Spotlight: Lost Before I Could See by Victoria Molta

Navigating My Way Through Mental Illness

Self-Help

Date Published: March 28, 2025

Publisher: MindStir Media

Victoria Molta is a person who has lived with a diagnosed serious mental illness for over forty years. But more than that, she is a writer who has chronicled her life journey in her book, "Lost Before I Could See: Navigating My Way Through Mental Illness." In her book, she has chosen to write about her adventures and challenges, and though there have been setbacks, losses, and failures along the way, she never gives up. She continues to grow and learn, no matter how terrifying it can be to start new episodes of life with very little knowledge or experience, as well as a disability. She never ceases to go forward, with strength and courage, and wants the reader to know that whether living with a disability or not, life is hard. But the main point she wants to make clear is that she never gives up and never loses hope.

Victoria takes the reader on a kaleidoscopic tour beginning with her childhood in southern California, living in the San Gabriel Valley with her family. She describes her father's mental illness and alcoholism, and how, eventually, she succumbs to mental illness as well, as a young adult. She describes her family as one born of privilege and wealth, though definitely not exempt from tragedy and dysfunction. Through all her breakdowns and setbacks, she continues to rise and find meaning from chaos. From that, she develops empathy for people who have been marginalized by society and finds deep connections. In her 30s, she marries Bill, a man she had met in a halfway house where they both were living during the 1980s. It turns out to be a wonderful life partnership where they support each other in their work experiences as well as find joy in adventurous travel experiences.

Later in life, they buy a house and settle down near the shore of Long Island Sound with their rescue dog, Mandy. They appreciate the simple things in life. Peace that once seemed boring is now so appreciated because drama, which had dominated her life for so many years, no longer matters to her.

Excerpt

California Dreams

In 1963, my parents chased a dream to start a new life out west in the valley of the San Gabriel mountains on the outskirts of Los Angeles. I would see moving lights wave across the dark sky like a welcoming hand signaling a movie premiere. My parents chose southern California not to be stars but to gravitate to a place of make-believe; a place where they too could pretend.

I started my new life as a two-year-old playing in a wading pool or a sandbox in our backyard. My parents brought us to Disneyland for the first time. We also piled in the car to the beaches along the Pacific Ocean where the powerful waves crashed onto the sand like explosions.

As parents of three small children, my mom and dad made the decision to move away from tony Winnetka, Illinois on the north shore of Lake Michigan outside Chicago. Both sides of my parent’s families had originated from the Chicago area.

 I was born in Evanston, Illinois in 1961, two years after the birth of my brother Ben. My sister Amy was born two years after me. When she was an infant, my father had been fired from his position as a lawyer at a law firm in the city. After that, he agreed to work as a trust officer at the First National Bank of Chicago where his father-in-law was Vice-President. Unfortunately, my dad didn’t get along with his supervisors and colleagues. He fled to bars on his lunch breaks for several hours. He never fit in and was ultimately fired from that position as well.

So, my parents decided to make a geographic cure to California and start over in a new place with a blank slate without the baggage and high expectations from their prominent parents and other relatives. They could redefine themselves. They bought a luxury ranch house and settled in a wealthy town called San Marino. We were now halfway across the country, on the west coast of the United States.

From the outside, we fit in and appeared successful. We were of the same race, class, religion and educational background as most of the others; white, upper middle class, Christian, col-lege-educated. These classifications were what defined success in mid-20th century America. We appeared to meet the standards of the American dream. We were supposed to hold the key to the magic kingdom; open the door and the room was golden. We were supposed to have the power to do anything we wanted to do and be anything we wanted to be. We were supposed to be the leaders, the movers and shakers; or so it was drilled into the heads of people in our town.

I cherished certain memories of growing up in California. My maternal great-grandmother Mersey was the only one other relative who lived near our family. I loved her dearly. I also had many friends growing up including Bonnie, my best friend with whom I shared many happy experiences.

However, there were also underlying disturbances, turmoil and trauma. Beneath the surface of my own mind, trouble was brewing. Mental illness and inner disturbance, likely inherited from my dad, would ultimately take over my life and veer me in a direction I could never have imagined.

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About the Author

Victoria Molta is an author, mental health advocate, and television producer at East Haven Connecticut Public Television. With over four decades of lived experience with serious mental illness, Victoria brings a deeply personal and empowering perspective to her work. Her memoir, Lost Before I Could See: Navigating My Way Through Mental Illness, chronicles a lifetime of challenges, recovery, and hope.

Victoria holds a Bachelor of Arts in English from the University of Vermont and has written extensively about mental health recovery, housing advocacy, and social inclusion. Her essays have appeared in mental health journals, anthologies, and newspaper editorials across the country.

She was the first person in recovery to be openly hired by the National Alliance on Mental Illness (NAMI) in Connecticut, where she coordinated over 130 public presentations in a single year. She later worked as a peer mentor at the Yale Program for Recovery and Community Health and held support roles at mental health clubhouses, warmlines, and public housing sites.

Victoria also created and hosted the award-winning cable show You and Your Mental Wellness, highlighting the voices of Connecticut’s mental health leaders and community members. The show became a valuable resource and was featured on the Department of Mental Health and Addiction Services website.

She lives with her husband of over 30 years and their rescue dog, Mandy, near the tranquil shores of Long Island Sound. Today, she continues to advocate for awareness, dignity, and healing for all those impacted by mental illness.

Spotlight: Hero Ever After by Kait Nolan

Release Date: August 22

I never meant to be anyone’s heroine.

Not when I became the acting mayor of my hometown after the flood. Not when I kept my law practice afloat out of a booth in my grandmother’s diner. And definitely not when my secret romantasy novels went viral.

Nobody in Gibson Hollow knows I’m the author behind the pen name. And nobody was supposed to kiss me at that book convention—least of all my brother’s best friend, cosplaying the hero he doesn’t know I modeled after him.

Now Ramsey Shaw is back in town. Volunteering. Smiling at me like I’m not on the verge of shattering. Like he remembers the kiss. Like he sees the truth.

I’ve spent my whole life being strong. Quiet. In control. But for the first time, I don’t want to be any of those things.

I just want to be his.

In a town held together by hope and heart, it’s the people who show up that make it shine.

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Meet Kait Nolan

Kait Nolan is a USA Today best selling, RITA® Award-winning Mississippi author who calls everyone sugar, honey, or darlin', and can wield a 'Bless your heart' like a Snuggie or a saber, depending on requirements. She believes in love, laughter, and that tacos are the world's most perfect food. When she's not writing, reading, or wrangling family (both the two-legged and the four-), you can find her obsessively watching The Great British Bake Off. 

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Spotlight: Have You Seen Him by Kimberly Lee

For David Byrdsong, life is a series of daily obligations. An attorney, he lacks both ambition and the ability to commit to a long-term relationship with his girlfriend, Gayle. Abandoned by his family at an airport when he was eleven, he learned to blunt his feelings, despite his subsequent adoption by a loving couple.

Until one day, when David discovers his own face in a missing child ad. Suddenly driven to uncover the truth about his past, he is forced to tap into his inner strength as he encounters corporate conspiracies, murdered bystanders, and distressing suspicions about the only family he’s ever really trusted. David enlists Gayle's help—and the help of an unlikely stranger with secrets of his own—as he attempts to find his true family, whoever they are.

Thrilling, exploratory, and propulsive, Have You Seen Him is a story of lost identity, dangerous secrets, and a deeply personal pursuit of the truth.

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About the Author

Kimberly Lee, JD is the author of the riveting thriller Have You Seen Him. A versatile writer, editor, and creativity coach, she has a passion for nurturing the imaginative spirit and helping others reveal their own inner wisdom. Kimberly is an Amherst Writers & Artists affiliate and serves on its board. She is a certified facilitator of SoulCollage®, Journal to the Self, and Guided Autobiography, as well as a joyful meditation teacher and Groove Method provider. A teaching artist with Hugo House, Women On Writing, The Writing Salon, and Loft Literary, Kimberly has led events at numerous retreats and conferences. Recent collaborations include Esalen Institute, Omega Institute, Arts & Healing Initiative, the Expressive Therapies Summit, and Virginia Garcia Memorial Health Center. Kimberly’s writing has appeared in a variety of publications and anthologies, and she has served on the staffs of Literary Mama, F(r)iction, and Carve Magazines. Kimberly trusts in the magic and mystery of miracles and synchronicity, and believes everyone is creative and has unique gifts to share. Connect with Kimberly on Instagram @klcreatrix or at KimberlyLee.me.

Spotlight: Offside and Off-Limits by Kate O’Keeffe

(Love in Maple Falls)

Publication date: August 20th 2025

Genres: Adult, Comedy, Contemporary, Romance, Sports

Synopsis:

I survived chronic illness and a cheating ex. Surely I can resist one charming hockey player…right?

Clara
Working as the social media manager for a pro hockey team is all fun and games—until you trip into the arms of their biggest flirt during a livestream. Now the fans are shipping us, my boss is thrilled with the engagement, and I’m stuck dodging feelings for Cade Lennox, aka the certified charmer. The problem? My contract says he’s off-limits. My heart, unfortunately, didn’t get the memo.

Cade
I came to this small town to turn over a new leaf. But you know what they say about the best laid plans. All bets are off the second Clara Johnson literally stumbles into my arms and straight into my heart. She’s focused, loyal, and the most beautiful challenge I’ve ever met. All I have to do is prove I’m worth the risk.

Offside and Off-Limits is part of the Love in Maple Falls sweet hockey romcom multi-author series. It’s a forbidden love story between one flirty hockey player and the team’s social media manager in this small town romance with all the sizzle and chemistry, but none of the spice.

Welcome back to Maple Falls—the small town where hockey players fall in love! This is a multi-author series of seven full-length books that could be read as standalones, but we think you’ll enjoy them best in order.

Excerpt

Clara falls into Cade’s arms on the ice

“Oh, man, this is awesome!" Joel declares, holding my phone in his hands. "You guys look sick! Even you, Clara."

I let out a surprised laugh at Joel's comment when Asher calls, "And now turn!" and as I do my legs fly from underneath me, and my breath wooshes out as I scrunch my eyes shut, bracing for the impact of cold, hard ice against my poor, under-protected butt.

But the ice-cold contact fails to happen, and when my eyes spring open I see Cade, his eyes wide with alarm as large, strong arms pull me against his firm body.

He grins down at me as my heart beats out of my chest.

I tell myself it's because I almost fell, but being in Cade's arms feels...well, it feels pretty dang amazing.

Not that I'm going to tell him that.

"Thanks," I mumble, the heat rising in my cheeks as I gaze up at him, at total odds with the cold of the arena.

"My pleasure," he replies, and the way he says those two words sends a flash of something hot through me that I've got to work hard at resisting.

But resist it I must, no matter how good this feels.

I haven't been held by a man since Dwayne left me for my friend. And that was years ago.

I heave out a breath as I drag my gaze from his. I need to remember that this guy is a total player, and I don't mean just on the ice. He probably catches falling women in his big, strong arms every day of the week—and I bet most of them don't even bother to resist the heat this feeling elicits.

But I'm not one of those women, and I refuse to act on my physical attraction for this man. There are so many reasons, the non-fraternization clause in my employment contract being right at the top of that list.

Throwing away my new job because I'm attracted to one of the players? Not going to happen.

"You guys, I'm getting so many likes on this!" Joel calls out.

Wait. Likes?

I snap my attention to Joel, who's still holding up my phone, pointing it straight at Cade and me. "Cade, would you mind putting me down? Like now."

"I'll do you one better," he replies as he glides me smoothly back toward the bench, still holding me close in his arms. Holding me in one arm, he pulls open the door, and returns me to my feet—which I note are now trembling.

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About the Author

Kate O’Keeffe is a USA Today bestselling author known for her fun, feel-good romantic comedies brimming with humor, heart, and happily ever afters. A native of New Zealand, Kate has crafted numerous popular series, garnering a devoted international readership.

With a flair for witty banter and irresistible heroines navigating the ups and downs of modern dating, Kate’s novels showcase strong friendships, comedic entanglements, and the of course sometimes bumpy but always hopeful road to love.

When she’s not writing, Kate can often be found reading romcoms, binging her favourite shows, or spending time with her friends and family in the beautiful Hawke’s Bay region of New Zealand.

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Spotlight: The Second Chance Bus Stop by Ally Zetterberg

For fans of Frederik Backman and Phaedra Patrick, a heartfelt and moving multiple POV tale that follows Sophia, who’s trying to save her favorite uncle’s flower shop; Blade, a devoted son looking for his mother’s long lost love; and Edith, who’s trying to hold on to her memories for as long as she can, from Ally Zetterberg, author of The Happiness Blueprint.

Edith has Alzheimer’s. The idea that she might someday forget her son, her life, even herself plagues her constantly. So there is something important she must do before the disease robs her of her memories: she has to find Sven, the love of her life whom she was supposed to meet on a bus stop bench twenty-seven years ago and run off with, but he never showed.

Her son, Blade, is struggling to keep an eye on her, to keep her safe. His mother’s full-time caregiver, he resents the fact, if he’s being honest, that he gave up his career and most of his life to look after her. But what wouldn’t he do for his mother? Track down her decades old flame so that she has a chance to finally understand why he never showed all those years ago, before her mind fails her? Sure, he can do that.

Sophia is desperately trying to keep her business afloat. Her uncle — her favorite person in the world — left his flower shop to her and her brothers after he died, but she seems to be the only one interested in keeping it; they would rather sell. But she can’t let that happen, can’t let the memory of him and the times they shared fade away. All she has to do is land a big job, big enough to show her family not only is the business worth saving but she’s the one to do it. So when an opportunity comes along that takes her all over Sweden, she can’t say no.

They say life is what happens when you’re busy making other plans. While Edith is desperately trying to hold on to her memories, she discovers friendship in a young woman who sits with her daily at the bus stop. While Blade is looking high and low all across Sweden for Sven, he learns to embrace his relationship with his mother more fully and see her for everything she is and is not. While Sophia is fighting to keep her uncle’s dream alive, she comes to terms with the way her parents treated her as a child, and the therapies forced upon her in response to her autism diagnosis. Life is happening all around them, and it’s a delight to watch these different stories unfold, to watch how their lives change, all while they were busy with something else. And much like with life, there’s so much good to be found in these pages.  

Excerpt

Prologue

I’m sitting on the kerb of a cobbled pavement, not far from the bus stop, feeling as old as I am: sixty-four. And I have felt like I was waiting for something my entire life. Even as a child I’d stare out the window, expecting something where there was nothing other than the cars lined against the road and the black bin bag on the ground, uncollected, because Mother had gotten the day muddled again. At first I thought it was a sign that things would fall into place and I could simply put my life on autopilot until they did. Perhaps it was a psycho- logical thing. Lately I’ve come to accept it’s more likely my mind playing tricks on me. Old age? Some kind of progressive disease? Who knows.

There is a breeze today on Hornton Street. I’ve counted thirty-one chewing gums on the ground, varying shades of dirt-marbled pink, grey and coal-black. People come and go, and I try to look for patterns. I always find patterns in every- thing, much like some people see the face of Baby Jesus or George Washington in potatoes. There have been four blonde ladies, so a brown-haired one must come soon. Or three men have walked past, so a child should be coming next. I’m try- ing to figure out after which sequence of passersby the one I’m waiting for will appear. And what he will say? I have been through it in my mind a hundred, a thousand—more than that—times.

‘Hello,’ he might say. Or, ‘I’ve missed you.’ Maybe, ‘So this is where you are.’

I’d like him to simply say, ‘You came.’ Smile wide. Or perhaps with a serious face.

Of course, I know he won’t say any of these things. People never say what you expect them to.

While I’m thinking, someone does come up to me. It’s a gentleman who works at Whole Foods on Kensington High Street.

‘How are you today?’ He hands me a five-pound note and walks on before I have time to answer the question or ob- ject to the note now nestled in my hand. I’m not broke. I’m broken-hearted.

Only two more hours until home-time now, when I board the bus and head back to the warmth of my house where my son will lecture me until he decides it’s no use and gives up. I ate the plate of lasagne he’d left me before I headed out this morning (it was a better breakfast than the lamb stew we had last week), moved my crossword to a new place and left a half-drunk cup of tea on the living room table. I even pulled off and f lushed half a metre of toilet paper down the loo. Extreme? Trust my son to notice any little trace I leave behind. Like this, for all he knows, I’ve had a productive day at home, eaten my lunch and had a bowel movement. As long as I’m back before he comes through the door I’ll be fine.

I glance at my watch. It’s 15.14, on 8 June, 2023. I’ve been waiting twenty-seven years.

Sophia

Svedala

When you kiss someone, as many as eighty million bacteria are transferred between mouths. This is for a ten-second kiss. Don’t get me started on those long, slobby affairs that happen in, say, backs of cabs or on doorsteps after a fourth date. But waitit gets worse. Couples who kiss more than nine times a day (first of all, who are these people? Do they not have to work? Or like, eat?) actually share communities of bacteria. So you don’t just share a home, you also share a saliva community. Which is, to cite my teenage self, GROSS.

It’s all I can think of as the perfectly handsome man in front of me who’s just treated me to dinner and half a bottle of wine leans in and tries to slide his tongue between my lips. I press them firmly shut. Because, well, bacterial transfer. He kind of moves to the side to see if there’s an opening there, and I’m forced to twitch my face to withhold. He gives up, draws back and looks at me.

His name is Ed, and he has brown eyes and hair that kind of shines without any hair product. He likes travelling and cars, works for a digital creator brand and wouldn’t mind settling down with the right woman. He seemed great; I was even willing to overlook his very clear You don’t seem Autistic at all greeting. On paper he looks good for me, a twenty-five-year- old woman who has blue eyes and hair like unruly yellow straw, is taller than most men, owns her own f lorist shop and wouldn’t mind having her first boyfriend right about now. Or yesterday. In fact, I’ve been trying for God knows how long to have my first boyfriend. But looking good on paper doesn’t always translate to real life.

‘Are you okay?’ he asks, shifting his weight back and forth as if he needs a wee.

‘I am okay.’ Roof over my head, no ongoing war or con- f lict threatening my livelihood, and I just ate a bowl of pasta. Sure, I very much wish I had one and a half million kroners to buy my brothers out of my f lower shop so that it was mine alone, but I can’t claim to not be okay. I’d call my cur- rent mental state slightly unhappy, but then lots of people go through their whole lives that way. My mother’s words come to me: When there are those worse off, we don’t complain. Sure, there are those worse off—some single ladies may not yet have discovered the Le Wand 3.0 vibrator.

‘We had a good date just now. And the one before.’ He starts to recap our dating history. Which, although brief, has shown great promise. He has only a few annoying habits, chews with his mouth closed and, as opposed to the man I dated previ- ously who I spotted in the town centre wearing socks and crocs and thus immediately cancelled, wears sneakers.

‘Yes.’ It’s true. I’ve enjoyed getting to know him. I may have even fantasised about pushing my body against his, feel- ing my chest stop heaving for a moment, grabbing his hand and placing it somewhere I’m practically aching to be touched and—‘But somehow you’re not that into me . . . ?’

‘That’s not it, Ed.’

I realise I have to give a reason. And that when I do, this will be over. Much like my teenage years when I would sneak back into my parents’ house even before curfew, tonight I’ll go back to my f lat still unkissed. I don’t like labels. Like Autistic or control freak. Anxious. Eating disorder. OCD. Those types of things. Somehow I collected these kinds of labels throughout childhood the way others collected Brownie badges. Hence I’ve made it my mission to appear as normal as I can to avoid accumulating more of them in adulthood.

So here I am. With the chance to get rid of one of my most stubborn labels: unkissed. It’s meant to be good, isn’t it? Otherwise people wouldn’t brave the bacteria. The eighty mil- lion of them. An army. An invasion. Foreign bodies in my body. Well  okay, I wouldn’t necessarily mind that last one. Can we skip straight to it?

Ed leans in again, and I finally blurt it out, ending any pros- pects of Ed and Sophia ever creating a bacterial community or any other form of community.

‘I’m sorry. I can’t do this.’

‘It’s okay, we can take it slow. Just kissing.’ He leans in again, completely unaware of, and not intending to find out, what it is I can’t do. I put my hand on his chest, and it drums against my palm. I don’t like it. It feels too excited—like a dog’s tail wagging. Drumdrumdrum.

‘I don’t kiss. I thought I could, but it turns out I can’t. I wrote it in one of my messages to you?’

He looks genuinely confused.

‘I thought that was some pun or turn-on technique. Hot girl wants to skip foreplay? Any guy is all in and down with that.’

Great. Remind me to add it to The Autistic’s Guide to Life’s chapter on getting the attention of a man: How to make your quirk work and really turn them on.

‘Well, no, it’s an actual no to kissing.’ We stare at each other for an awkward minute, as if we’re children checking who will blink first. I think about placing a hand on his body but am not sure where I’d put it. I leave my arms hanging by my side. He attempts a joke.

‘Sure you’re not some kind of a prostitute?’

It’s not a funny one, so I don’t reply. He shifts uncomfort- ably on the spot.

‘The no kissing. You know, Pretty Woman? I thought that’s what working girls do to not get attached.’

‘Ed, I am trying very hard to get attached. However, I do not wish to attach my lips to yours. That is the point I am desperately trying to make here. All other body parts would be okay to attach.’

‘Gotcha. Erm, listen. I’m all for attaching stuff and all, but . . . we may have different goals here.’

I want to argue that no, we do not have different goals (we both want a relationship) but rather different paths and ideas about how to achieve them (no lips versus lots of lips). But then I think of all the inspirational quotes I’ve ever been fed that say things like Enjoy the Journey. I think how others are usually uninterested in my different-looking journey. And it’s clear Ed won’t be coming along with me on my journey.

‘I’m going to go now,’ I say. ‘Thank you for the dinner, the wine and the ice cream.’

I am about to turn around and leave him there when I have second thoughts. Kissing is essential for getting attached. I can’t meet someone and get them to like me without that part of the deal. I pep-talk myself. If this is what you need to do, then go and bloody do it, Sophia, I hear my uncle’s voice saying. I’m fairly sure he wasn’t talking about kissing men named Ed, but I think his words apply in this scenario too. I have tried a lot of things in order to advance my life, to become a happier, more fulfilled version of myself. The one thing I’ve failed to try so far is a relationship. And I’m convinced that it’s the answer to this nagging feeling of not quite having it all. It must be.

So I decide to try. At least once. I’m twenty-five and get- ting a little antsy, not for love and marriage and cute babies and getting to romanticise sleep deprivation. But for someone to like, hold and do those things with. I will look up how long bacteria live, and I will survive it. There’s always mouthwash. I have it at home. Perhaps if I do it once he will be satisfied, and we won’t have to do it again. Okay. Ready.

I lean towards him, and that’s all the encouragement he needs. Excited to have changed my mind, to have converted me, he puts his hand behind my head intertwining my long hair with his fingers, and I can sense all my follicles protesting. Then he ravishes my mouth. Devours it. Heads into battle, bending open my defence and rushing his army of bacteria in via a wave of saliva. He tugs at my bottom lip, and I stiffen. It’s wet and horrid, and my brain can’t anticipate where his tongue will move next so every touch is a bloody horrendous surprise. A shock to my nervous system and a complete sensory over- load. And there are so many tastes. A hint of fresh mint. Deep tones of arabica coffee.

It’s awful.

And in that moment I promise myself to never kiss anyone again.

This is the first and last time.

I’m Sophia, collector of labels, and my most recent one is Single—Unhappily—for Bloody Life.

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About the Author

Ally Zetterberg is a British-Swedish writer. She spent ten years working internationally as a fashion model before becoming a full-time mum. Being neurodivergent herself and the mother of a child with Type 1 Diabetes, she is passionate about writing relatable characters and representing those living with medical conditions in commercial fiction. She speaks four languages and spends her days doing her best not to muddle them up.

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Spotlight: Protopia by John Calia

Publication date: May 15th 2025

Genres: Adult, Dystopian, Thriller

Synopsis:

America’s cultural divide turns deadly.

When lifelong friends Olivia and Alexandra find themselves in opposing camps, the bonds of their friendship are tested like never before.

Olivia seeks solace in a socialist utopia that promises protection and belonging, but at what cost?

Meanwhile, Alexandra chases freedom. But can she survive in a community with few, if any, rules?

As their worlds collide and tensions escalate, secrets and lies threaten to destroy the foundation of their relationship.

Can they bridge the gap between them, or will their differences tear them apart forever?

In this gripping tale of loyalty, adventure, and human connection, the stakes are higher than ever. Protopia is a thought-provoking thrill ride that explores the power of friendship in a world on the brink.

If you devour the complex characters of Emily St. John Mandel or the visionary world-building of Octavia Butler, you’ll be captivated by this latest masterpiece by the author of the Amazon best-seller The Awakening of Artemis.

Excerpt

Chapter 1

As she gazed out at the ravaged landscape, Olivia Fletcher felt the weight of her exhaustion like a physical force dragging her down into the dusty earth. Five years of constant strife—of strategizing and problem-solving, of rising and failing—had all taken its toll. She longed for a life of quiet contemplation, of peaceful days spent in a garden or a library, free from the constant din of conflict.

But that life seemed as distant as a dream. The struggle between Cygnus and Elyria showed no signs of abating, and Olivia's skills as a mediator and leader were still desperately needed. She felt like a worn-out tool, perpetually called upon to fix the unfixable, to bridge the unbridgeable gaps between sworn enemies.

And yet, despite her fatigue, Olivia couldn't shake the feeling of inadequacy that had haunted her for so long. Was she truly making a difference, or was she just a band-aid on a bullet wound? Did she have the strength and wisdom to bring peace to this shattered world, or was she just a fraud waiting to be exposed? The doubts swirled in her mind like a toxic fog, threatening to consume her at any moment.

As the war drums beat louder, Olivia knew she couldn't afford to indulge in her uncertainty. She took a deep breath, squared her shoulders, and stepped forward into the fray once more. But the questions lingered, echoing in her mind like a whispered mantra: What if I'm not enough? What if I fail? What if...?

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A Brooklyn-born, recovering businessman, John Calia has been a naval officer, banker, entrepreneur and consultant. He began writing his blog “Who Will Lead?” in 2010 attracting more than 115,000 readers. The five-star rating of his first book – a business fable titled “The Reluctant CEO: Succeeding Without Losing Your Soul” – inspired him to keep writing. His fascination with artificial intelligence and its impact on society inspired him to write “The Awakening of Artemis.”

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