March 14, 2018
Review from NN Light and excerpt below:
Storm Crazy: A quirky paranormal romance (Destiny Paramortals Book 1)
Genre: Paranormal Romance, Romantic Comedy
Storm Crazy is a quirky paranormal romance—a world of dragons, storm witches (tempestaeries), shifters, vampires and fae, protecting mankind while searching for their fated mates in the Paramortal urban fantasy world.
Welcome to Destiny, or should I say Middle Earth…
I’m Sheriff Jack Lang. After an exciting career as a Navy pilot, Destiny seemed like the perfect place to settle down – safe, sane and secure. But that ship sailed when I met Tempest Pomeroy – sexy redheaded mail lady and trouble magnet. Tempe never fails to test the limits of my patience or the law. Every time I think it’s the last straw, up pops another haystack.
My name is Tempest Pomeroy, and my human job is delivering the mail. I’m also a Paramortal like my family, or I’m supposed to be. If I didn’t have a few little talents, I’d think I was adopted. To say I was having a bad day would be like saying Katrina dropped a little rain on New Orleans. My brother’s genie bottle is missing, my mother’s AWOL, and the sheriff and my ex-lover are squaring off like yard dogs staking a claim over a poodle. I am no one’s poodle. I’ve denied my heritage for most of my life but all this chaos is a sign of my quickening Tempestaerie power.
Oh, and the sheriff? He thinks he’s settled in a normal, quaint small town—like Mayberry?! We’ll see how that turns out… Things better settle down soon, ‘cause I’m about to go…Storm Crazy.
Here’s what fans of the Destiny Paramortals say after reading the whole series:
“This is my new favorite series!” “WOW…just wow!” “Ok, I’m hooked, Give me, give me, give me some more!!!
“Run don’t walk to the buy button. The Destiny Paramortals series is like a mini vacation away from the real world.”
“Tempest is one of the best paranormal romance heroines I’ve ever read. She’s funny, sarcastic, hard-working and has the power to wield storms with her fingertips.”
Books 1-6 follow the transformations of Tempest Pomeroy and Sheriff Jack Lang in their Paramortal arc and the growth of secondary characters like Montana and Conor, the black dragon.
The books should be read in order:
Storm Crazy, 1
Cry Me a River, 2
Eve of Chaos, book 3
Destiny Paramortals Boxset: 1-3
Blame it on the Moon, 4
Take These Broken, 5
Blood Moon , #6, coming April 2018
Review from NN Light:
Tempest is one of the best paranormal romance heroines I’ve ever read. She’s funny, sarcastic, hard-working and has the power to wield storms with her fingertips. Trouble seems to follow her around like a dog with a bone and it was borderline hysterical watching her talk her way out of a murder. But more than that, she’s multi-layered. She loves her brother, will do anything to find him and she’s trying not to fall in love with the sheriff. She’s got enough trouble and the forecast says it’s going to rain men around Tempest.
I loved Tempest! She’s the perfect strong fantasy heroine who harnesses the power of the weather. Her one-liners made me laugh hard. She has inner insecurities that only made me love her more. Her inner dialogue really makes the book enjoyable.
This is a great book one to a series. I enjoyed the minor characters as much as I liked the major characters. There’s plenty of conflict and the paranormal aspect to the story was original.
Caution: Read the books in order
Storm Crazy is filled with conflict, humor, Southern charm and romance. I loved the chemistry between Tempest and Jack (sheriff). If you’re a fan of Paranormal Romance, this is a must-read!
Favorite Character/Quote: “Think of something else—River, on his first day as a Djnni, Phoebe on my ninth birthday, Dutch… I stifled a whimper. I would not lose it in front of this man. He’d already seen me in too many compromising situations today. It would be one embarrassment too many.” ~Tempest
My Rating: 5 stars
I installed Pomeroy in the empty jail cell but didn’t lock it, although I was tempted to see if she’d try her hand-me-down skills on one of my locks. Pulling a case file from the desk drawer I remembered I’d promised to call Jordie.
The voice sounded like it belonged on a classic western, laced with tequila and cigarettes. I turned to face a tall man dressed in black. I could almost hear the cheesy “Good, Bad, and Ornery” music in the background. His name would have been Diablo.
I hadn’t even heard the door open. I thought of the covert operatives I’d met while serving in the Mideast. Intimidating, with his wet slicked black hair, dark eyes and stubbled jaw—this man would be hazardous to your health. His face held no expression, hands hanging loose at his sides, but I recognized a seasoned warrior when I saw one. Battle-ready.
“Dylan McGuinness, Special Investigator.” He pulled his black leather jacket aside to expose his badge.
What was he to Tempe? I wondered, as I pointed to the chair by the door. “Have a seat.”
He hesitated for a minute then, after taking stock of his surroundings, lowered himself onto the chair. Spring-loaded… dangerous… and proprietary were my impressions.
“What is your relationship with Tempest Pomeroy?” I asked and was blindsided by an irrational stab of… jealousy?
His lip quirked in tandem with an eyebrow. “What’s it to you? I’m here on official business, Sheriff…” he eyed the name plate on the desk, “…Lang.” I didn’t know the man but felt an instinctive dislike and distrust. What was his association with Tempe?
“State your business then—McGuinness, was it?”
I wasn’t sure how it happened, but we seemed to be in some kind of pissing contest. “Ms. Pomeroy didn’t have a phone call so how did you know she was here?”
“Why didn’t she get a phone call, if you’ve arrested her?” His thumb and index finger rubbed his whiskered chin and it wasn’t lost on me that he hadn’t answered my question.
I was feeling a perverse sense of non-cooperation. I didn’t just not want to answer. I wanted to have it out with Diablo…take it outside, so to speak. Where was that coming from? Talk about irrational. And I prided myself on my rationality. I regrouped.
“She’s not exactly arrested—yet. I’m still thinking on it.”
McGuinness’ narrowed eyes failed to conceal the workings of his quick lethal mind, and if I guessed correctly, a fondness for my prisoner. Her comment about misplaced trust came to mind, and I felt myself bristle. I made fists under the table trying to push down the ugly green emotions roiling up inside me. Once again, I had nothing to go on, but my instincts were screaming in his presence.
“So, what do I have to do to spring her?”
“Depends. If you can keep her away from my crime scene, I’m tempted to let you have her,” I said, with implied double meaning.
He nodded. “I might be able to handle that. She has a sit-to with her boss in less than an hour, and if she doesn’t end up suspended, she’ll be busy working all day. I have to get a couple statements from her this evening or tomorrow.”
I winced as I remembered her comment about being fired over picking up Jordie. “How well do you know her?”
McGuinness’ head tilted, and he hesitated before answering. One black eyebrow arched, he asked, “What’s it to you?”
Ah, there it was.
“Just curious if you know her brother, River.”
He nodded. Contemplating again. This guy wasn’t one to run off at the mouth.
“I know River.” He inhaled, his shoulders relaxing finally. “I talked to Tempe earlier; she was concerned about him.”
Oh, she did, did she? “Why talk to you?”
“I guess she thought I might be able to help.”
“Again, why you? Why not the cops, her mother?”
“I was a friend of the family.”
“Was a friend?”
“Am a friend.” McGuinness’ head tilted again, elbow on my desk. One big fist came up to casually prop up his chin. “Sheriff, is this going somewhere? Should I be calling a lawyer?” The man didn’t rattle.
“You know about the body we found at the clubhouse.” It wasn’t a question. I got the feeling he knew a lot more about this whole situation than I did.
“I was in touch with her because of UM’s involvement and an ongoing investigation that happened prior to this incident. When I talked to her, she was upset that River hadn’t shown up on his job site, yesterday morning.”
“So her concern about her brother has something to do with this stolen amphora?”
Oh, he was good. There was just the slightest flash of—alarm? Recognition? It was gone so quickly I wondered if I’d imagined it.
“His amphora probably went missing about the same time he was last seen.”
I would come out better questioning the unskilled liar in my cell than this P.I. But even pros slip up now and then. He’d known when River was last seen.
“When was that?” I asked.
“The contractor said his man saw him Sunday night at the Wasted Turtle.”
“Well, he’s probably sleeping it off somewhere, then.”
“Apparently you’ve never met River.”
There was another space in time where we marked our proverbial territories, then I asked, “Work undercover much, McGuinness?”