Grav. Attraction Launch Party – Brain Issues & Excerpt

July 21, 2014

So…brains…

I think a lot about neurological issues. Some of the obsession is personal since my own immune system is trying to eat my brain, but most of it has to do with the astonishing biological mechanism itself.

Some amazing brain facts, you say? Sure, always happy to oblige.

  •  Your skin weighs twice as much as your brain. Yep. Truth. The average brain weighs about three pounds
  • There are no pain receptors in the brain itself. There certainly are in your head, but not your brain.
  • Humans continue to make new neurons and new connections throughout their entire lives in response to mental activity. Exercise your brain!
  • Language learning alters the structure of the brain. Children who learn two languages before the age of five develop much denser gray matter as adults. (Dense in a good way.)
  • Brain waves are more active while you dream than while you’re awake.
  • Research shows that humans carry genes that help protect the brain from diseases contracted through eating human flesh, so it’s more than possible that we used to eat each other.

 

Why all this brain talk? Has Angel finally slipped a gear? No, no, as usual, I have an ulterior motive. My new release, Gravitational Attraction, has as one of its main themes the amazing capacity of the human brain to adapt and to change. Both of the main characters have, each in his own way, a brain that’s his own worst enemy and one of those brains has developed potentially deadly talents.

Brains. Putting the weird in weird science.

funny

Excerpt:

 

A terrible jolt yanked him from the dark. Shchfteru. Agonized screams. Rage coursing through every nerve. The white… blinding white… imploding suns… the terrible silence…

 

He had no wish to open his eyes again. There had been a face, a beautiful face, but he must have dreamt it in his madness. The silence remained. If he opened his eyes, he would see the cell again, the blood drenched walls, the gray horror of his floating tomb. No. Better to keep his eyes closed and see again those dark eyes set against flawless golden skin.

 

Wait. Sound. The soft sound of even breaths drawn. Not alone. Sweet spirits, I’m not alone.

 

His eyes flew open to find a miracle staring at him from across the room, the same lovely face from his vision. It must have been true. His body felt warmer and no longer as if he might go mad from thirst. Rescue… perhaps. But he needed to be cautious.

 

“Hey.” The beautiful, golden-skinned man spoke, his smile reaching his raindrop-shaped eyes. “You recognize me?”

 

He could only stare, hesitant to believe the evidence of his senses. They had lied to him before in recent days.

 

“You have a name?” The voice rivaled the face in beauty, soft and warm, caressing his exhausted mind. “All right, we’ll start with mine. I’m Isaac Ozawa. And I guess I could just call you the Marduk Rescuee, or maybe Ishmael—”

 

“Ishmael?” The word caught in his dry throat, barely a rasp.

 

“Yeah, you know, the sole survivor? And I alone survived to tell the tale? Oh, never mind. But it would be nicer to have a name.”

 

He swallowed against the rawness, trying for more of a voice. “Turk.”

 

“That’s your name? Turk?”

 

He nodded and watched in fascination as Isaac shook his head, dark hair fanning his cheeks.

 

“Of course it is. No soft sibilants or lingual sounds for you. Oh, no. Nothing but hard, strong sounds. You probably have a last name that would hurt to say.”

 

Turk drew a slow breath, trying to keep up with events. His head ached. “Always… talk so much?”

 

“Only when I’m nervous or pissed off.”

 

“Which?”

 

“Which is it now? Oh, nervous, definitely.” Isaac shifted, head cocked to one side. “Not that strange men usually make me this nervous.”

 

“But… I do.” He forced his attention away from the captivating face. Isaac was in uniform, burgundy with gold piping. He couldn’t match the colors with any unit he knew. Whose hands had he fallen into? “Water?”

 

“Oh, shit.” The beautiful smile fell. “Of course you want water. Damn. Hang on.”

 

Turk eased his head back to the bed, waiting. Something pinned his hands and feet. In his weakened condition, he had little hope of breaking a magnetic or even a physical barrier. Isaac came back into view, water bottle in hand. A sharp, electric jolt ran down Turk’s spine when an elegant, golden hand slipped behind his head to help him drink. He had no business thinking about those hands.

 

“Better?”

 

“Thank you.” Why did he have to be so kind? It would make what he had to do so much harder. He closed his eyes on a sigh, gauging the remaining strength in his wasted body. “Back hurts. Need to…”

 

“Stupid restraints,” Isaac muttered. “They should’ve at least left you one hand free so you could shift a little.”

 

He chewed on a sensuously full lower lip, considering, as Turk watched in helpless fascination. Isaac’s jaw clenched as he seemed to come to a decision. He reached over and pressed the pad to unlock Turk’s left wrist.

 

The moment he regained movement, Turk lunged. He seized Isaac by the throat, applying enough pressure to constrict his airway.

 

“What unit? What battle group? Whom do you serve?”

 

Isaac’s fingers scrabbled at his hand, his eyes wide and desperate. “Don’t… please…”

 

“Who are you?”

 

“Not… military,” Isaac choked out, his coloring edging up from pink to crimson.

 

“Liar,” Turk growled. “Implant. Fighter pilot. Behind your ear.”

 

“Ex-Altairian… fleet…” Isaac gasped, struggling to pull away. He was strong but not large enough to break Turk’s grip. “Bad… implant. Discharged… this is… commercial ship… courier…”

 

His eyes rolled back and his body went limp as if someone had stolen his bones. Turk let him slide to the floor, his heart racing. With his free hand, he unlocked the rest of his restraints and rolled to peer over the edge of his bed. Isaac lay crumpled on the decking, the shadows of his thick, black lashes caressing his cheeks.

 

No insignia, no rank designation, a courier ship… what have I done?

 

 

About the Author:

 

Angel Martinez, millionaire heiress and international woman of mystery…what? Why are you laughing so hard? *sulks* Fine. Angel Martinez is the erotic fiction pen name of a short, middle-aged mom who happens to write between evil day job duties and mom duties. She lives in northern Delaware with her hubs, son, and two cats and someday wishes to build a utopian city on the moon. (It’s a dream, all right?)

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7 Responses to “Grav. Attraction Launch Party – Brain Issues & Excerpt”

  1. Sula says:

    Hi Angel, love the extract and I can give you some facts & myths about the brain.

    Myth 1: We use only 10% of our brain – Fact: It’s not really true. We have 100 billion neurons constantly working and the brain is full of other types of cells that are continually in use. Brain scans have shown that no matter what we are doing are brains are always active and is even more active when you are asleep.

    Fact: Men do in fact have bigger brains than women. The average human brain weighs in at 2.7 pounds, or 1,200 grams, which is about 2 percent of our body weight Males, though, have about a 100 g advantage after accounting for differences in total body weight.

    Question: Does size really matter and do men have a valid point when they claim to be smarter with their bigger brains? On first glance, one might think so, because the way that we humans differentiate ourselves from our earlier primate ancestors is by our bigger brains. But if bigger is better, does that mean we are only slightly smarter than a walrus, which has a brain weighing 2.4 pounds (1.1 kilograms), and much dumber than a sperm whale, which has a whopping 17-pound (7.7-kilogram) brain!

    I look forward to being made welcome on the dark side of your utopian moon one day.

  2. Mwahaha! Total dark side domination! Oh, wait, no I’m supposed to be the good, gentle ruler if it’s a Utopia. Hmm.

    The 10% thing is the myth that makes me craziest – stop saying that, people! Stop it! And the male/female brain thing? You know the guys are using the extra mass for watching porn.

  3. Sula says:

    Got another interesting fact for you:

    Quotes from the Cambridge University Study (10/07/2014): Internet porn addiction mirrors drug addiction. The long-awaited Voon study highlighted in the UK documentary “Porn on the Brain” is finally out. As expected, Cambridge University researchers found that compulsive porn users react to porn cues in the same way that drug addicts react to drug cues. But there’s more.

    Compulsive porn users craved porn (greater wanting), but did not have higher sexual desire (liking) than controls. This finding aligns perfectly with the current model of addiction, and refutes the theory that “higher sexual desire” causes compulsive porn use. Drug addicts are thought to be driven to seek their drug because they want – rather than enjoy – it. This abnormal process is known as incentive motivation. This is a hallmark of addiction disorders.

    The other major finding (not reported in the media) was that over 50% of subjects (average age: 25) could no longer fully satisfy their partners but could achieve satisfaction themselves via porn.

  4. H.B. says:

    Thank you for the interesting facts. I knew one or two if them but the rest were new and it was interesting facts.

  5. Eek! That’s kinda scary stuff :/

  6. Susan says:

    I used to live in northern Delaware and think we share the same immune issues. Coincidence or strange science? Thanks for the excerpt!

  7. Oh my goodness, Susan! Where did you escape to? I mean, Oh, I’m so sorry you had to move away. *cough cough* Perhaps they should do a study on us and they’ll find that MS is linked to living in proximity to certain chemical company sites. Won’t name any names, lol

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