In a world of famine, waste, and unprecedented natural disasters, Venus Quarantine Initiative is Eva's only hope for a decent life.
Whisked away to a nostalgic homestead to live out a picture-perfect life, she knows she must comply with the Initiative's demands or risk getting kicked out of the only paradise left in her dying world.
The Problem: She doesn't get to live in paradise alone, because she's been chosen to help repopulate the world.
Colton knows what a sham his new life is, but if he doesn't comply with the Initiative's demands, Eva could suffer the consequences. So he follows orders, determined to impregnate her before he leaves.
Neither of them expected to fall in love, and when they do, Eva settles blissfully into her new life, but Colton refuses to believe it's real.
Can Eva convince Colton that their feelings for each other are genuine? Or will Colton forever shun their gilded cage, leaving the only woman he's ever truly loved?
This is a shorter work. I've sold about 100 copies and I have book 2 coming out soon, so I hope it will get boosted.
Eva
Crawling out of a comfortable bed, unafraid of the outside world, feels surreal. The fact that I’m even here is a miracle. That I was chosen above so many others.
Guilt needles me again. The kind that survivors feel, because that’s what I am. Someone chosen to live a better life when others live in peril.
It’s not that I want the rest of the world to go to hell, but if it does, I’d rather not go down with it.
The cabin isn’t at all what I’d expected it to be like. Up until three days ago, I thought it was a lie or some rundown, dilapidated shack.
Instead, it’s picture-perfect, straight out of an old-timey magazine, with well-crafted furnishings and a charming ambiance that makes me feel like I’m living in the book Little House on the Prairie by that Laura Ingalls Wilder girl.
But I guess that’s the point.
Stretching, I take in a breath of clean air. Then another, letting it sit in my lungs for a moment before exhaling.
Gold holds no value to the cleanliness of this place.
I try to recall all the things I’m supposed to do, hoping I do them in the right order.
Care for the animals. Tend to the garden. Tidy. Eat. Wash up.
For months, I’ve been preparing for this, and yet, I’m still nowhere close to being ready. It feels as though I’m being ungrateful, but the truth is, I’m scared. What if something goes wrong? What if I mess up?
What if he doesn’t like me?
It’s preposterous to think that, because even if he finds me ugly as sin, which I’m not, he’ll do anything to stay here. He’d be stupid to turn his nose up at what’s being offered.
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Already translated.
Translated by Vania Nunes
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