He’s looking for normal, but has he found Mayberry or Middle Earth? The Paramortals have a saying, “One meets his destiny on the road he takes to avoid it.” Our new sheriff stated it thusly: “Paramortal, my as$!”
Isn’t it just like a man to exit a relationship when he finds out a woman has a few little secrets? The last time I’d seen my almost boyfriend, Jack Lang, a series of shocks had sent us both reeling, and he got his first glimpse of my Paramortal “talents” – a few measly bolts of lightning aimed at his—in his general direction. The scant information we’d given him was like a snow crystal on the slopes of the Alps, or like a raindrop in a vast ocean of… extra-normal details.
I tend to think in weather terms since I’m a Tempestaerie, though I’ve denied my heritage for nineteen years—ever since my father died, my mother withdrew, and I was left to raise my brother, River, a Djnni like our father. Sheriff Lang is finally on board with our search for my missing brother but time is running out. In the course of the investigation we’ve gone from attraction to suspicion, support to friendship, romance to oh-my-god-get-away-from-me revulsion.
Jack’s an ex-Navy pilot. He says he wants to know “everything”. My ex-lover and guardian, Dylan McGuinness, says after we answer Jack’s questions, he’ll either join us, or grab his daughter and take the first jet out of Middle Earth.
He may help me save my brother and discover the whereabouts of my parents, but I doubt he’ll still want to take me to the Mardi Gras ball, once he knows “everything”. There’s a lot of everything…
“You vill meet a dahk dangerrous sttrrangah…” Aurora predicted at the Mardi Gras ball, and as if someone left their Swords of War video game on share in a parallel universe, he walked in. Conor de Sept Flambé, with his bronzed muscles and armored boots, the distinctive leathery tattoos across his shoulders, and two massive, deadly looking swords.
“Where did he get those swords?” Montana asked, drooling. She’d been unable to force her eyes away from him all evening. Then he’d walked across the ballroom floor, parting the crowd like Moses through the Red Sea, and asked her to dance. Turns out, he’s quite the music lover.
He said he wanted to show her some of his moves. Right! Her Dinnshencha warrior wasn’t born yesterday… There’s more to this Knight than meets the eye—and he’s already quite an eyeful—more to his appearance in Destiny.
With Paramortals losing their abilities, and dispositions going AWOL, Sheriff Jack Lang wants to know who will be left standing beside him when the Para-moon begins. If Flambé is what Jack thinks he is, their side might have a chance. If not, they’ll be in deep… trouble. Where’s an F-18 when you need one?
Strap in! ‘cause it’s a wild ride through Destiny, or should I say Middle Earth…
Five months ago, Sheriff Jack Lang would have sworn there were no such things as vampires, tempestaeries, djinn or dragons. That was before he met Tempest Pomeroy, his sexy redheaded mail lady and trouble magnet. He’d fallen for her before he found out about her “special abilities”. But that wasn’t what turned his life upside down. No, to say Jack’s world had gone FUBAR was like saying Wolverine’s fingernails were long enough for a manicure.
Tempe had been afraid her supernatural nature would be a problem for Jack, who’d mistaken Destiny for a “normal” safe small town, but that didn’t explain why he’d left her in favor of haunting the highest levees in the parish. She knew he’d received a shock, but what was it going to take to get him to return to his life and to her? A stubborn man is one thing; a grumpy, depressed twenty-ton dragon is a bit more of a challenge.
Readers who like Kristen Painter, Darynda Jones or Molly Harper’s small town paranormals and quirky characters will enjoy Livia Quinn.
Hero, or pretender?
The tall, dark and deadly looking mercenary Delilah Burke confronts at the robbery scene is sexy as sin, and apparently “saved the day”, but is anything about him real?
Ex-Navy officer Luc Larue knows how it looks when the sexy cop and her partner respond to a silent alarm at the grocery where he stopped for a six-pack after work. Luc’s job with KPI requires certain…attire, and equipment.
Once she finds out what he does for a living, and that he’s not a real hero, she probably won’t agree to see him again, much less hear his proposition.
Each day reveals more to Del of the enigma that is Luc Larue. The guy is golden, perhaps too good to be true. Then, trouble arrives from out of his past and Del is faced with a choice – does she believe the evidence against Luc, or trust her heart?
He’s “the one” and everyone knows it but him.
Billionaire ex-soldier and CEO, Ridge Romano’s mission is to improve the lives of wounded veterans. With the big vote on his veterans bill coming up before Congress soon, how had he ended up on stage between two cover models with a hundred women shouting, “Take it off, Tucker!”? That’s the question his family and friends would be asking tomorrow. That, and “Who’s Tucker?” If he could only slip away without repercussions.
Buffy Calloway’s face and body were recognizable worldwide but the ‘face’ she’s looking for is the face of her franchise. Interviewing cover models at the D.C. conference, she finds ‘her man’. Tucker – the late arrival – has the ‘je ne sais quoi’ that will make her talent agency and photography studio an immediate success.
The Calloways have always known what they wanted and Buffy knows he’s ‘the one’. There’s just one problem. Ridge laughs at the notion of himself as a cover model. He has more important priorities. Who is Buffy to argue with such a noble cause, but she’s determined to show Ridge he’s underestimated the influence of a vast romance community.
Could this be the first time a Calloway was wrong?
Could his past get her killed?
You’ve killed him, Bad Brenna taunted. Brenna looked down the steps at the man lying motionless in the tropical downpour. I told you that silly phobia would get you in trouble if you didn’t get a grip.
Brenna knew she was right, knew it was exactly why Bad Brenna existed, to help her cope with the trauma that had turned her into a scared rabbit whenever lightning was in the forecast. But her anxiety over the approaching storm had been magnified by yet another premonition. Typically, it meant someone was about to die. Had she been the means, this time, of fulfilling her own prophecy? As usual there were no clear answers. She needed to start trusting her sixth sense if she was ever going to get rid of Bad Brenna.
What happened? He’d been dodging the lightning, fighting the wind and rain, looking for a place to hide…when he’d seen the faint glow in the distance. There was no answer at the door so he’d broken in, entered… and there she was, a beautiful Valkyrie. Wielding her sword, she screamed as she struck him—for no good reason—and then everything went black. Everything.
Book 7 in the Storm Lake series is a Contemporary Romantic suspense amnesia in the storm story and the first book set in Thunder Point.
Tis the season for second chances. . .
Beau has been avoiding homecomings, and the main reason is unavoidable this Christmas – Madison Hart, who’s loved Beau for most of her adult life. Since their breakup, whenever rumors surface about him returning home, Madison practically hyperventilates at the prospect of seeing him again.
Samantha Larue’s baby is three weeks overdue, and everyone is hovering including Jed, who ended their relationship over the summer because kids weren’t “in his future”.
Del needs to set a wedding date, but though bad guys don’t scare Officer Del Burke, Luc’s mother and five sisters do. She really wants to marry Luc; they just want to know when.
The Larue social media is all a twitter at the return of their hometown movie idol, Ducane Beauregard Larue and a visit by Raptors quarterback, Gino Manelli, at the only place to celebrate Christmas eve, the Romanos’.
This Christmas nothing could make Buffy happier than delivering a few surprises and helping the people she loves find love. Then, a Christmas eve miracle confirms what she already knows – that with a little nudge, all her love ones’ happily ever afters will happen in the not so distant future.