Hidden Contempt is a unique romance novel with political thriller undertones that is set in the near future and packed with suspense.
Of the twenty government-backed, mini communities set up across the US, the Hawaii Society is the beacon set on a pedestal to showcase to all the world what The Societies Program has to offer the struggling young adults of the United States. Chelsea Coremon is elated to be numbered among the newly assigned residents of the coveted Hawaii Society.
She starts her journey in a high-speed, hydro-propelled pod across the Pacific where she enters a life of ease in a pristine, tropical paradise with a newly built, high-tech facility erected in the midst of a government-owned island off the coast of Hawaii. For months, Chelsea indulges in the spoils that The Society has to offer. However, under this beautiful facade, a sinister reality remains concealed at the heart of The Society. And when tragedy strikes, a spark of apprehension ignites in both Chelsea and The Society’s famous poster-child, and they secretly come together to uncover where The Society’s allegiances truly lie.
I never dreamed of becoming a writer, but funny enough, my decision to write Hidden Contempt did stem from a dream. I lay sleeping one night having a stressful night terror about the kind of work I have performed as a profession since 2010.
Beginning in college, I have worked in the live event industry as a video technician. It’s a job that I love, but before I learned to manage the stress of it, it was more of an addiction than a job. The adrenaline rush that accompanies live events is unlike anything else—every show is filled with moments of pure elation when things go right and moments of a devastating letdown when you miss a cue or a piece of equipment malfunctions moments before the program begins. Given these kinds of conditions, high stress often accompanies the job, and occasionally, bleeds into my dreams. That night in June 2017 was one such night.
In my dream, I was finding it hard to breathe as I watched the program on stage begin to go terribly wrong. I felt responsible. And as the dream continued, I watched parts of Chapter 7 and 11 unfold. I was intrigued by the unspoken premise of the dream. I was never told explicitly what it was—I just knew.