The setting – New Orleans, Pernambuco, Brazil, and the opal mines of Australia.
One year ago, Antiquities dealer Elektra Charpentier lost the rarest opal she’d ever almost owned, and the only man she’d ever loved. Now he’s back.
Aussie gem hunter Cass McKay spent the last year searching for Elektra’s Blood Opal and a way back into her life, and into her heart. Now he has it. And he doesn’t intend to lose her again, because without her, he’s U n d o n e
No one steals from Cass, especially not when it cost him the woman he loves. One year ago on the eve of Carnival, Elektra broke their engagement after the “Blood” opal was stolen from them. But Elektra’s reason for breaking their engagement has now come back to bite her. Cass intends to return to Brazil, putting himself in danger to retrieve her opal, in the hope that Elektra will give their relationship another chance. Staying out of Cass’ bed isn’t an option if she’s going to keep him safe, but coming clean might make things worse. Elektra is walking a tightrope between desire and deceit, and the truth will endanger not only their love, but their lives.
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.
***Storm Crazy is book 1 in the Paramortals world of tempestaeries (storm witches), dragons, shifters vampires and fae.*** Book five, Take These Broken Wings (October 2, 2016) completes Tempe and Jack’s um…series of epiphanies, .
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?
Jack Lang is up to his ‘six’ in alligators.
Who is he kidding? Alligators he could handle! Ragtag doesn’t begin to describe his band of heroes. With Tempe and the other Paramortals ill or incapacitated and the sudden appearance of creatures he’s never heard of before, will Jack be able to keep Destiny out of the hands of their enemies for the rest of the power down?
The Paramortals call it Para-moon, when the lunar moon and Cache´ coincide. It’s like flipping the breaker on the leylines that run across the west end of Storm Lake. For twenty-four hours most of the Paramortals have lost their ability to follow through with their mission as defenders, relying on their human brothers and others outside of the Para realm to protect them. It has to stop here or Jack and Tempe won’t have that future he’d just begun to want in the worst way.
Luckily, he has a dragon on his side and a few surprises up his sleeve. “Yippee, ki, yi!” …But a lot can happen in twenty-four hours…
Shocks and secrets abound as Jack and his frends defend Destiny during the Chaos.
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.
Welcome to Destiny, is it Mayberry or Middle Earth?
I’m Tempe Pomeroy, a Paramortal like my family. But 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. I turned to a human, Sheriff Jack Lang, a hunky ex-Navy pilot who believes he moved to a normal small town – like Mayberry – to raise his teenage daughter. Not. Once he gets wind of my true nature he’ll probably take the first jet out of Middle Earth.
Being the sheriff of a small quaint town like Destiny should have been a dream. Not. When my trouble magnet of a girlfriend turned out to be a storm witch with a djinni for a father and a group of supernaturals—vampires, dragons, witches and fae—for friends, I wasn’t sure I could stay. I had a teenage daughter to consider. I mistakenly thought that was the last straw, but apparently there was another haystack.
Welcome to Destiny — is it Mayberry or Middle Earth?
A series of strange events in Destiny have Tempest Pomeroy reeling. Between her Djinn brother missing, the body she discovered in the clubhouse, and her quickening Tempestaerie powers approaching, not to mention all the Alphas in her world going crazy, well… to say she’s having a bad week would be like saying Katrina dropped a little rain on the Gulf Coast.
Tempe is a mail carrier and a Paramortal like her family, but until now – with only a few measly talents – she thought she might be adopted.
There’s an immediate attraction between her and Destiny’s hunky new sheriff, ex-Navy pilot Jack Lang, who’s investigating the odd occurrences, but it won’t last. All the men in Tempe’s life leave eventually.
Oh, and the sheriff? He thinks he’s settled in a normal small town to raise his teenage daughter—like Mayberry?! We’ll see how that turns out… As the Para-moon approaches and more non-humans arrive in Destiny, will Jack stick around, or take the next jet out of Middle Earth?
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