Because at some point, we all have to let go and embrace ourselves.
The book is The Gap Year (Angela’s Epistles Book 1) by Rita Kruger, a SciFi Action, LGBT Romance.
might have everything her father’s money can buy, but that meant nothing to her
on the night of her twenty-eight birthday. She is angry and a little bit drunk
as she flees the scene of a fight with her mother.
All her life she has done the right thing. But she is tired of living under her mother’s shadow. How can she ever compete with Margaret Wright, the first Human judge on the Intergalactic High Court?
Within the space of a few days, Angela drops out in the last semester at Intergalactic Bureau of Investigation Academy, signs a bounty hunting contract to find the top ten criminals in the galaxy, and kisses Brenda, her best friend since childhood.
She might be late, but at last she is blooming.
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“My gawd,” a voice said behind her.
Angela turned to see two teenage girls standing there with their mother. They were on the new treadmill bikes, where you walked on a treadmill like conveyer strip, and this created power to drive the bike. To Angela the ‘bike’ looked more like a skateboard with a handle. She considered getting herself one, but then decided to spend the money on an AI lover instead.
She got an older model. The saleswoman told her that he looked like Brad Pitt, whoever the hell that was. But at least now she could have cuddles- and more, as needed- and not have to run into the first available man’s arms.
The girl’s eyes were on the dress. It was quite exquisite, she thought earlier when she put it on. A figure-hugging dress covered in tiny silver sequins that weighted down on her like a heavy hand… or a tainted conscience.
“Is that a Clayton?” the blue haired girl asked.
“It sure is,” Angela said with a smile.
Gasps rose all around her. Some people liked Clay for his brand. Designer to the stars and the extremely rich and famous. Appointment by invitation only. She hated him because he was a brutal man who hit his girlfriends when they didn’t obey his every command. Under the dress were two small scars made by his rings. They would always be there to remind her of that mistake. The emotional scars on her mind would be with her forever.
And to avoid stupidity like that, Brad Pitt was worth every credit she spent so far, and any future updates to software or maintenance that might need to be paid. He was a great listener, cuddled like a dream, didn’t complain when she slept with one arm and leg draped over him, and performed beyond expectations in all the required departments.
About the Author
Rita Kruger lives in Vereeniging, South Africa. She is wife, granddaughter, daughter, mother, and grandmother. Most of childhood happened within the pages of books. Stories conspired to carry her away from the world she knew. The places and people books introduced her to were much more exciting than her boring existence.
Currently married to her personal MacGyver, she surrounds herself with what enriches her body, mind and soul. Family. Friends. Nature. Great food. Good wine. Mountains of books. She writes novels challenging major themes of her life in the genres of fantasy and gothic horror, which she loves.
Let’s welcome Angela, who came by for a couple of questions. Angela, what is something unique/quirky about you?
I love food more than thin thighs. I also stopped coloring my hair. Out there in the world people pay good money to have grey hair, and I rock it naturally! I have very small feet, but a loud voice.
If you knew you’d die tomorrow, how would you spend your last day?
Actually, I did have a doctor put a “Expiry date” sticker on me three years ago. There was no specific date. He said if I made the required lifestyle changes I could extend my life, like milk being kept in the freezer instead of outside. But it shook me in ways I wasn’t prepared for at all. Time has become a highly valued commodity for me, and I hate it when people waste mine.
How has this changed my life? I do the best I can to spend time with family, and to keep on writing. It has always been a dream of mine and I haven’t done anything constructive to achieve this in ages. Now I write every day.
What do you do to unwind and relax?
I love a cold shower and a good red wine with a book. Binge watch a series. Sometimes I go for a walk.
When did you first consider yourself a writer?
I was born to be a storyteller. Even from young I would gather people around me and spin them tall stories. I had a running serial with kids at the school, and during breaks we’d sit under a tree for the next episode.
As a writer, what would you choose as your mascot/avatar/spirit animal?
A lizard. Sounds weird, I know. But for the last year I see three or more of them every day. In the strangest places. Especially in my dreams. I have adopted it as my spirit animal after some investigation. They are able to adapt to their environment, deal with adversity, and not only survive under such severe circumstances, but thrive. They are also able to protect themselves well by using camouflage to trick attackers. But best of all is their ability to sacrifice a part of themselves in order to get out of a deadly grip. After the escape they can regenerate what was lost.
I think the last portion is why I love the lizard so much. They understand that sometimes it is better to cut off the part that might get you killed. It has always been hard for me to walk away from things that are not good for me. I think it is that way for all of us. But the lizard shows us we can grow anew, and what was sacrificed for survival can be regained.
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