a Deviant. She'd get inside his head if he let her. A violent wave of nausea ripped through him, and he welcomed it. It was a relief after the confusing emotions she evoked in him. He'd kill her all right. But killing her wasn't enough for him. First he wanted her to know why she was dying, wanted her to feel all the pain her descendants had caused down through the centuries. His gut spasmed, and he swallowed hard. Then quelling his revulsion, he forced himself to grasp her hand in his, wincing at the anticipation of a blinding wave of nausea that never came. He stared at their clasped hands, his bruised and scraped, engulfing her smaller, smoother one. Her touch rattled his brain. Instead of increasing his sickness, multiplying his hatred, her touch soothed his beat up emotions. Her fingers were cool and light. Her skin exuded peace and caring. He slowly raised his gaze to hers, using all his strength to dredge up enough hatred and anger to make his voice quietly menacing as he squeezed her fingers. "How do you do, Kristen Skipworth. I've been sent from the future to kill you."
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