by Livia Quinn
He angled in by me, accepted the stylus, and signed in bold, totally unreadable strokes. Must be a doctor—a surgeon with those hands. I could see them performing surgery, stroking a woman’s cheek, moving across my skin, easing upward… I reached for the stylus and zap, chain lightning crackled along my heated nerve endings.
He’d felt it, too; his eyes elongated and flashed silver, focusing on me like lasers. Reality receded and the present went from brilliant and alive to gray, muted. Spinning dizzily, I felt as if my body left the porch and spun off into the clouds…
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Cry Me a River
Destiny Paramortals, book 2
Mayberry or Middle Earth? Sheriff Lang stated it thusly: Paramortal my a$s!
I recognized him… by the voice that had been likened to bellowing organs, crying out rain over the mountains to flood rivers, sending fire to create fear and move rock and earth.
Menori recognized the familial wind. She skyrocketed through my system, flushing the blood through my arteries. Impulses of neurotransmissions crashed and exploded like missiles in a giant conductor making the tendrils of her bonds loosen and stretch, preparing to strike.
If not for that…the man before me would have been a stranger—tall, massively built, bronze from head to black leather biker boots—think The Rock on mega steroids, and that’s before he goes Djnni.
This man had a heavy mane of burnished copper hair. The father I remembered was bald, but the last time I’d seen him, I’d been seven years old, and I’d been told he was dead. My heart felt like it was being clawed apart from the inside.
“Dutch.” Menori’s control made my voice calm.
“Tempest.”
Wait, motorcycle boots, black leather… “You! The rider who followed me, who watched my house, watched me come and go, but didn’t have the parental consideration, love or decency to knock on my door and reintroduce yourself…say, ‘oh, yeah, honey—you grieved for nothing, belittled your mother undeservedly and because of me your little brother may d-die!’ How about that, Dutch?”
I couldn’t stop it. I saw him cross his arms and set his teeth the second I unleashed the fury of my wrath at him.
On the periphery of my vision. I saw a protective shield rise like a dome over the picnic table and faerie guests who stood against the transparent barrier, gaping and pointing at the out of control weather witch. I glared at them, my eyes lit with a hot inner sunlight, and they scampered under the table.
“It’s me you’re angry with, daughter. Unleash your fury here!” He pounded his enormous chest and flexed hulking arm muscles.
As if those were the magic words, I came un-glued. Wind roared and slammed into him, but his body was like a mountain—immovable. Rain pounded in big fat drops and baseball sized hail fell on the backyard until he was standing in six inches of it, and still, he stood like a statue. Shards of ice bounced off his impenetrable skin.
I called lightning, big honking bolts of jagged blue that ripped across the sky and slammed into the ground at his feet. And closer. He deflected those, and smiled.
I raged. What could bring down a mountain—a flood, but he was not made of dirt. Frustrated I gathered menori around me and jacked up the speed of my spin, directing all of the rocks around the pond into menori’s new power.
He shouted. “No. Tempest.”
Before the small boulders went ten feet, he rose, his Djnn nature acting on instinct, making use of the pond to become a giant waterspout. I dropped the rocks and gathered the elements and aimed a straight-line wind in his direction. I’d break through that vortex and he would have to regroup.
“Tempe, my God, stop.”
My Tempestaerie rejected the human voice off hand. She was angry. Danger. I turned, and she aimed at…him.
Jack.
Eve of Chaos
Destiny Paramortals, book 3
“You vill meet a dahk dangerrous sttrangah…”
…Aurora predicted at the Mardi Gras ball, and as if someone left their Swords of War videogame on “share” in a parallel universe, he walked in. Conor de Sept Flambe´, the Dark Knight they’d dubbed him, with his dark gleaming muscles, the distinctive leathery tattoos across his shoulders, armored boots and magnificent flashing 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. Recognizing her diminishing strength, he offered to prepare her for the Chaos, twenty-four hours when many Paramortals would lose their power. There was more than just swordplay between them, and more to his appearance in Destiny.
With crazies coming out of the woodwork, 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 Flambe´ 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?
About Livia
Livia Quinn is a D.C. native living on the bayou in Louisiana. She began pursuing her dream of publication after a layoff and a little known event called Katrina in 2005. With several interruptions in her career, all involving weather, it’s only natural that storms would be at the center of many of her stories. She is a business owner and professional singer, salesperson, plant manager, computer trainer, and mail lady.
She has written eight books based in the communities surrounding Storm Lake—an infamous, though fictional lake in Southern Louisiana. She has never met a Tempestaerie or a sexy Aussie gem hunter, but she just met some hunky cover models so see…Anything Can Happen!
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