Book Tour – “Daughter Cell” by Jay Hartlove

Book Tour – “Daughter Cell” by Jay Hartlove



I’m happy to host the last stop in Jay Hartlove’s book tour for his new novel “Daughter Cell”.  Here’s Jay…

Mr. Wizard


Jay Hartlove has been writing professionally for over 30 years, starting in the gaming industry with Supergame in 1980. He writes banking compliance procedures by day, he blogs about spirituality, and he teaches seminars on the craft of writing. Two of his short supernatural stories have appeared in the Hugo Award winning Drink Tank. He has posted the research he did for The Chosen at Like The Isis Rising Trilogy on Facebook.

You can follow Jay at his website, his blog, Facebook, his personal FB page and also on Goodreads.

And here’s the brand new book!

Daughter Cell Final Cover


How far can you genetically alter someone before she becomes someone else? Before she loses her soul?


Leading genetic researcher Randolph Macklin wakes up in Malaysia to find a four month gap in his memory, his wife dead, and his daughter in a coma. As he and his psychiatrist Sanantha Mauwad unravel the mystery, they find nothing and no one are what they appear to be. Ancient cults collide with cutting edge science in this tale of too much power driven by too much passion.

You can buy it, right now, at Amazon, and also at Damnation Books.

And Jay has also provided an excerpt to whet your appetite for the book…

A moment later, the vision came back. She was a child, on a bike that was a bit too big for her. She was riding home from school through a suburban neighborhood. Home was at the top of the hill. Yes, now she remembered. Home was at the top of a grade that must have been six blocks long.

She kept hiking, looking down at where she was walking while her attention was turned inward, intent on retrieving the memory. She had no concrete memories of her childhood, and she really wanted to piece this one together.

She remembered finally reaching the top of the hill and turning into the driveway. She steered her bike up the sidewalk path to the front porch, and laid it down on the grass. The front door was open, and she went inside.

She smiled broadly at finally remembering so much detail. Her enthusiasm completely blotted out the exertion of the hike.

She recalled walking through the living room into the dining area. She heard her mom in the kitchen rattling pans. She felt really happy to hear that her mom was home. This confused her. It was as if it was a big deal for her mom to be home. She called out,

“Hi Mom! I’m home!”

She stopped hiking so suddenly she almost stumbled. A chill ran up her spine and tears came to her eyes. She blinked furiously as if that would make what she saw go away. She felt like she wanted to wake up from a nightmare, but she was already awake.

The woman who stepped out from around the kitchen counter to greet her in the memory was herself. All grown up. The same face she knew as her own. Cheri Macklin.



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