Blue Haven is a science-fiction thriller that explores what innovation can achieve—and destroy—despite the best intentions. King’s imaginative world-building and use of moral ambiguity make this page-turning novel a thought-provoking thrill that’s impossible to put down…
By Lisa King
Welcome to Blue Haven, the world’s most lucrative condo corporation—so exclusive that only five lucky residents live in this lush, tropical paradise, housed in a top-secret location.
Among them is twenty-five-year-old Aloe Malone, an introvert and former waitress who traded bussing tables for lengthy sleep-ins, ocean dips, Michelin-star restaurants, spectacular sunsets, and unlikely new friends—all thanks to a spurious lottery win.
Life’s good.
Damn good.
That is, until Aloe discovers a journal.
Seemingly left by a past resident named Eloise whose entries are both sad and evoking, Aloe quickly suspects there’s more to Blue Haven than meets the eye.
Her suspicions are confirmed when visions arise, gruesome hallucinations she can’t understand, followed by a strange yet familiar man lurking in places he shouldn’t. Something’s wrong. Or maybe it’s all in her head. Regardless, she vows to uncover the truth.
Except someone wants to keep her quiet, and it’s the last person she ever suspected.
Blue Haven is a science-fiction thriller that explores what innovation can achieve—and destroy—despite the best intentions. King’s imaginative world building and use of moral ambiguity make this page-turning novel a thought-provoking thrill that’s impossible to put down.
Book Information
Release Date: May 31, 2022
Publisher: The Story Plant
Soft Cover: ISBN: 978-1611883206; 336 pages; $26.95; E-Book, $7.49
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Less than twenty-four hours earlier, Aloe Malone was sitting on a
tattered couch, a distinct eagerness coursing through her veins. She shivered;
her radiator was on the fritz again, sputtering from one side, cackling,
rendering her tiny bachelor apartment bone-cold uncomfortable. She curled into
a sweater, still freezing, slowly succumbing to the chronic, aggravating chill.
And then she laughed, her breath puffy with condensation. She’d
worked her last shift at the diner, and said her meager and limited
goodbyes—except the one owed to her crummy apartment.
“Sayonara, shithole,” she whispered under her
breath.
Now, she squinted into the radiant sun: hot
but not fierce, a tempered warmth that was perfect and satisfying. She pressed
her feet into the fairy dust sand and gave her toes a wiggle. She’d never felt
sand like this before: white, delicate, possibly otherworldly, like it’d been
manufactured in a laboratory or harvested from another universe. Like someone
had broken one million hourglasses to populate this beach.
She turned to her personal concierge, Amir.
“Is this … real sand?”
Surely, it couldn’t be.
He nodded. “Real indeed. One of the many
reasons we chose this location.”
This location: a mysterious venue somewhere on planet Earth. She’d love to know
the actual coordinates and considered asking (for the third time) but
confidentiality was part of the deal. If you wanted to live in the world’s most
lucrative beachfront community, secrecy was paramount.
Still, she dug her toes deeper into the cushy grains. What
part of the world produces sand like this? Aruba? Somewhere in South Asia? The
Philippines?
She stared skeptically at Amir. His natural tan and dark features
were clearly exotic. And his name, Amir. Was that Arabic?
“Aloe?” He touched her arm. “Are you feeling okay? You look a bit
dazed.”
Her mind floated back. “Yeah, sorry. Still a little groggy.”
“That’s a very common side effect,” he replied. “Rest assured,
you’ll be back to normal in a few hours at most.”
She nodded, somewhat attuned to the aftermath of drugs slugging
through her arteries. The whole “going under” aspect had been daunting: a white
mask, followed by slow, deep inhalations; counting down from ten, as requested;
waking somewhere new and unknown— though it made good, logical sense. How else
were people supposed to fly to a top-secret paradise without discovering its
whereabouts?
Besides, look at this fucking view.
The oceanfront, steps away, was a prism of blue light. Turquoise lapped at the
shoreline, fading to a sumptuous cerulean. The sky was a lovely robin’s egg,
swept with long, lazy clouds. Her eyes found the horizon. There was nothing in
the distance, no islands, shorelines, or glimpses. Just pure, unadulterated
space.
Aloe turned to the billowing palm trees swaying in her periphery.
Not an imposing number, just enough to provide a calculated amount of shade.
Unlike other beaches she’d visited, Blue Haven’s was devoid of human life; and
that, was its true appeal. No sandcastles or shoddily impaled umbrellas or
squawking birds begging for scraps of potato chips. Blue Haven was a
stock-grade computer background that didn’t exist in real life—except it did,
to her absolute astonishment.
“Paradise,” she looked at Amir and smiled. “Y’all weren’t lying.”
“We aim to please,” he replied. “Go ahead, test the water. Dip
your toe in. We’ve installed top-of-the-line thermoregulators to ensure the
perfect temperature. Always.”
“You’re heating … the ocean?”
“Only as required.”
“Wow,” she replied, stepping forward.
A wave drifted over her toes, warm as bathwater, and she instantly
unwound. A salty gust of air filled her lungs, causing her chest to lift.
And just like that, the unshakeable sense of irresolution that’d
been following her for years was suddenly gone. All that mattered was here and
now—this moment.
“How’s the temperature?” Amir asked.
She returned to his side with a lightness in her step. “Perfect.”
“Excellent.” He tucked a fuchsia hibiscus behind her ear, and for
some reason this motion summoned a pang of guilt. Her stomach lurched, and the
weight of her body returned.
Did she really deserve this new life?
The answer was clear and undisputed. Of course not. No cognizant,
twenty-five-year-old could honestly admit otherwise. She’d simply gotten lucky.
Then again, who was she to contest the force of luck?
“Are you ready to continue with the tour?” Amir asked.
She took one last glance at the ocean, nodding. The view was
dreamy, glorious, enchanting—beyond any adjective she’d ever learned. Maybe she
didn’t deserve this life, but it had found her. The only choice now was
acceptance.
Even if Blue Haven seemed too good to be true.
Lisa King is a Canadian fiction author and researcher whose work on veteran mental health has been published in numerous academic journals. She holds degrees in psychology and neuroscience, both from Western University. Aside from writing, she enjoys family outings, ample coffee, and unapologetic napping. She lives in London, Ontario with her husband, daughter, and wonky-eyed cat.
Her latest book is the adult science fiction/psychological thriller, Blue Haven.
You can vist her website at www.AuthorLisaKing.com or connect with her on Twitter and Instagram.
