Tropical Punch
Bubbles In Space #1
by S.C. Jensen
Strippers, Drugs, and Headless Corpses…
All in a day’s work for Bubbles Marlowe, HoloCity’s only cyborg detective.
What do an anti-tech cult, a deadly new street drug, and the corrupt Chief of Police have in common?
It’s a question Bubbles can’t afford to ask. Last time she got curious it cost her job, a limb, and almost her life.
She vows to stay out of police business. But with a newly minted cybernetic enhancement, a semi-legal P.I. license, and a knack for asking the wrong kind of questions… Vows are made to be broken, right?
When a seemingly straightforward contract takes a dark turn, heads literally roll. Unless she wants to take the fall for the murders Bubbles needs to cut town on the double. Too bad she’s flat broke.
And now, she’s being hunted.
In a world where dreams can be made real for the right kind of dough, nothing is as it seems. One thing is clear, though. The dream is becoming a nightmare.
As the body count stacks up, Bubbles realizes she’s made a terrible mistake.
Can she figure out who is behind the murders before she loses her head?
Warning: Don’t read this book if you hate fun, glitter, sassy robotic pigs, or hard-boiled badassery. Raymond Chandler and Dashiell Hammett are rolling in their graves, but this is all their fault.
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REVIEW
5 out of 5
Excellent story with great narration. There’s never a dull moment, and I hated to take breaks while listening. If you’re looking for a great sci-fi story with a sassy, snarky, PI in the lead, you’re going to *love* this book! You can’t help but love Bubbles, and there were moments that had me giggling, and others that had me on the edge of my seat wanting to know what would happen next.
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
S.C. Jensen is a Canadian fiction writer, sci-fi enthusiast, and literary advocate. At least, that’s what her replicant ID states. She lives on the windswept prairies with her husband, three children, and various fuzzy friends. When she’s not writing, she can be found trying to avoid mosquitoes, sunburn, and/or frostbite in the great outdoors while waiting, somewhat impatiently, for the singularity.
