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LENGTH: Long Category
SENSUALITY: Carnal

Cover art (c) Jenny Dixon 2003
ISBN 1-58608-332-5
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Rating: Contains violence, explicit sex, graphic language, and profanity.

“Five Hearts! Ms. O'Connor weaves a marvelous futuristic and thrilling book. This novel captures your attention from the first page as each character imbeds themselves into your psyche. Raphael is a strong, beautiful and supremely complex man and a perfect counterpart to Victoria's rule-abiding, open minded self. Together the main characters make the story come alive. The threats, the insecurities, the mystery that surrounds Kay and its blood-colored water is enthralling and well worth the journey.” Sara Sawyer, The Romance Studio

“Blue Ribbon rating: FIVE! BELOW by Kaitlyn O’Connor is a thoroughly engrossing novel, which had me hooked from the first page to the last. The thrilling tension as Victoria, Raphael and the crew members battle to survive is intense and will hold you on the edge of your seat and breathless. The growing relationship between Victoria and Raphael is sensual, erotic and emotional. Together with a host of secondary characters make BELOW one of the most exciting Sci-Fi romance thrillers I have ever had the pleasure to read.” Gail Northman, Romance Junkies

"Kaitlyn O'Connor has done a wonderful job with her futuristic thriller, BELOW. It may not be the future I would hope for; everything is controlled by the company and human life is worth less than profits. Victoria had her suspicions, but now the fact is brought home to her in a most horrifying way. Even though it goes against company policy, Victoria is helplessly attracted to Raphael. Of course, the fact Raphael is gorgeous doesn't hurt at all, neither does the fact he tells Victoria he loves her. And the ending comes down to a terrible choice they have to make. If you enjoy futuristic erotica, this one is not to be missed!" Sensual Romances

"Five Stars! Have you ever watched a TV show, sitting on the edge of your seat the entire time, and looked at the clock to see that there is only 15 minutes left in the show and they are still trying to figure out what is going on? Then the next 15 minutes are even more intense, more active than you thought possible? Do you love this like I do? Then you need to get “Below”. Victoria is a strong, physical woman who is in charge of a lot of people, both air breathers and water breathers. She doesn’t let control slip through her fingers and maintains a tight grip on those around her. Raphael has a quiet strength and force of command that shows up enough to cause every woman’s heart to flutter. When he states the way things are going to be between him and Victoria my insides turn to mush! The suspense and action surrounding this story kept me on edge to the point that I hated the idea of having to stop reading for any reason. I definitely recommend this book to everyone!" Vikky Bertling, Just Erotic Romance Review Newsletter

"Once I began reading BELOW, I couldn't put it down and read late into night to finish. Ms. O'Connor did a terrific job of keeping me on the edge of my seat and curling my toes in suspense. " Road to Romance

"BELOW is the first story I've read by this talented author, but it definitely won't be the last. Ms. O'Conner captured me in her spell from the very beginning and ensconced me deeper and deeper, until I felt the emotions of the crew. I could feel the excitement and fear of the unknown, and the emotional upheaval between Tory and Raphael. This is one powerful story that I am delighted I had the chance to read. You can bet I'll be searching for more titles from this author. And soon!" Sinclair Reid, Romance Reviews Today

"Four Stars! This was a very interesting story full of suspense and sensual heat. Ms. O’Conner has written an engrossing story of love under the worst of circumstances striking when you least expect it. The concept of the character of Raphael is fascinating and together, he and Victoria heat up the pages. If you are looking for a great Sci-Fi/futuristic story with action, suspense, and a little love and romance thrown in this book is definitely for you. I look forward to Ms. O’Connors next release." Amber Taylor, Just Erotic Romance Reviews

"This is a fast paced read; one that will take you to a distant planet filled with mystery and extreme danger." The Best Reviews

"Four Roses! Below is a delightful story of how against the odds, two people can fall in love. The story will have you turning the pages or scroll down to see what will happen next. Below is filled with mystery, suspense and intrigue. Below is one book that you will want to finish in one sitting to find out the mystery and how the love between Victoria and Raphael will end." A Romance Review

BELOW

By

Kaitlyn O’Connor

© copyright October 2003 by Kaitlyn O’Connor
Cover Art by Jenny Dixon
ISBN 1-58608-332-5
New Concepts Publishing
www.newconceptspublishing.com

Chapter One

It might almost have been Earth. The globe below them was awash with ocean--80% to be precise--but the glow from the red sun that sliced through its atmosphere gave the waters below the eerie look of blood....

“An ocean of blood.”

Victoria glanced sharply at Captain Huggins. Seated before her at the console, his back was to her as he divided his attention between the viewing screen and the readout from the vessel’s probes.

After a moment, she realized he wasn’t telepathic. It was only a coincidence that he’d voiced her own thoughts. An involuntary shiver skated along her spine as she returned her attention to the viewing screen.

“Creepy, eh, Tory?”

It took an effort to keep her upper lip from curling in distaste, but Victoria Anderson was a firm believer in self discipline. She kept her expression impassive. She didn’t turn to the speaker. There was no sense in encouraging the man. Not that he could be discouraged. “Chilled,” she lied succinctly. However much she would’ve liked to dispute it, even to herself, she found the prospect below them unnerving.

“Right. Takes a bit to get the blood pumping after such a long hyber-sleep. I could warm you up a bit, if you’d like.”

This time Victoria didn’t bother to hide her distaste. “Do you mind?”

“Eh?” Jim Roach’s look was hopeful.

She gave him a plastic smile. “I’d like to hear the report.” She moved away from him, closer to the console, where the captain was pulling up a report from the computer. “What’s it look like?”

He frowned, but didn’t turn. “A bit more than tolerable, I’d say.”

Victoria’s lips flattened. She could see enough of the report to tell that barely tolerable might be an understatement. “They said the conditions were acceptable.”

Captain Huggins threw her a quick glance before returning his attention to the report. “It’s livable, if not hospitable. The construction crew seemed to deal with the conditions without any problems. Anyway, you knew the information the company had was sketchy.”

A flash of anger, quickly quelled, went through Victoria. He was right. She’d accepted the assignment, knowing how the company was ... knowing they hadn’t seen much beyond the find of the century. The crew’s survival was important to them, but only in terms of whether or not they survived long enough to mine the precious mineral that resided a scant 50 feet below that deceptively threatening surface.

It was deceptive, she told herself. Granted, this tiny system was at the very edge of the outer rim, light years from the beaten path. But several probes had been diverted to the planet to gather as much information as possible before the first landers were dispatched.

“You pick up on the beacon yet?” ‘Hugs’ Huggins asked his communications officer, Leigh Grant.

“Nothing ... Too much interference. Wait.”

“You got something?”

“Yeah. Faint. There’s ... Yes. Definitely. Looks like about 60 degrees starboard. Maybe 50 clicks. Good job, Hugs! You sat us down practically on top of it.”

‘Hugs’ looked anything but huggable, Victoria thought wryly. He was built in the general shape of a water bug....a pear shaped torso, arms and legs like skeletal remains

... no doubt from 40 years of shuttling around the galaxy and doing little beyond moving from his console to the hyber-chamber and back again. He’d probably spent two thirds of his life in hyber-sleep, which no doubt accounted for his youthful appearance. He didn’t look half his 68 years.

One would’ve thought the compliment would’ve pleased him, but he didn’t show it. In fact, he looked faintly alarmed.

Victoria felt another prickle of uneasiness as he glanced over his shoulder at the ground crew assembled behind him. His gaze finally settled on her. “You heard Grant. We’ll be docking shortly. Maybe you’d like to get your gear together.”

No way was Victoria going anywhere, but she could see his point.

“Roach. Get the crew below and ready the equipment for off loading.”

For a moment, he looked as if he would argue. Finally, he shrugged and gestured the crew out. He stopped as he reached the portal. “What about the tadpoles?”

Victoria’s lips tightened. Her eyes narrowed. “The what?”

He grinned, showing two rows of teeth in serious need of good hygiene ... or maybe they were beyond that. “You know. The slugs. Fish.”

She strode over to him. “That’s not only distasteful, it’s stupid,” she said, keeping her voice low. “They’re human beings....”

“Half,” he corrected, obviously unrepentant.

Victoria gritted her teeth and counted to ten. “Genetically altered.”

Again he cut her off. “To be half fish.”

Victoria counted to twenty. “We have to work as a team, Roach, or this isn’t going to work at all. Once this crew leaves, we’re on our own, and we’ll need everybody ... EVERYBODY to work together if we’re going to survive. I don’t give a damn what your personal opinion is of the project, or genetics in general. They’re telepathic, you fool. So you put that shit out of your head right now, and go down and tell the deep water mining CREW that we’re about to dock. You got that?”

“Yes, sir, chief! I mean, ma’am! ” He gave her a mocking salute and marched out.

Victoria glared at his back as he left. Where the hell the company had dug him up from was a mystery to her. If he had any kind of specialty at all, it was in being a royal pain in the ass.

It was hell trying to work with morons. There were half a dozen surface crew members, including her and Roach; almost four times that number of genetically engineered deep water mining crew who, despite the company’s reassurances about their psychological stability, were an unknown quantity; they were about to be dropped on a rock that was virtually uncharted; were a bare minimum of three months from any rescue team; and Roach was hell bent on stirring up trouble before they’d even been dropped.

She’d been assigned to oversee the work, not baby sit, and certainly not referee. Six month’s duty began to seem like a long, long assignment.

Dismissing it, Victoria turned her attention to the more immediate problem, returning to her observation position. She knew they must be getting close to the rig by now. “Any response to the hail?”

Leigh shot a look at the captain. A silent communication passed between them. “Nothing yet,” she responded finally.

The by-play between them set Victoria’s teeth on edge. “I’m in charge of the mission. Do me the courtesy of responding directly to my questions.”

Again the silent communication between the two at the console. Apparently, they’d been flying together so long, telepathy wasn’t necessary.

“Dead air,” Captain Huggins replied shortly.

“Could they all be down below?”

“Not likely. There’s supposed to be a surface crew on duty at all times, unless a storm forces them under. The sky’s clear though.”

Victoria studied the sky skeptically. The atmosphere looked like mud from where she was standing. Dimly, in the distance, she caught a glimpse of shining metal. “There!”

Captain Huggins glanced at her and then followed the direction of her pointing finger. He frowned. “Looks like debris. Maybe they had a blow?”

They’d dropped low enough they were skimming little more than a few meters above the waves. Victoria saw now that there was an alarming amount of debris bobbing in the water. She focused her gaze on the horizon. “That’s it! Jesus Christ! What the hell!”

The habitat/mining rig had been under construction for over a year. The construction was to have been completed months ago. The last she’d heard, it had been reported 95% complete. Even from this distance, she could see it was a hell of a long way from that. Briefly, she wondered if somebody had just hedged on the numbers, or if it was even the main habitat she was looking at, but she realized fairly quickly that the size alone was evidence it could be nothing else.

It was the main rig all right, but something had battered the hell out of it.

Leigh shot a panicked glance at the captain. “Hurricane, you think?”

He shook his head. “Can’t tell at this distance.”

“They didn’t report anything?” Victoria demanded.

“We haven’t heard from the ground crew since mid-way,” Captain Huggins said reluctantly.

“Between Kay and Zeta Station?”

He looked uncomfortable. “Earth.”

Victoria fought a round with her temper. “You’re saying we haven’t heard from anyone on the rig in six months and you didn’t think it was important enough to wake me up and tell me about it?”

Huggins spared a moment to glare at her. “It was reported to the company. The company checked it out and gave me a go.”

“Where’s the report?” she asked tightly.

“In your quarters.”

Victoria strode from the cockpit and down the corridor to her cabin. A ten minute search unearthed the one page report—make that one paragraph. ‘Communications tower down. Proceed. Report repairs.’

Victoria wadded the report into a ball. They didn’t have a damned clue of what they were walking in to.

The company had already sunk billions into the project and had yet to pull the first ton of ore. It wasn’t likely they were going to pull the plug for something that could easily be explained away as equipment malfunction. She should have known that.

They could’ve diverted a damned probe, though. If they’d bothered to, they would’ve seen it was a hell of a lot more than equipment failure. The communications tower wasn’t just down. It was gone.

Feeling a fluctuation in speed, Victoria took a deep breath and dismissed her frustration. Purposefulness took its place. They were going to be caught up in repairs for months. If there was any money to be made, she was going to have to get the crew into high gear the moment they off-loaded.

And there would be money. She was determined on that. With her pay plus the bonus they’d offered for every ton she brought in over quota, she’d be able to retire from the company within two years if she could make it through two tours here. Six on, six off and then another six on. After that, if she lived through it, she’d be able to pursue her dream, find a quiet little homestead on the back side of nowhere and concentrate on perfecting her skills as an artist—particularly sculpting.

She’d had no confidence she had the talent to become a successful artist, which was why she’d accepted the fact that she’d have to earn a living and consider art no more than a hobby until she could afford to do otherwise. The upside to putting it on hold and building a nest egg first was that it wouldn’t matter whether she was talented enough to make a living at it or not. She could do it for the sheer joy of it. If she sold anything, fine. If she didn’t, she was still going to be OK.

It had seemed worth it to take high risk work that would ensure she could launch her career in art while she was still young enough to dream, but it was a goal she’d shared with no one. Even the mention of ‘retiring’ before thirty, to pursue a career as an artist of all things, would have landed her in the company shrink’s office for a psych evaluation. She might just as well claim she wanted to marry and stay at home to rear children. She wouldn’t be considered any more maladjusted.

As far as she was concerned, however, it was not only crazy to consider a full fifty with the company, it was downright suicidal. Whatever they might think, she had no intention of being stuck working for the damned company until they managed to get her killed on one of their low budget, high yield enterprises.

As usual, her focus on her ultimate goal brought her roiling sense of frustration under control. Leaving her quarters, she made her way down to the lower deck to check the crew’s progress.

As she strode along the upper corridor, something skated through her mind, almost as if someone had caressed her.

Victoria paused, looking around, certain at first that someone actually had touched her. She was alone though.

Except in her mind.

Raphael.

Irritation surfaced. With an effort, she closed her mind to his inquisitive probing. He had no right to intrude on her private thoughts, but he was beginning to do it with increasing frequency. She wondered if that meant he was growing stronger, or....

She dismissed the thought before it had time to fully form.

The project had hinged on a revolutionary genetic experiment. Genetic manipulation was almost as old as space mining and colonization. It was the most practical way to go about both mining and terraforming. A ‘perfect’ world was one in a million, or maybe a billion. Most of the worlds they’d found were fairly close to useable, but certainly not prime real estate. Genetic manipulation allowed the companies to ‘acclimatize’ miners and terraformers to the conditions, which minimized the danger to the workers and, purely coincidentally, also lowered the company’s expenses, since they didn’t have to supply the workers with environmental suits. It also enabled workers to produce better since they weren’t hampered by bulky suits and oxygen tanks, another plus on the side of the company, who seemed to suffer no moral or ethical qualms about the fact that the workers that underwent the genetic manipulations were generally doomed to live out the remainder of their lives on the planet they were designed for since very few ever earned enough money to pay to be acclimatized to Earth’s conditions once more.

KAY2581, or Kay as they called the planet they were about to mine, had posed a unique challenge. The ore they’d discovered was only to be found beneath the planet’s oceans. That in itself was not the only problem, or even the main one. The planet was so far out it would’ve been economically unfeasible to mine due to the cost and time involved in getting workers and equipment to the planet.

Someone in the company had hatched the brilliant plan of developing the deep sea crew in vitro, en route. They’d accelerated the growth beyond anything ever attempted before, and arranged to ‘install’ education and behavioral modification via computer through minute chips implanted in the embryos’ brain stems.

Victoria was appalled. They might be genetically enhanced, but they were still human beings. It was just plain wrong to grow them completely in a tube, without any human contact whatsoever, without even the opportunity to ‘grow up’—no childhood, no family, no friends—no life experiences. They might have been nothing more than androids for all the consideration that was paid to their innate humanity and the rights they should have been able to expect.

Six months into the trip, they were to be turned out to begin learning to interact—but only with each other. Her and her crew would still be in stasis.

How could they be expected to be able to interact with humans that had not been genetically altered as they had, or even relate to them, under such circumstances?

Their psychological profiles were to be carefully monitored, but that had given her little comfort. She’d insisted her chamber be set to wake her periodically so that she could observe their progress herself, but she was a long way from being convinced that the company’s decision had been a wise one.

Her first few attempts to communicate with them had been stonewalled. They were supposed to be able to communicate with each other and the ground crew via telepathy, but she’d come to the conclusion that that little part of the experiment had been a complete bust ... until she’d noticed Raphael.

It was hard not to notice Raphael. That wasn’t his ‘real’ name. The company, obviously deficit in the imagination department, had merely numbered the workers. But the moment she’d seen him she’d been captivated by the sheer beauty and symmetry he represented ... on a purely artistic level naturally. The master, Raphael, one of the greatest creators of beauty of all time, had come instantly to mind and from that moment on she had thought of him only as Raphael.

His perfection made it difficult to actually look directly at him, however, without going into a trance-like state of admiration.

He’d noticed she had trouble looking directly at him. Unfortunately, he seemed to have completely misinterpreted the reason for her discomfort. Somehow, she suspected that was one of the reasons he made no effort to hide his interest in her. He enjoyed making her squirm and, eventually, his preoccupation with her had led her to realize that the deep water crew was perfectly capable of communicating via telepathy. They simply had no interest in communicating with the two-legged, air breathing humans.

As she reached the lower deck, Victoria’s gaze went automatically to the tank that took up the majority of the space. Glass surrounded most of the holding tank where more than half her crew had been packed in like sardines in a can.

She stopped abruptly at the thought, realizing it was a poor choice of metaphor under the circumstances.

It’s the right metaphor, said an amused voice in her head.

Her heart seemed to trip over itself. Raphael.

He glided to the glass, his lips curled faintly.

It took an effort to block his telepathic probing, but she had found that she could, so long as she was warned ahead of time that he would intrude. And, if he was looking at her, he was almost certainly probing her thoughts.

Victoria allowed herself a brief glimpse of him before she focused her gaze on a spot below his chin. She couldn’t help but wonder where they’d gotten his root stock. She had never in her life seen a man so perfectly, flawlessly the persona of male beauty. His facial features were lean, sharply detailed, almost angular, from the classic lines of his nose, to his high, prominent cheek bones, to the clean line of his jaw. The one, tiny imperfection was a noticeable cleft in his chin, but even that seemed to enhance his disturbing good looks.

His arms and torso were magnificent. He’d been designed for strength and stamina underwater and there was little doubt in her mind that he was muscular enough to handle pretty much any situation he was likely to encounter.

His male member was just as masterful and just as disturbing, if not more so, but Victoria didn’t delude herself that it was in any artistic sense. She couldn’t help but wonder if it was by accident, or design, that the coloration that covered his lower body, almost like an elaborate, intricately detailed tattoo, dipped under his phallus, almost seeming to frame it. Certainly, the effect made it impossible to ignore his endowment.

It might be a fluke, but she had a sneaking suspicion that somebody in the genetics lab had a warped sense of humor.... Someone gay, or someone female.

The females hadn’t been designed in such a way—their breasts and their sex were ‘tattooed’, only the males were, apparently, designed for their shock value.

Somehow, however, she’d never really found the other males quite so ... disturbing, perhaps because they weren’t quite so well endowed?

The strangest thing about her discomfort, however, was that she didn’t recall ever finding herself in a situation where nudity disturbed her. Privacy was only for high pay officers in the company. The grunts who started at the entry level positions more often than not shared group quarters, which did not allow for excessive modesty. By year two, pretty much everyone had grown accustomed to bathing and showering with, or within view of, everyone else.

Nor was she without sexual experience. She had never really found a partner that inspired a lot of interest in sex for her, but the company required employees to share sexual favors, not necessarily as recreation, but to cut down on emotional stress and mating competitiveness. She had made it a point to participate at least often enough to keep her name off of the antisocial list—a determination to go up in the pay ranks in the company required a willingness to sacrifice individuality for conformity.

Unable to come up with a comfortable conclusion, she dismissed it, prodding her memory for the reason she’d decided to confront Raphael. Her irritation returned with the memory.

“You were probing my thoughts,” she said accusingly.

He gave her a look of innocence, but his eyes gleamed with amusement. Not I. One of the others, perhaps?

“I know it was you. I ... uh....”

The amused gleam was replaced by another emotion, one Victoria was at pains to ignore. Recognize my touch?

To her surprise and discomfort, a blush mounted her cheeks. “It’s hardly a touch,” she said sharply.

True. It’s far more intimate than a touch, he countered.

The comment made her careless. How would you know?

A slow smile curled his lips. You could always prove me wrong....