Weird Science by Daisy Harris
I love fake science. I love writing it, reading it, imagining it. To me, science fiction isn’t just about aliens and robots, it’s about creating fantastical worlds fueled not by magic, but by technology.
Perhaps it’s that feeling of “it could happen…” that I love so much. In my opinion, the best thing about the X-Files was that (for the first few seasons at least) the mystical forces at work always had an explanation. Similarly, Bones succeeds by connecting the dots in the lab, walking us step by step through the story in a way that’s utterly believable.
Of course, it’s hard to make fake science work long-term. Later seasons of the X-Files strayed from the original hard-science script. Similarly, Bones relies on the patently untrue assumption that practically everyone possesses a genetic bone abnormality. However, I’m willing to suspend my disbelief pretty far, so long as I feel the writers are trying.
I don’t even mind of the science is shakey. Jurassic Park, The Day After Tomorrow, Waterworld all worked for me, despite the thin-at-best scientific explanations. Oh, and Lake Placid! Awesome movie! Doesn’t matter one bit that the science was absurd.
Almost every story I write draws from science, and my latest release, Lust After Death, is no exception. In Lust After Death, a zombie bride gets rescued from her evil-scientist maker by an operative from the Zombie Underground. This leads to a marriage of convenience of sorts, some telepathic communication, and some very hot stein sex. Sure, the science of re-animating human corpses is far-fetched. Yet…
There wouldn’t be so many Frankenstein-esque stories if we didn’t believe…somewhere in our hearts that it could happen. Humans might be built in God’s image, but we can’t stop messing with things, futsing with nature, attempting to re-build the world in our image. It’s a possibility both horrible and fascinating. And, like most people, I love to imagine that it might just be possible.
In the Pacific Northwest, where life hurries to keep pace with technology, a re-animated bride named Josie struggles to escape her creator and to find her identity in the half-erased circuitry of her mind and body.
Assassin Bane Connor just wants to get the girl to the Zombie Underground and receive his payoff—a mental reset that will erase his memories as well as his guilt. But an attack by a rival faction derails his rescue, and the wide-eyed female whose circuitry requires a husband tears at his hardened heart and ignites desire like he’s never known.
Acting as Josie’s spouse-substitute is tougher than Bane expected. The newborn stein needs touch to live, and wanting her is a complication he doesn’t need. To make matters worse, she sees into the darkest recesses of his mind. The last thing a killer wants is for his lover to read his thoughts, but if Josie can love him the way he’s programmed, perhaps Bane can find a way to heal his past.
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Birkenstock-wearing glamour girl and mother of two by immaculate conception, Daisy Harris still isn’t sure if she writes erotica. Her paranormal romances start out innocently enough. However, her characters behave like complete sluts. Much to Miss Harris’s dismay, the sex tends to get completely out of hand.
She writes about trampy mermaids, sexy dragons, and snuff-y shark-shifters. Her work also features zombie ingenues, horny gods, and some holiday characters like you’ve never seen them before. And there’s almost always a mad scientist in there somewhere.