Tuesday, April 15, 2014

Guest Author: Nicole Pouchet

Waiting for Super Powers

I have a confession to make. I’m still waiting for my super-hero powers to manifest. They didn’t develop at puberty. And I watched enough X-Men cartoons to be pretty disappointed when I got extra bodily hair but no Storm-like weather manipulation skills at 13.   

So, I wrote my own characters with their own kick-ass super-powers. My paranormal romance series, Elemental Myths, follows four women who discover they’re each guardians of one of nature’s elements—wind, fire, earth, and water. 

Their powers become clear when they meet their mates. (It’s a yin-yang thing, not a “dependent on a man” thing.) As I wrote the first book, Layla’s Gale, A Paranormal Romance, I realized that I could go quite far with this concept. The big question is which of these powers I’d want for my very own if the gods finally correct their error in making me a muggle.

Layla gets to control the wind. This is the substance that’s all around us. So, with that power, she can cause freak storms, stop horrible accidents, push anyone anywhere, run really fast, fly… the options are limitless! 

That should be the obvious choice, but now I’m writing about fire for book 2. And, I must go with the power to control fire and heat. Besides never having to be cold again, Cadence, the fire elemental, ends up guiding everything that heat can possibly affect. She doesn’t just start fires; she can manipulate electrical circuits and heat any substance to any temperature. In one scene, Cadence accidentally increases an entire audience’s libido. 

Yes, fire is the definite choice for this non-practicing pyromaniac. 

Check back when I’m writing the story of Riley, the earth elemental. I’m sure she’ll have some fun with the stuff that’s under our feet at all times (even if it’s floors and floors below). And, to the final elemental’s benefit, water is present in 75% of the planet and our bodies. The possibilities are endless!

About the Author

Nicole Pouchet’s paranormal romance series, Elemental Myths, began with Ceiba’s Grace, A Paranormal Romance Novella, published in December 2013. Book one of the series, Layla’s Gale, A Paranormal Romance, is available now on Amazon. Publishers Weekly said Nicole Pouchet “provides an intriguing blend of the earthly and supernatural worlds with emotional telepathy, reincarnation, superhero-like powers, and explosive carnal energy.”

Find the Elemental Myths series on Amazon, published by Difference Press!

You can keep up with Nicole and her Elemental Myths world on Facebook, on Twitter, and on her author website.

Layla's Gale: A Paranormal Romance 
(Elemental Myths Series)
by Nicole Pouchet

Series: Elemental Myths Series
Paperback: 296 pages
Publisher: Difference Press, The (March 12, 2014)

Kindle Edition
File Size: 3099 KB
Print Length: 296 pages
Simultaneous Device Usage: Unlimited
Publisher: Difference Press (March 31, 2014)
Sold by: Amazon Digital Services, Inc.

About the book:

Life is finally on track for fledgling stage actress Layla Cohen until she realizes her gorgeous new director, Sebastian, is the star of the erotic dreams which she's been having for months. She could handle the uncomfortable work situation if not for the further evidence she's losing her mind: The wind suddenly whooshes at her command; memories of a past life emerge; and she's sure someone is trying to kill her. 

Meanwhile, director Sebastian Tawanti is steering his small D.C. theater company into the big-time with his Incan mythology-based play. The culmination of his life's work, he won't let anything stand in the way of his play's success--not his mother's objections, not the inappropriate heat he feels for Layla, and not even the mysterious, empathic symptoms he's experienced since meeting her. 

As Layla and Sebastian struggle with new love and burgeoning power, a sinister force unravels to fulfill an ancient prophecy. Will they learn the truth behind the Incan script in time to save their lives, the love they're destined to share, and the future of humanity?

Monday, April 14, 2014

It's Monday! What Are You Reading?

"It's Monday! What are you reading?" is a fun meme hosted by Sheila @ Book Journey. This is where we share the books we have read the last week and our reading plans for this week.

Stalking and restraining orders are a thing of Alayna Wither’s past. With her MBA newly in hand, she has her future figured out—move up at the nightclub she works at and stay away from any guy who might trigger her obsessive love disorder. A perfect plan.

But what Alayna didn’t figure on is Hudson Pierce, the new owner of the nightclub. He’s smart, rich, and gorgeous—the kind of guy Alayna knows to stay away from if she wants to keep her past tendencies in check. Except, Hudson’s fixed his sights on her. He wants her in his bed and makes no secret of it.

Avoiding him isn’t an option after he offers a business proposition she can’t turn down and she’s drawn further into his universe, unable to resist his gravitational pull. When she learns Hudson has a dark history of his own, she realizes too late that she’s fallen for the worst man she could possibly get involved with. Or maybe their less than ideal pasts give them an opportunity to heal each other and finally find the love their lives have been missing.

An old flame rekindled . . .

Zara Cinders always knew Ham Reece was the one, but he wasn't interested in settling down. When she found someone who was, Ham walked out of her life. Three years later, Zara's lost her business, her marriage, and she's barely getting by in a tiny apartment on the wrong side of the tracks. As soon as Ham hears about Zara's plight, he's on her doorstep offering her a lifeline. Now, it will take every ounce of will power she possesses to resist all that he offers.

Ham was always a traveling man, never one to settle down in one town, with one woman, for more time than absolutely necessary. But Ham's faced his own demons, and he's learned a lot. About himself, and about the life he knows he's meant to live. So when he hears that Zara's having a rough time, he wants to be the one to help. In fact, he wants to do more than that for Zara. A lot more. But first, he must prove to Zara that he's a changed man

Sunday, April 13, 2014

Book Spotlight: Making Memories by Georgia Evans

Making Memories
by Georgia Evans

Author Website: www.gaevans.com
Publisher: Author House
Pages: 262
Amazon Buy Link - Paperback / Kindle

About the Book:

“Let’s go to Myrtle Beach together, Mel…”

It has been over four years since Devin Gage spoke those words to Melanie Bates—four years with barely a word passing between them. Of course it was just a high school student’s fantasy. So why was he at her house now—telling her it was time for them to go?

Friends since birth, Devin and Melanie set off on their dream vacation. Their first stop is to visit quirky Aunt Bert near the lovely town of Mount Airy, North Carolina, where they spend days visiting Andy Griffith’s Mayberry. When they reach Myrtle Beach, they get some long-awaited sightseeing in and meet new people. From the boy-crazy teenager with her heart set on Devin to the identical twins who could be Melanie’s Malibu Ken doll come to life, Dev and Mel see it all.

Along the way, the two of them reminisce about their past and catch up on the past four years. Nothing is off limits—except Devin’s rich and beautiful fiancĂ©e, Roxie Newcomb, and those pesky phone calls he keeps receiving. That’s alright though, because Melanie is determined to make as many special new memories as she can during their vacation, even at the risk of her own heartbreak. It seems somewhere along the way, her feelings for Devin have grown into something stronger than friendship.

Regardless, Mel knows that once Devin is married, Roxie will put a stop to his and Melanie’s relationship. This vacation is her last hope for making memories.

Chapter 1

$4,884.79. That was the amount in the savings account passbook I was holding. I thought of how much I had scrimped and cut corners in order to save that amount. It wasn’t necessary to look at the small manila envelope the passbook had been kept in. The words, “Melanie Bates: Carolinas or Bust” had been written on it for over four years. Right then it was looking like more of a “bust” than the Carolinas.

Many things had changed since I started saving that money, but I didn’t feel like I really had. Granted, I had grown older, but wasn’t any worse for the wear as far as I could tell. My eyes were still what my friends and family referred to as “denim blue”. I’d always thought they looked like Grandma Foley’s, my mom’s mother, which was fine with me since she had very pretty eyes. My hair was still long, falling almost to my waist. It was light brown (referred to as dishwater blonde by some people, but what do they know?), and so naturally curly I had always been accused of having it permed. As if I’d ever be able to sit still long enough for that ridiculously thick amount of hair to be wound around those curlers! When the stubborn tresses hung straight, it was because I had taken up my electric straightener and gone into battle with it, waging a war that usually lasted close to an hour. My hair and I were often not on speaking terms.

Unlike my sister Tami, who was tall, slim, and beautiful with her long black hair and contrasting light complexion, I had inherited Dad’s darker skin tone and my mom’s petite figure – almost. While we were both a size four from the waist down, I was two inches taller than my mom’s height of 5’2”, and had somehow managed to inherit a recessive gene resulting in an unusually large chest. If it weren’t for Mom’s sister, Bertha “Aunt Bert” Foley and her ample bosom, I would have serious concerns about adoption.
To explain what “Carolinas or Bust” was and how it began, there are a couple of people you need to know about – Devin and Roxie.

Devin Michael Gage was born on March 6th, exactly three months before me. (That makes my birthday June 6th for any of you mathematically challenged readers – you know who you are.) My parents, Rex and Judy, have lived next door to Jim and Brenda Gage since long before we were born, and they’ve always been good friends, doing things together like bowling, dining out, playing cards, and partaking in other forms of adult entertainment. (Not that kind of adult entertainment; get your mind out of the gutter.) Consequently, Devin and I grew up spending an inordinate amount of time together. It was fortunate that not only did we share many of the same interests, we genuinely liked each other. Before we knew about the boy-girl issues, we had already become best friends, and it just stuck.

I really can’t tell you if he was “cute” when we were kids because I didn’t think of Dev that way, but a girl would have to be blind not to notice he was h-o-t by the time we made it to our junior year of high school. He had collar length black hair that his mom was always trying to get him to cut, the darkest blue eyes I’ve ever seen, and had topped the height of six feet. Since he played baseball and basketball, he kept himself in shape if you know what I mean. Okay, the guy was ripped.

As strange as it sounds, he didn’t date. The girls at school were interested in him, and some had no trouble letting him know, but he just shrugged, grinned, and pretty much ignored their flirting. When he wasn’t playing ball or working for his brother, he was hanging out with me.

Of course, I didn’t date either. One of the boys in our class, Larry Benson, had told me none of them thought it would do any good to ask because since I was with Devin so much, they just assumed I was his girlfriend. Even though that wasn’t true, I didn’t set him straight because the truth was I’d rather have been watching paint dry on a barn with Dev than go out on a date with any other guy. We were best friends.
Roxie May Newcomb transferred to our school at the beginning of our senior year. She had bright orange hair, lime green eyes, and a wicked overbite –okay, I’m lying. She was beautiful. Her hair was the shade of auburn that women try to get from a bottle, but can never get quite right. Her eyes sparkled like emeralds and she had straight white teeth. While she shared my chest size, she had the 5’8” frame and rest of the figure it belonged on.

Did I mention she was rich? At least her family was. They owned a chain of fast-food restaurants called “Roxie’s”, of course, that were located throughout the country. Why they had settled in our little town was beyond me.

Barton City has an apparently fixed population of five-hundred. The sign hasn’t been changed as long as anybody I’ve asked can remember. The only reason we have our own school district is because there are so many farms and houses in the outlying rural area.

It surprised me when Roxie started sitting by me in classes, at assemblies, lunch, and even at ballgames. Then one day she called me her best friend. Of course if she and I were friends, then by extension she and Dev had to be friends too.

I was afraid things had forever changed in mid-December of our senior year. Roxie and Devin became a “couple”. After a couple of awkward days, Devin reverted to acting almost like nothing had changed between the three of us. And except for some limited PDA, it stayed that way – as long as Devin was around. When he wasn’t, Roxie was very unfriendly, responding only when I started a conversation, and even then speaking condescendingly to me. What really got my goat was when she talked about Devin as if he and I were mere acquaintances. I had to restrain myself from performing bodily harm to her more than once.

So, “Carolinas or Bust?” We were high school seniors when it began.

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