Sunday, July 26, 2020
Sunday's Short Stack: Love in Retrograde by Charlie Cochet
Enthusiastic, play-it-safe Kelly Sutton is an American intern at the Photonic Royal Society in New London. Heâs been working on Project Mars for over a year, a mission kept so secret by the society even Kelly doesnât know exactly what it is. What Kelly does know is his contribution to the task will benefit mankind, and thatâs enough for him.
Kellyâs world turns upside down when concerns over his mentor's behavior lead Kelly to investigate and stumble upon a wicked truth. What is supposed to be a project to advance human life turns out to be an endeavor capable of mass destruction. The terrifying reality forces Kelly to choose between looking the other way to keep his job, as heâs always done, or risking his career and even his life to do the right thing by saving the man whoâs captured his heart.
Just as good the third time around as the first. I can't really add anything to my previous reads but I will say that the creativity and world building is absolutely brilliant for a novella. I mean, it's brilliant for any story but especially a novella where the pages and word count is limited. Charlie Cochet definitely knows how to set the scene and paint a picture with her words. I'm always a little saddened that Love in Retrograde is a one-off but then again perhaps that is what makes it so special, adds to the intriguing, interesting uniqueness of Kelly Sutton and Project Mars.
Re-Read Review January 2019:
It has been 2-1/2 years since I first read Love in Retrograde and you know what? It was even better than I recalled! Kelly is just as wonderful, although there comes a point where I really wanted to whack him upside the head but you'll have to read Love for yourself to find out why and I'm pretty sure you'll have the same reactionđ. As for Project Mars . . . I'm still not giving anything away about that one. Lets just say, Project Mars is more than just a job. There may not be many secondary characters but each one has a definite purpose that only enhances the story. Love in Retrograde may be a short novella but it is just full-to-overflowing in entertainment, a true sci-fi gem that is not completely out of the realm of possibility for the future.
Original Review June 2016:
Another novella that surprised me how deeply involved my heart got. I had a little hard time getting into the first chapter but that had more to do with me not ready to let go of the previous book's couple than with Love in Retrograde. By the time I was halfway into chapter two, I was hooked with Kelly Sutton and when he learns the whole truth behind Project Mars, I couldn't put it down. I have only read a few of Charlie Cochet's books but I have her entire Thirds series on my Kindle but haven't got around to it yet but if they are half as good as Love in Retrograde & Between the Devil and the Pacific Blue, they'll be bumped up on my TBR list more than a few notches. It isn't always easy to blend science fiction and romance so warmly and not lose the sci-fi factor, but Miss Cochet has done just that. Kelly and Mars play off each other perfectly all the while being wrapped in sci-fi mojo from beginning to end.
RATING:
Chapter One
KELLY SUTTON still couldnât believe it.
No matter how many times he walked across St. Jamesâs Park, he still couldnât believe he was interning at the Photonic Royal Society in New London.
Early in the twenty-first century when the great nations of the world collapsed under the weight of their governmentsâ greed and economic failings, desperation turned them to the greatest scientific minds of their time. A mass release of both tested and untested technologies was ejected into a world already struggling to keep up with its accelerated pace, and the result was the Photonic Revolutionâan oversaturation of biotechnology, nanoelectronics, and ever-growing personal interfaces.
And this was where it all started.
The sleek two-hundred-floor skyscraper of glass and nanoalloy was a testament to a world better united through science and human advancement. On the top floor, Project Mars was undergoing its final tests.
Entering the building through the holographic security doors, Kelly cheerfully waved a greeting to a host of security agents and reception personnel. He made his way to the restricted-access elevator at the end of the expansive marble hall and pressed his hand against the glass panel, his lips spreading into a silly grin when the glass doors slid open. Once inside the elevator, he pressed his hand against yet another reader and stood exceptionally still as the holographic security panel scanned his retina and asked for voice identification, which he promptly gave.
Every morning for the past year heâd stepped into this elevator, and he got a kick out of it each time without fail. The thought alone of where it was taking him had him so excited he didnât even need coffee to keep him wired. Not that heâd given it up. He wasnât completely crazy.
Thanks to his hard work, heâd been one of the few foreign interns to become part of Project Mars, a top-secret project. He was like a kid whoâd been invited to play with all the shiny new toys in the toy store and get paid ridiculous amounts of credit for it. It was a shame he couldnât tell anyone about it. Not that he had all that many people to tell. A year living in New London, and his closest acquaintances were the nanobots he spliced and diced on a daily basis and his lab partner. At some point he should really consider taking the time to make some friends.
After reaching the Biotech and Biomechanics Research Wing at the front of the two hundredth floor, he headed straight for the internsâ and assistantsâ locker room. One day soon heâd be putting away his bag in his very own lab. He was hanging up his suit jacket when he heard it.
âKelly!â
The cheerful squeal made him smile, and he turned in time to get poked in the belly by Pepper.
âSomeoneâs happy this morning,â he said with a laugh, giving the petite blondeâs hand a playful smack away from him. Pepper started working on Project Mars two years before Kelly joined the team, and then Kelly had been partnered with her for initial training. Theyâd quickly become close after she covered for him on his first day when heâd been so nervous heâd caused one of his experiments to spontaneously combust. Quite a feat even for him, considering there had been no combustible substances in it. He was still trying to figure that one out.
âSo whatâs got you so excited?â Kelly asked, slipping into his lab coat. He tapped at his breast pocket, turning on his holographic ID.
Her big blue eyes shone with excitement. âAfter all our hard work, weâre finally going to see the end results.â She clapped her hands gleefully and followed him out into the hall toward the lab headed by Dr. Lucius Bryant, the lead scientist for the Biotech and Biomechanics Research Wing .
Kelly wanted to believe Pepper, but the fact remained that as an internâeven one already guaranteed a positionâhe wasnât privy to the kind of information Lucius or even Pepper was privy to. Kelly had worked his way up from performing countless inventory checks to researching anomalies, administering microinjections, and taking charge of several other important duties. Each had been assigned without so much as a hint to its purpose, only that it was directly related to Project Mars. Granted, the project was top secret, but Kelly hadnât expected it to be so secret even he wouldnât be told about it.
At the end of the hall was a steel door, and somewhere beyond that door was the Biotech Wing, where Project Mars was located. Every day a good deal of commotion and chaos seemed to emanate from behind that door, with it sliding open only for the briefest of moments. Today, as Kelly took a seat at his workstation and tapped on the glass surface to wake up his interface, it appeared things were no different.
A thunderous boom nearly caused him to jump out of his skin. His head shot up in time to watch a chair soar past the lab and down the hall, where it inevitably ended its journey by smashing into something expensive. This was the third time in four days. One would think theyâd stop replacing whatever had been fated to relive a constant state of destruction.
Just as the chair left the wing in a hurry, so did two security agents. They landed in front of the lab and managed to gain control over their limbs long enough to scramble to their feet and limp quickly away. No matter how many times Kelly witnessed it, his jaw still became unhinged. He swiveled in his chair, further unsettled by the fact that, yet again, no one in the lab seemed to have noticed. Lucius tapped away at the glowing holographic information before him, preoccupied with an inventory check of that morningâs delivery. The man paused long enough to nudge his silver-rimmed spectacles up his nose.
Kelly gaped at him. âDid you see that?â
âHow many times have I warned those lads?â Lucius glanced over the rim of his glasses at Pepper. âHow many?â
âThis week?â She placed a dainty finger to her rose-colored lips, her T-bar shoes tapping thoughtfully against her chair. âThis would make one hundred and thirty-nine.â
âSo weâre just ignoring it. Again.â No reply tended to mean Kelly had either asked a stupid question that didnât warrant Luciusâs waste of breath, or it was yet another piece of information Kelly didnât need to know. Dr. Lucius Bryant was in his late forties, possessing unruly brown hair interspersed with gray, a permanent five-oâclock shadow, and an impressive deadpan expression. Everything he said was in the same tone. Most of the time it wasnât until Lucius was near the end of his reply that Kelly realized the man was being sarcastic.
Kelly donned his best English accent in an attempt to mimic Luciusâs posh tone. âItâs perfectly all right, Kelly.â He patted his own shoulder in assurance. âNothing to worry yourself over. Just another day at the lab.â Kelly turned back to his station, ignoring Pepperâs amused chuckle and Lucius rolling his eyes at him.
âHave you finished that report? Dr. Skyeâs expecting it to be done by this afternoon.â
Kelly swiveled in his chair to face Lucius. âYeah, about that. I recorded all my findings, but Iâm concerned by the anomalies I discovered in the nanocells under section MNB-Scan2308. If I could have a day to work through them, Iââ
âNo.â Lucius raised his head, his disapproving frown once again dashing Kellyâs enthusiasm at the chance of getting to dig deeper into the research and the strange surge of recent anomalies. âYour job is to report your findings, not analyze them.â
âI know, butââ
âUnless you want to go back to inventory checks, youâll submit your report and move on to your next assignment.â
Kelly bit his tongue. Why was it every time he had the chance to do something important, Lucius pulled the rug out from under him? Lucius was Kellyâs mentor. Shouldnât he be mentoring?
Reluctantly, Kelly gave Lucius a nod and resumed his work. Another long afternoon of mindless data transfer. This sucked. He was part of the Photonic Royal Society. The most prestigious and exhilarating place for a scientist to be. Why was Lucius treating him like he didnât know his ass from his elbow?
âI know you think Iâm being an unreasonable arse, butâŠ.â Lucius came to stand beside Kelly, his troubled expression unexpected. âTrust me. Itâs for your protection.â
Before Kelly could ask what he meant, Lucius walked out of the lab.
âDonât take it personally,â Pepper said with a sympathetic smile. âLucius has his reasons for everything he does.â
âFor my protection? Protection from what? Advancing my career? Securing my new position as an esteemed scientist and upcoming talent rather than a nameless drone destined to remain at the bottom of the food chain for the rest of my career?â Kelly pressed his lips together before he said anything heâd regret. âSix months ago, he was teaching me how to look beyond what was in front of me, to dissect and deconstruct information, and now that I am, heâs shutting me out. I just donât get it.â He leaned into Pepper, his voice quiet. âYouâre his assistant. Have I done something to piss him off? Did I do something wrong?â
âHe hasnât mentioned anything.â She worried her bottom lip with her teeth. âTo be honest, he hasnât brought you up at all.â
âIs that a good thing or a bad thing?â Kelly couldnât tell anymore. Then again, Lucius was a tough guy to read at the best of times. It was still beyond Kellyâs capabilities to know whether the man was being serious or not.
Pepperâs smile was apologetic. âI wish I could help.â
âThanks anyway.â A thought occurred to him. âTodayâs Thursday. Lucius works late in his office on Thursdays, right?â
âYes.â Pepperâs eyes widened. âWhatever youâre thinking, donât. Lucius will have your security clearance if you disturb him. Thursday evenings are incredibly critical for him, and whatever heâs working on is exceptionally confidential.â
âGot it.â
Kelly didnât want to worry Pepper, though she didnât look all that convinced by his reply. Regardless, she went back to her station.
Kelly had no intention of disturbing Luciusâs important work tonight. Heâd try and catch Lucius before he locked himself in his office and ask him a couple of questions. Just a few minutes of the manâs time. Nothing more. Itâd be fine.
KELLY SUTTON still couldnât believe it.
No matter how many times he walked across St. Jamesâs Park, he still couldnât believe he was interning at the Photonic Royal Society in New London.
Early in the twenty-first century when the great nations of the world collapsed under the weight of their governmentsâ greed and economic failings, desperation turned them to the greatest scientific minds of their time. A mass release of both tested and untested technologies was ejected into a world already struggling to keep up with its accelerated pace, and the result was the Photonic Revolutionâan oversaturation of biotechnology, nanoelectronics, and ever-growing personal interfaces.
And this was where it all started.
The sleek two-hundred-floor skyscraper of glass and nanoalloy was a testament to a world better united through science and human advancement. On the top floor, Project Mars was undergoing its final tests.
Entering the building through the holographic security doors, Kelly cheerfully waved a greeting to a host of security agents and reception personnel. He made his way to the restricted-access elevator at the end of the expansive marble hall and pressed his hand against the glass panel, his lips spreading into a silly grin when the glass doors slid open. Once inside the elevator, he pressed his hand against yet another reader and stood exceptionally still as the holographic security panel scanned his retina and asked for voice identification, which he promptly gave.
Every morning for the past year heâd stepped into this elevator, and he got a kick out of it each time without fail. The thought alone of where it was taking him had him so excited he didnât even need coffee to keep him wired. Not that heâd given it up. He wasnât completely crazy.
Thanks to his hard work, heâd been one of the few foreign interns to become part of Project Mars, a top-secret project. He was like a kid whoâd been invited to play with all the shiny new toys in the toy store and get paid ridiculous amounts of credit for it. It was a shame he couldnât tell anyone about it. Not that he had all that many people to tell. A year living in New London, and his closest acquaintances were the nanobots he spliced and diced on a daily basis and his lab partner. At some point he should really consider taking the time to make some friends.
After reaching the Biotech and Biomechanics Research Wing at the front of the two hundredth floor, he headed straight for the internsâ and assistantsâ locker room. One day soon heâd be putting away his bag in his very own lab. He was hanging up his suit jacket when he heard it.
âKelly!â
The cheerful squeal made him smile, and he turned in time to get poked in the belly by Pepper.
âSomeoneâs happy this morning,â he said with a laugh, giving the petite blondeâs hand a playful smack away from him. Pepper started working on Project Mars two years before Kelly joined the team, and then Kelly had been partnered with her for initial training. Theyâd quickly become close after she covered for him on his first day when heâd been so nervous heâd caused one of his experiments to spontaneously combust. Quite a feat even for him, considering there had been no combustible substances in it. He was still trying to figure that one out.
âSo whatâs got you so excited?â Kelly asked, slipping into his lab coat. He tapped at his breast pocket, turning on his holographic ID.
Her big blue eyes shone with excitement. âAfter all our hard work, weâre finally going to see the end results.â She clapped her hands gleefully and followed him out into the hall toward the lab headed by Dr. Lucius Bryant, the lead scientist for the Biotech and Biomechanics Research Wing .
Kelly wanted to believe Pepper, but the fact remained that as an internâeven one already guaranteed a positionâhe wasnât privy to the kind of information Lucius or even Pepper was privy to. Kelly had worked his way up from performing countless inventory checks to researching anomalies, administering microinjections, and taking charge of several other important duties. Each had been assigned without so much as a hint to its purpose, only that it was directly related to Project Mars. Granted, the project was top secret, but Kelly hadnât expected it to be so secret even he wouldnât be told about it.
At the end of the hall was a steel door, and somewhere beyond that door was the Biotech Wing, where Project Mars was located. Every day a good deal of commotion and chaos seemed to emanate from behind that door, with it sliding open only for the briefest of moments. Today, as Kelly took a seat at his workstation and tapped on the glass surface to wake up his interface, it appeared things were no different.
A thunderous boom nearly caused him to jump out of his skin. His head shot up in time to watch a chair soar past the lab and down the hall, where it inevitably ended its journey by smashing into something expensive. This was the third time in four days. One would think theyâd stop replacing whatever had been fated to relive a constant state of destruction.
Just as the chair left the wing in a hurry, so did two security agents. They landed in front of the lab and managed to gain control over their limbs long enough to scramble to their feet and limp quickly away. No matter how many times Kelly witnessed it, his jaw still became unhinged. He swiveled in his chair, further unsettled by the fact that, yet again, no one in the lab seemed to have noticed. Lucius tapped away at the glowing holographic information before him, preoccupied with an inventory check of that morningâs delivery. The man paused long enough to nudge his silver-rimmed spectacles up his nose.
Kelly gaped at him. âDid you see that?â
âHow many times have I warned those lads?â Lucius glanced over the rim of his glasses at Pepper. âHow many?â
âThis week?â She placed a dainty finger to her rose-colored lips, her T-bar shoes tapping thoughtfully against her chair. âThis would make one hundred and thirty-nine.â
âSo weâre just ignoring it. Again.â No reply tended to mean Kelly had either asked a stupid question that didnât warrant Luciusâs waste of breath, or it was yet another piece of information Kelly didnât need to know. Dr. Lucius Bryant was in his late forties, possessing unruly brown hair interspersed with gray, a permanent five-oâclock shadow, and an impressive deadpan expression. Everything he said was in the same tone. Most of the time it wasnât until Lucius was near the end of his reply that Kelly realized the man was being sarcastic.
Kelly donned his best English accent in an attempt to mimic Luciusâs posh tone. âItâs perfectly all right, Kelly.â He patted his own shoulder in assurance. âNothing to worry yourself over. Just another day at the lab.â Kelly turned back to his station, ignoring Pepperâs amused chuckle and Lucius rolling his eyes at him.
âHave you finished that report? Dr. Skyeâs expecting it to be done by this afternoon.â
Kelly swiveled in his chair to face Lucius. âYeah, about that. I recorded all my findings, but Iâm concerned by the anomalies I discovered in the nanocells under section MNB-Scan2308. If I could have a day to work through them, Iââ
âNo.â Lucius raised his head, his disapproving frown once again dashing Kellyâs enthusiasm at the chance of getting to dig deeper into the research and the strange surge of recent anomalies. âYour job is to report your findings, not analyze them.â
âI know, butââ
âUnless you want to go back to inventory checks, youâll submit your report and move on to your next assignment.â
Kelly bit his tongue. Why was it every time he had the chance to do something important, Lucius pulled the rug out from under him? Lucius was Kellyâs mentor. Shouldnât he be mentoring?
Reluctantly, Kelly gave Lucius a nod and resumed his work. Another long afternoon of mindless data transfer. This sucked. He was part of the Photonic Royal Society. The most prestigious and exhilarating place for a scientist to be. Why was Lucius treating him like he didnât know his ass from his elbow?
âI know you think Iâm being an unreasonable arse, butâŠ.â Lucius came to stand beside Kelly, his troubled expression unexpected. âTrust me. Itâs for your protection.â
Before Kelly could ask what he meant, Lucius walked out of the lab.
âDonât take it personally,â Pepper said with a sympathetic smile. âLucius has his reasons for everything he does.â
âFor my protection? Protection from what? Advancing my career? Securing my new position as an esteemed scientist and upcoming talent rather than a nameless drone destined to remain at the bottom of the food chain for the rest of my career?â Kelly pressed his lips together before he said anything heâd regret. âSix months ago, he was teaching me how to look beyond what was in front of me, to dissect and deconstruct information, and now that I am, heâs shutting me out. I just donât get it.â He leaned into Pepper, his voice quiet. âYouâre his assistant. Have I done something to piss him off? Did I do something wrong?â
âHe hasnât mentioned anything.â She worried her bottom lip with her teeth. âTo be honest, he hasnât brought you up at all.â
âIs that a good thing or a bad thing?â Kelly couldnât tell anymore. Then again, Lucius was a tough guy to read at the best of times. It was still beyond Kellyâs capabilities to know whether the man was being serious or not.
Pepperâs smile was apologetic. âI wish I could help.â
âThanks anyway.â A thought occurred to him. âTodayâs Thursday. Lucius works late in his office on Thursdays, right?â
âYes.â Pepperâs eyes widened. âWhatever youâre thinking, donât. Lucius will have your security clearance if you disturb him. Thursday evenings are incredibly critical for him, and whatever heâs working on is exceptionally confidential.â
âGot it.â
Kelly didnât want to worry Pepper, though she didnât look all that convinced by his reply. Regardless, she went back to her station.
Kelly had no intention of disturbing Luciusâs important work tonight. Heâd try and catch Lucius before he locked himself in his office and ask him a couple of questions. Just a few minutes of the manâs time. Nothing more. Itâd be fine.
Charlie Cochet is the international bestselling author of the THIRDS series. Born in Cuba and raised in the US, Charlie enjoys the best of both worlds, from her daily Cuban latte to her passion for classic rock.
Currently residing in Central Florida, Charlie is at the beck and call of a rascally Doxiepoo bent on world domination. When she isnât writing, she can usually be found devouring a book, releasing her creativity through art, or binge watching a new TV series. She runs on coffee, thrives on music, and loves to hear from readers.
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