“Just Don’t Tell the Humans…” Destiny Box Set by @LiviaQuinn #paranormal #TuesdayBookBlog


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Title Storm Lake Box Set 1: Destiny

Author Livia Quinn

Genre Paranormal Romance, Paranormal

 

Book Blurb

Welcome to Destiny, or should I say Middle Earth…

 

Ages ago a pact was made between all the supernatural species – shifters, djinn, dragons, vampires and fae – to protect humans. Just don’t tell the humans…

 

Enter Middle Earth. You won’t want to leave.

 

The best buy – three books in one, a great introduction to the Paramortals world of tempestaeries (storm witches), dragons, shifters vampires and fae.

 

Excerpt

Storm Crazy:

I heard a quiet click of metal behind me, spun around and swallowed a startled gasp. I was staring into the barrel of a mean looking gun, and at the other end of that rigid grip was an even meaner looking Jack Lang, the one I hadn’t met until now, a cold-as-ice predator. His knuckles were white but his arm was steady as a granite mountain.
“Where’s…my…daughter?” he growled. One eye actually twitched as silver eyes whitened into pure frost. If he was trying to scare me, he’d succeeded.
A sound rumbled up from his chest like that of an animal. “What have you done with Jordie?”
Recognition came in a flash. I smacked my hand against my forehead. “I knew I recognized her.”
His eyes seemed to take on an angular appearance, brows winging up, but the gun never wavered.

“Woman, you’d better start talking or you’re not going to like my next move.”
Not an animal—a papa-bear.
I’m sorry.”
He gave a snarl of pain and grabbed me. “What do you mean you’re sorry?”
“I mean…” I squirmed in his bruising grip… “I’m sorry I didn’t put it together.”
He roared, “What the hell are you talking about? Where is Jor—”
“She’s at your parents’.” It finally dawned on me; he thought I’d kidnapped his daughter. Zeus’ newborn godling!

 

Cry Me A River:

“What’s a Tempest fairy?” I asked her finally.

“Tempestaerie,” she corrected. “A major Tempestaerie can control the elements, air and water, though they will have some influence over fire and earth. Thus—my rain and lightning bolts, such as they were. Minor Tempestaeries like Paige have no significant talent.”

“Is that an honest assessment or just two kittens fighting over the milk?” I asked.

“Tempe’s understating her potential, Jack.” Dylan said, “In the past they’ve been known to call down asteroids.”

That got my attention.

Tempe shrugged. “It’s not all catastrophic drama though. A storm faerie, as we’ve been called, can turn into anything associated with weather.” She was quiet for a minute then her gaze met mine, her voice turned soft, sad. “I just remembered—when I was in my first week at school I think, it had been raining for days—the principal’s assistant came to my teacher and handed her a pair of black boots. There was a note in them from my mother. It said, “So your little feet will be dry and I can keep my girl close.” Her eyebrows dipped as tears flooded her eyes. “She’d turned into a pair of boots, and I walked around with her on my feet all day… long.”

Aurora said, “It was all Phoebe could get away with—”

A few splats of water were the only warning we had before a gentle rain began to fall on every surface of Aurora’s workroom. “Oh, dear. It’s getting quite unpredictable,” Aurora said as she wiped the rain from her eyes.

 

Eve of Chaos:

For the rest of the evening, no matter where she was, if she turned her head, and looked across the expanse of revelers she’d find his eyes locked on hers, as if he’d been waiting for her to turn. Once, she turned back toward the bar but it was oddly clear, only Flambe´ standing there, framed by the oak counter, one of his swords standing in front of him on its hilt, the tip nearly reaching the Knight’s chest. He’d been cleaning it, shining and stroking the deadly edges with a cloth, so intimately acquainted with them that he wasn’t even watching.

 

His attention was all on her, the rims of his eyes lined like a predator’s, causing her to shiver briefly, but if that look was for her, he should know she was not prey. By her very nature, predators were her enemy. And still she felt the pull of pure heat as if they were connected in some way.

 

Sometime after Tempe and Jack left, the orchestra had suddenly stopped playing the zydeco music and the unlikely strains of a minuet had filled the room. Everyone looked up in surprise. Then as it had when he entered, the crowd split, giving the swordsman a wide berth as he strode purposefully across the ballroom floor toward Montana’s side of the room, his gaze locked on hers the whole way. Surely… she broke the contact to search the area around her, but there was no one nearby. He was coming for her. Her Dinnshencha reared up, readying for this formal meeting. It seemed impossible that she hadn’t actually met him yet.

 

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Livia Quinn is a DC native who lives by the bayou in Louisiana. She believes in the power of love. To see excerpts from all her books visit https://liviaquinn.com

 

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He’s a What?! Writing Your Characters Into a Corner by @LiviaQuinn #amwriting #guestpost #IARTG


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But I thought the problem was… 

I listened to an author speak a couple years ago at a workshop. She said, “Write yourself into a corner.” My first thought was, “I couldn’t do that. What if I couldn’t get my characters out of the hole I’d put them in.” Recently I realized that I’ve been doing just that unconsciously, or my characters have, for several books now. For a writer, it’s a very scary place to be but if I want my readers to be surprised I must be surprised as well.

In Eve of Chaos I brought the heroine and several characters to the brink of death, not knowing what was going to happen. Blame it on the Moon was the most terrified I’ve been since I’ve been writing. And yet, I’ve had readers tell me it was their favorite book.

When Destiny was overrun by creatures leaving our hero, a mere-mortal, to fight them, save the town and the woman he loves I had no friggin’ idea how a human was supposed to win over enemy zombies, flying heads, and other variants much less how to save the lives of my main characters who were suffering from the effects of the Para-moon. I usually let the characters lead me to solutions but at the end of Blame it on the Moon, Jack was blindsided with a change that no one saw coming—except me. Unfortunately, even that didn’t go as planned.

As book 5, Take These Broken Wings began I thought I knew what Jack’s problem was. But as the story progressed Jack was no closer to a solution until we got to the climax and suddenly events unfolded. I remember emailing my writer friends wide-eyed with wonder, “You’ll never guess what happened to Jack!” In Jack’s words, “To say I was surprised about the latest revelations would be like saying Wolverine’s fingernails were long enough for a manicure.”

 

The Destiny series could be likened to a Paranormal soap opera, similar to Charlaine Harris’ Sookie Stackhouse series or the world of Darynda Jones. Jack and Tempe’s Paramortal arc—their coming of age—is finally complete with book 5 but their story and Destiny’s continues. So here I am again after the events that happened at the end of Take These Broken Wings, thinking, “Zeus’ Rechargeable Bolts! now what?” A mysterious stranger has shown up in Destiny and his presence is certain to bring turmoil. Life is much more interesting when you don’t know what’s coming down the pike don’t you think? Its always nerve-wracking not knowing where my characters will lead me but I’m confident we’ll work through the challenges. What a ride!

 

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Title: Take These Broken Wings (Destiny Paramortals #5)

Author: Livia Quinn

Genre: Paranormal Romance, Southern Urban Fantasy

 

Book Blurb:

Welcome to Mayberry, or should I say Middle Earth?

 

I’m Jack Lang, the Sheriff of Destiny, Louisiana. After my sexy redheaded mail lady zapped me, this seemingly normal small town turned into a never-ending stream of supernaturals – fae, dragons, vampires, djinn—not to mention some plain ol’ kooks. Ironically, I was all set to accept the dark side when I discovered the secret in my own DNA and, well, to say I was in shock would be like saying Wolverine’s fingernails were long enough for a manicure.

 

There’s one thing that can get me back on the job – a murder investigation. But I’ll also have to deal with supernatural hitmen, dragon hunters and being in the doghouse with my girlfriend. If I don’t get a handle on “My new life” before long, I’m going to lose the respect of the Paramortals, not to mention the woman I love.  Maybe I should just holler uncle now. Things can always get worse.

 

After all, this is Destiny, and ludicrous is its middle name.

 

Book 5 is the completion of Jack and Tempe’s Paramortal arc, an epiphany of sorts, but the story continues. If you enjoy the Paranormal Urban Fantasy Cozy worlds of Kristen Painter, Darynda Jones or Molly Harper, try the Destiny Paramortals series.

 

 

Excerpt:

Tempe’s father, Dutch finds his son, River, in the supernatural watering hole…

 

Dutch

My eyes narrowed and I rose at the mention of my ancient family name.

 

River’s eyes flared red, a warning, and he grated, “Who are you?”

 

The being in front of him was taller and wider than River, closer to my size and was covered in a flimsy grey cloak that swirled in a non-existent breeze. Ah, a weather fae, I determined at once. A hooked beak poked out from under the gray cowl and talons where the fingers should have been held the hood in place. The pungent foul odor identified it as a harpy, a vengeful lot that often traveled in groups though no one stood with this one.

 

The hole in the center of his “face” sounded like a washing machine as it pushed air in and out. At his hip a blue sword stuck out from under the layers. Not good. Weapons were supposed to be surrendered at the door except under certain extenuating circumstances. I stayed where I was, for the moment.

 

Thick cottony lips opened, the words came through its hole of a mouth, like it had been dredged up from the depths of the Isle. “I am Lord of the Wind. I’m here to reclaim my power from your family.”

 

Well, that’s a new twist. Millenia ago, harpies had been stripped of their power over hurricanes and strong storms, but it had nothing to do with my family, I thought as he drew the sword from the sheath with a clang and pointed it at one of the entrances. A stout gust entered the room. He’d used the sword to command his magic, like a wand.

 

River stood with one arm on the counter, not even jostled by the stiff wind, though others were struggling to stand. I stepped toward River. The creature’s head turned in my direction and a voice like a grating debris-filled torrent rasped, “You need your daddyyy to fight your battlllesss?” Tables rolled to the floor around us, and I sensed the harpy was frustrated that he’d been unable to budge us. River was steady as a granite mountain and… he was growing.

 

River crossed his arms over his chest and said, “Listen, Lord Blowhard. Not only don’t I need my father, but it’ll take a more than one of your impotent wind farts to take down a member of our family. My sister could take you in her sleep.”

 

The being bristled and the wind increased at River’s words. I stepped forward, addressing him. “Who told you we have your power?”

 

The harpy’s sparring partner approached and whispered into his ear, sending a glance toward the corner where another hooded figure sat at a table against the wall. His boss? Or just an interested party trying to prevent the fae from experiencing the fate of Morpheus?

 

The wind picked up under the blowhard’s gray rags and his mouth closed in a disgruntled line, but he lowered his sword and backed away, not releasing my gaze until he reached the table. Then pointing the sword one last time at River, he said, “We will finisshhh this later at a time of myyy choosssing.”

 

With a scraping of chairs, the so called Lord and his sparring partner cautiously backed out of the Moat, trying to save face, though Gods truth, it made them look like cowards.

 

River’s reaction was even worse. “What’s wrong with now?” he roared. Yes, he was itching for a fight, his voice shaking with rage, the first emotion I’d heard from him in weeks. Any other time I might think that was good but though he appeared to be in control, I felt the building energy he held under tight rein. What would it take for him to snap? I put my hand on his arm to bring him back to himself. He shrugged it off and stomped back to the bar.

 

My spine tingled a warning and I scanned the room to see where the threat was coming from. There in the corner, lounging against the wall near the fighters’ table was a black hooded figure. I felt his gaze though the shadow from his cowl disguised his features. His black-gloved hand moved across his chest and I caught the glimmer of something between the folds.

 

His mouth turned up in an evil grin and he drew the material closed but not before I got a brief look at the necklace hanging against his chest with a dragon’s eye in the center. I steeled myself not to react as he rose and sauntered out.

 

What was a dragon hunter doing in the Moat of Morpheus.

 

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Author Biography:

Love happens…when you least expect it. So does the weather. So magic in one form or another, and storms, are at the heart of most Livia Quinn books. A DC native who lives on the bayou in Louisiana, Livia has stored up a wealth of quirky stories from her jobs as a mail lady, sales person, plant manager and small business owner that she’s anxious to share with her readers. Visit her soon on her new website https://www.liviaquinn.com

 

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Title: Take These Broken Wings (Destiny Paramortals #5)

Author: Livia Quinn

Genre: Paranormal Romance, Southern Urban Fantasy

 

Book Blurb:

Welcome to Mayberry, or should I say Middle Earth?

 

I’m Jack Lang, the Sheriff of Destiny, Louisiana. After my sexy redheaded mail lady zapped me, this seemingly normal small town turned into a never-ending stream of supernaturals – fae, dragons, vampires, djinn—not to mention some plain ol’ kooks. Ironically, I was all set to accept the dark side when I discovered the secret in my own DNA and, well, to say I was in shock would be like saying Wolverine’s fingernails were long enough for a manicure.

 

There’s one thing that can get me back on the job – a murder investigation. But I’ll also have to deal with supernatural hitmen, dragon hunters and being in the doghouse with my girlfriend. If I don’t get a handle on “My new life” before long, I’m going to lose the respect of the Paramortals, not to mention the woman I love.  Maybe I should just holler uncle now. Things can always get worse.

 

After all, this is Destiny, and ludicrous is its middle name.

 

Book 5 is the completion of Jack and Tempe’s Paramortal arc, an epiphany of sorts, but the story continues. If you enjoy the Paranormal Urban Fantasy Cozy worlds of Kristen Painter, Darynda Jones or Molly Harper, try the Destiny Paramortals series.

 

My Review:

My favorite paramortals are back and there’s been some changes since we last left Destiny. Jack’s a dragon (who can’t fly and shift back easily to human form), Tempe’s trying to take care of everyone except herself, Montana and Connor are deeply in love, Kat struggling to come to grips with her feelings for Dylan, Dylan is still in wolf form and there’s a murder to solve. Life in Destiny is never dull, just ask Jack the shifting dragon don’t-let-the-humans-see-me-naked sheriff.

 

Jack’s having trouble adjusting to his new life as a dragon and the worst of it is his expectations about flying. What good is a dragon that can’t fly? He’s wallowing in self-pity and pushing those he loves (hello Tempe) away. Connor, the dragon, tries to be there for Jack but there’s some things Jack needs to face alone.

 

Meanwhile, there’s paramortal assassins on the loose as well as dragon hunters. But when Tempe is confronted by a family member she loves, she’s frightened and doesn’t know what to do. She can’t rely on Jack to be her strength and her best friend, Montana, is in a committed loving relationship with her own dragon (which only makes Tempe jealous), so who can she trust?

 

There’s a lot of storylines going on in this book and I loved every one of them. Quinn’s humor is on fire in this installment and I laughed my way through the book. The conflict between Jack and Tempe was front and center yet it didn’t overshadow the other characters. I wished there was more of Jack and Tempe but the other storylines made up for my disappointment.

 

I’ve grown to love these characters and the ending made my hopeless romantic heart swoon. No cliff-hanger here but I’m left wondering who the hooded being is and what’s going to happen next.

 

Favorite Character:

Kat (Katerina). She’s been a minor character thus far and I loved discovering more about her. She’s shy and has a jaded past but when she and Dylan got together during the Paramoon, it felt right. But then Dylan turned into a big black wolf and couldn’t change back. Now, they’re together but not “together” intimately. It’s tough being a shifter and your mate can’t shift back to human. What’s a woman to do? Oh wait, Quinn’s got that covered and you’ll love it.

 

Favorite Quote:

“Jack took Dan’s hand and said only, ‘I’m back’. A fortuitous word choice. Did he mean back in town, back to work, or that my Jack was back? I was pretty sure that wasn’t the case… yet.”

 

My Rating:  4.5 stars

 

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Author Biography:

Love happens…when you least expect it. So does the weather. So magic in one form or another, and storms, are at the heart of most Livia Quinn books. A DC native who lives on the bayou in Louisiana, Livia has stored up a wealth of quirky stories from her jobs as a mail lady, sales person, plant manager and small business owner that she’s anxious to share with her readers. Visit her soon on her new website https://www.liviaquinn.com

 

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Reviewed by: Mrs. N

 

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Title:    Take These Broken Wings

Author:  Livia Quinn

Genre:  Southern Paranormal Cozy

 

Book Blurb:

Welcome to Mayberry, or should I say Middle Earth?

 

I’m Jack Lang, the Sheriff of Destiny, Louisiana. After my sexy redheaded mail lady zapped me, this seemingly normal small town turned into a never-ending stream of supernaturals – fae, dragons, vampires, djinn—not to mention some plain ol’ kooks. Ironically, I was all set to accept the dark side when I discovered the secret in my own DNA and, well, to say I was in shock would be like saying Wolverine’s fingernails were long enough for a manicure.

 

There’s one thing that can get me back on the job – a murder investigation. But I’ll also have to deal with supernatural hitmen, dragon hunters and being in the doghouse with my girlfriend. If I don’t get a handle on “My new life” before long, I’m going to lose the respect of the Paramortals, not to mention the woman I love.  Maybe I should just holler uncle now. Things can always get worse.

 

After all, this is Destiny, and ludicrous is its middle name.

 

Book 5 is the completion of Jack and Tempe’s Paramortal arc, an epiphany of sorts, but the story continues. If you enjoy the Paranormal Urban Fantasy Cozy worlds of Kristen Painter, Darynda Jones or Molly Harper, try the Destiny Paramortals series.

 

Excerpt:

Jack watched, sunglasses hiding his expression as Montana and her partner, Rafe, unloaded the gurney from the back of the truck. A slender older man with wire rims stepped out and grabbed a black bag from inside. He took stock of his surroundings before walking toward us. It was Dan Thorpe, the ME who had worked with Jack last spring, examining and testing several supernaturals, including Jack’s ex.

He stopped when he reached us and stuck out his hand. “Jack. It’s good to see you. I heard you were out of town at some kind of school.” The story we’d circulated round town to keep it simple.

Jack took Dan’s hand and said only, “I’m back.” A fortuitous word choice. Did he mean back in town, back to work, or that my Jack was back? I was pretty sure that wasn’t the case… yet.

“Where’s the deceased?” The ME asked.

Jack made a half turn and pointed at the large puddle to his left created by his big dragon foot. We knew this but to Dan it looked like just another pool of backwater created from the recent rains. He knelt by the puddle working his way toward the pieces of one exposed bone. After examining them for several minutes, he straightened, “Damn. It looks like someone ran over them with a bulldozer.”

Jack asked, “Postmortem?” I laughed covering it with a fake cough receiving a glare from Jack. “Show some respect for the victim, Ms. Pomeroy.” Zeus, he was good. I glimpsed a touch of humor in his eyes.

Dan said, “Given the condition of the remains, and all this backwater, I’m going to need more equipment and different tools.”

“What equipment do you need exactly?”

Dan stroked his jaw and made a list, “A pump to displace the water away from this area for probably fifty feet. We’ll start with that. Maybe we’ll get lucky and all the evidence will be contained here. I have to go back to my office and get some suitable clothing, waders and tools.”

Rafe said, “I’ll run you back to town.”

Jack said, “Dan, if you’ll cordon off the perimeter where you want it, I think I’ve got a pump in my car.” Then his eyes cut to me. He wasn’t serious…

“Where is your car?” asked Dan.

“Uh… down the levee a piece. Tempe and I were walking when we spotted that bone near the bank.”

That was such a lie but the humans must be protected at all costs. It was part of the Paramortal banner—Don’t let the mere-mortals see your magic! If I wasn’t mistaken, I was fixin’ to be called upon for some moisture manipulation.

Rafe made a u-turn down the side of the levee and left. We waited until the sound of the truck’s engine could barely be heard. Conor didn’t bother to remain aloof when it was just the four of us. He took Montana in his arms not caring whether we watched or not and gave her a deep ardent kiss as if he hadn’t seen her in days. Not since their morning tea at least. I cast a glance at Jack, sadness a heavy weight in my chest.

Jack crooked his finger at me. It was too much to hope that he wanted to lay some of the same action on me. Sure enough, he walked about twenty feet the other side of the body and said, “Can you clear this water out of here?”

My brows rose and I put my hands on my hips. Really? Not even a Please, Tempe? “Do I look like a bilge pump to you?”

He did laugh then, but I didn’t see the humor. Suddenly I was furious. I considered refusing. I should, I really should and I would. Next time. But the fact that he was impatient and wanted to get started investigating this tragedy was a step in the right direction. As stubborn and as bossy as he could be, I welcomed that.

“I might help you out. This one time,” I added narrowing my eyes at him. “But you’ll owe me.”

I could almost see his dragon face as those silvery eyes flashed. “Fine. Do it. Just try not to disturb the bones.”

“Says the man—the dragon—who stomped on the evidence with his big clumsy feet,” I retorted.

“Okay. Quid pro quo. Now what are you going to do—spin up a whirlpool, tornado, inhale the water and spit it out somewhere else?”

I gasped, “Are you kidding me? That’s slimy nasty, foul backwater. I suggest you hold onto that tree, or do your dragon thing.” I closed my eyes. Menori was happy. Unlike countless times before when I didn’t know what would happen and needed emotion to even stir a breeze or zap a door lock, she was part of me now. We worked in sync.

I called the wind, feeling the breeze across my face first as it gathered and plastered my clothes to my body. The distant wail announced its approach. Sometimes people don’t realize what they’re hearing, until it’s gotten a good head of steam. It’s as powerful as any force in the universe.

We didn’t need a straight-line wind for this simple job, but I figured it was the easiest to explain. This time of year they came out of nowhere. I held my hand out toward the water and guided the wide swath of wind toward the slew, over the berm and out toward the main channel of the river.

“Okay, that’s enough,” Jack called. My eyes popped open again and I saw him clinging to the only tree around for dear life.

I shut off my power and asked exasperated, “Why didn’t you shift?” His hat was gone and his hair stuck up everywhere. He released the tree straightening his shirt and nodded past me with a raise of his eyebrow.

Zeus’ hand-me-down knickers! I made a great bilge pump if I did say so myself. The water was gone from the puddle, which was clearly dry. Hmm, maybe I went a bit too far. The ground was dry as well. This would be tricky to explain to Dan.

With my fists propped on my hips I turned to Jack, my expression all innocent-like, “Well, weather is known for being unpredictable.”

He rolled his eyes, “Clearly your weather is.”

 

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Title: Take These Broken Wings, Book 5 in the Destiny Paramortals

Author: Livia Quinn

Genre: Paranormal Romance

 

 

Blurb:

Jack Lang knows first hand about Destiny’s secrets. Turns out he was one of them. On Mardi Gras eve he and his unlikely band of heroes defeated some particularly nasty creatures intent on taking advantage of the Paramortals’ vulnerability during the Chaos. Jack figured they called it Chaos because the word “Armageddon” was already taken. Destiny survived with the help of their dragon and some special friends, then Jack received the biggest shock of his life. And that was saying a lot.

 

He’d chosen this town the year before for the normalcy and safety it could provide his teenager after a life of bedlam with Jordie’s mother. He’d been looking for Mayberry. Instead he’d found, not a town, but a world full of magical beings, odd occurrences, and scary creatures. There’d been one shock after another and yet, instead of leaving and taking Jordie somewhere “safe” … he’d stayed.

 

Now he suspected he’d felt the pull of this special place long before he’d known it existed. But that hadn’t been the only reason. It had all begun the first time he’d seen Tempest Pomeroy. That was when his world had turned upside down—along with half the town. He’d surprised himself with his acceptance of the supernatural. He’d even almost accepted this latest blow, but that had been before he found out he no longer belonged anywhere.

 

Not with humans, and not among supernaturals. Something had gone haywire in his family DNA.

 

Now he’d abandoned the women in his life, his responsibilities, everything except for the need to quench the gnawing hunger in his gut and this compulsion to jump off the highest levees in the parish. And he was only sorry there were no mountains in Louisiana.

 

 

 

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Tempe

 

“Aiy-yy…”

 

The long cry intensified, as it grew closer. Then a bright silver streak whizzed by me, the reason for the sound suddenly apparent.

 

I watched my boyfriend, in silver dragon form, run toward the top of the levee at full speed—actually more like like a clumsy lope—and leap, sun sparkling like diamonds from his crystalline scales before he disappeared from sight. The sound cutoff abruptly followed by a huge splash. Zeus’ missing molars!

 

I made it to the crown of the levee just in time to watch Jack plummet, wings flapping furiously—to no avail—into the river below. “Below” wasn’t that far and “river” was too generous a word for the swampy backwater where he now sat, covered in duck weed and gumbo looking like a dejected dragon on a Saturday morning TV show. And tired. Poor baby.

 

His handsome dragon face looked up at me, beautiful silver green eyes revealing more than a little distress. I’d thought he could shift, but for some reason he didn’t. Instead he pushed up out of the muck, his enormous backside making a loud wet swhuuuck as the gumbo released its hold.

 

I stood out of the line of fire while he gave a mighty shake and great globs of slimy mud flew in all directions, leaving his scales sparkly and shiny once again. At least he was getting a grasp of some aspects of his change, or it was instinct. His powerful hind legs lifted from the swampy water and one step at a time he walked toward me, then hopped onto the bank. The ground quaked. I widened my stance to keep from falling over. From my position on the levee I was nearly eye level with him.

 

“No luck, huh?” I asked.

 

He opened his mouth to speak and remembered he wasn’t able to, yet. Our dragon friend, Conor, thought speaking in his shifted form would come in time. Apparently, nothing was certain. Jack shook his crystal-bright head and rainbows bounced off the water.

 

“That sucks,” I said, shading my eyes. He glared at me and I shrugged. “Sorry, no pun intended.”

 

He turned away. A trudging dragon was a sorry sight. All of his frustration and uncertainty was apparent in the slump of his massive dragon shoulders, in the way his wings dropped to his sides, and in the ground-shaking thump of his feet. For a second I thought about having a t-shirt made for him with MY BUTT IS DRAGIN’ emblazoned on the front. I’m really not that mean, just as frustrated as my man.

 

“Jack. Wait.” I ran down the levee after him as he plodded, a fatalistic air to his stride. Boom…thud, boom…thud.

 

Jack’s problem, the disappointment that was eating at him after the initial hope that had helped him come to terms with his dragonness, was that he couldn’t fly. He simply could not believe that a former Navy jet pilot-turned-dragon would not be a flying dragon. And obviously, it wasn’t for lack of trying.

 

I’ll never forget the first time I saw him in his backyard under the moonlight looking alternately disconcerted and elated. He’d denied the elated part right off, because it simply wouldn’t do to admit that as much as he wanted to fly again, admitting to the desire to fly as a dragon would just not do. First, he had to admit he was a dragon. Maybe I could find him a Dragons Anonymous meeting. Jack’s problem is denial. He’s old hands with the emotion.

 

I watched his steady progress toward the woods. He’d apparently given up for the day. The sun was rising and humans would be about. I wished he’d return to his job as sheriff of Destiny. That and his parental responsibilities would keep him grounded.

 

Oh, Zeus, another pun.

 

 

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On the west side of Storm Lake in the middle of a super pulse of leylines lies Destiny, home to the Destiny Paramortals, a group of tempestaeries, fae, djnn, and others who are bound by an ancient pact to protect weaker species – like humans.  Unknown to the other communities outside of Destiny is the role the Paramortals have in keeping them safe.

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The Destiny Paramortals series is southern urban fantasy/romance and should be read in order as it is the continuing saga of the recurring characters. In each Paramortals book, questions are answered and new ones arise but it’s romance so you know my heroes and heroines will get their happy ending…eventually.

In order, the books are:

Storm Crazy

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Blurb:

My name is Tempest Pomeroy, and my human job is delivering the mail in Destiny, Louisiana. 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 the Gulf Coast.

First, River’s amphora went missing—that’s genie bottle to you mere-mortals. Then, one of my customers had a stroke while reading me the riot act over a piece of mail, but I saved the old grouch with a zap of my Zeus juice! It was the first time I’d actually called my power on purpose, and Destiny’s hunky new sheriff almost saw me use my magic—big no-no. He showed up again when the local florist filed a complaint against me for dropping a seventy-five pound box on his foot. Yeah, I did it, but it was kind of an accident. He put his hand where it didn’t belong, and my fingers… sorta slipped. Then, I discovered a dead body in the clubhouse and rescued my brother’s amphora from a locker, bashing it in with a Greg Norman wedge. Guess who showed up? Again. You guessed it.

Now, my brother 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. Is it any wonder I’m calling this the worst M.A.L.E day of my life?

Oh, and the sheriff? He thought he’d settled in a normal small town to raise his teenage daughter—like Mayberry?! We’ll see how that turns out… Things better settle down soon, ‘cause I’m about to go Storm Crazy.

Excerpt: Caught in the Act

 

“What happened here, Ms. Pomeroy?”

“Uh-oh, yer mad, huh?” One polyester clothed hunk blurred into two. I blinked quickly.

“Are you…” His eyebrows crashed together into downward dogs as he stepped closer to me, put his face next to mine and sniffed.

“Jesus, you’re drunk.”

He looked over at the wet bar, his eyes hardening to unfriendly gray steel. “What’s the matter? Murdering someone a little too much for you?” He grabbed for the vase and got a hand on it.

I clasped it tighter as his words sank in. “What are you talking about?” I shrieked.

“Let. Go.”

“No,” but I dared not tug too hard. “It’s mine—well, River’s.”

“Who’s River?”

“My brother.”

At the risk of damaging the irreplaceable vessel, I relinquished it. “Please, please, be careful with it. It’s…” I shook my head. Sober up, Tempe. I willed clarity to return. It ignored me.

“Is this what you hit the guy with?”

“What guy?”

“You know, the nude dead guy in the other room? The one with his face smashed away? Ring any bells?”

“Oh, him.” My head spun worse now that I’d given up the amphora. “I gotta siddown.” I did—hard, on the bench in front of the lockers. I pressed my fingers to my temple and closed my eyes. Bad move. I opened them again. “I remember now… ”, the fae, the blood… the smell. “I think I’m going to throw up.” Gagging, I bent over and a plastic lined trashcan appeared in front of me.

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.

He placed his gun into its holster and reached for my elbow. “Come with me.”

I rested my forehead in my palm as he pulled me up. My words kept getting tangled around my tongue. If I just concentrated harder, I could prom-pron- prolly…figure out what to say. I waved a hand toward the door. “Why don’ you jus’ go do what you have to do? I’ll be here… when you get back.” I looked up at his narrowed eyes and grim face. Mad again.

“Nope. You’re coming with me.” With one hand wrapped around the neck of the bottle and the other grasping my elbow, he pulled me along with him to the entryway, stopping by the man on the floor. This time the stench was more than my roiling stomach could handle.

“Ag—” I turned just far enough away from the body in front of me to let loose in the direction of the sheriff’s trousers and shiny black work boots. So much for pride. Only his strong arm around mine kept me from collapsing on top of the body. Which was probably what he was trying to protect.

He looked at the ceiling for a good five seconds, then led me through the dining room toward the restrooms. He pushed me down in a chair and pulled a handkerchief from his pocket. “Here.”

What a swell guy, I thought as I closed my eyes, the world spinning behind my lids.

The snick of metal caused me to look up but not before he’d handcuffed my wrist to the seat back and walked out the front door, taking River’s amphora with him, leaving me sitting eye level with the long silver utility handle on a door marked, “Men”.

My sentiments exactly.

 

Cry Me a River

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Blurb:

As the Paramoon approaches, time is running out for River, and the attraction that was growing between me and Sheriff Jack Lang derailed after he got his first glimpse of my Paramortal “talents” – a few measly bolts of lightning aimed at his—in his general direction. 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 says he wants to know “everything”. After we answer all his questions, he’ll either join us or grab his daughter and take the first jet out of Middle Earth.

He might help me save my brother and discover the whereabouts of my parents, but he probably won’t still want to take me to the Mardi Gras ball, once he knows “everything”. There’s a lot of “everything”.

Excerpt:  Jack Light Years from Mayberry

“What’s a Tempest fairy?” I asked her finally.

“Tempestaerie,” she corrected. “A major Tempestaerie can control the elements, air and water, though they will have some influence over fire and earth. Thus—my rain and lightning bolts, such as they were. Minor Tempestaeries like Paige have no significant talent.”

“Is that an honest assessment or just two kittens fighting over the milk?” I asked.

“Tempe’s understating her potential, Jack.” Dylan said, “In the past they’ve been known to call down asteroids.”

That got my attention.

Tempe shrugged. “It’s not all catastrophic drama though. A storm faerie, as we’ve been called, can turn into anything associated with weather.” She was quiet for a minute then her gaze met mine, her voice turned soft, sad. “I just remembered—when I was in my first week at school I think, it had been raining for days—the principal’s assistant came to my teacher and handed her a pair of black boots. There was a note in them from my mother. It said, “So your little feet will be dry and I can keep my girl close.” Her eyebrows dipped as tears flooded her eyes. “She’d turned into a pair of boots, and I walked around with her on my feet all day… long.”

Aurora said, “It was all Phoebe could get away with—”

A few splats of water were the only warning we had before a gentle rain began to fall on every surface of Aurora’s workroom. “Oh, dear. It’s getting quite unpredictable,” Aurora said as she wiped the rain from her eyes.

Dylan seemed to be out of patience. He rose advancing on me, staring me down with just a hint of grizzly-face. I rose standing toe to toe while the anger in his eyes sparked. I suspected it was directed mostly at himself. He cared for Tempe and the people here. I respected that. “You in or out, Lang?”

I knew my answer but I had a statement to make as well. “Show me your other—what did you call it, your Para—” The air bubbled around Dylan making it hard to discern any of his features, then the dressed in black, dark and deadly man standing eye to eye with me blurred once again into an eight-foot shaggy Sasquatch. His huge paws hung at his side, level with my shoulders.

I studied furry-face, the slavering mouth, the intelligent black eyes. “Turn around,” I ordered.

The creature’s head tilted as if to say, Really? but turned as I reached out and tugged on his fur. A sound like a growl escaped and an image from the previous week resurfaced. “I saw you on Grand Pied Boulevard the morning after… damn,” I shook my head. “Grand Pied. French, for big foot—”

A bark escaped the massive jaws and the Finrir’s eyes glinted with laughter.

The air shifted as Dylan turned back, and I was face to face with the man again.

“So, you’re in.” Dylan’s voice sounded deeper, as if his vocal chords hadn’t quite made it from growl mode to human. Scratch that, not human.

“It’s a lot to take in…”

“And no time to play catch up,” said Dylan.

Tempe had stiffened, but visibly relaxed when I asked, “Where do we go from here?”

“We find River and take care of whoever is responsible.”

“Who do you think killed the Nucklevay?”

Dylan corrected, “Nucklavee. I’m not sure. Paige and her partners, Phoebe’s protectors, some other entity—human even—though not likely.”

“A human, go figure,” I muttered. I’d come a long way in two weeks… Light years.

 

 

Eve of Chaos

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Blurb: 

“You vill meet a dahk dangerrous strangah…”

…Aurora had predicted at the Mardi Gras ball, and as if someone left their Swords of War videogame on “share” in a parallel universe, the Dark Knight had walked in. Conor de Sept Flambe´ with the distinctive leathery tattoos spanning his muscular shoulders and magnificent flashing swords. “Where did he get those swords?” Montana drooled. He’d offered to prepare her for the Chaos, twenty-four hours when many Paramortals would lose their power.

With crazies coming out of the woodwork, Paramortals losing their abilities, personalities going AWOL, Sheriff Lang needs to know who will be left standing with him when the Para-moon begins. If Flambe´ is what Jack thinks he is, Destiny might have a chance. If not, they’ll be in deep… trouble.

 

Excerpt: Montana Wants to Ride Conor’s Dragon

The Knight’s handsome face broke into a grin. Which alternately made Montana want to kick him in his metal plated shins or clear off the bar and have him right there. The sword fighting last night had been exciting; for a warrior almost as good as sex, but—who was she kidding—she didn’t want to fight with him, not with hands, feet or swords. She wanted him under her. But first, she looked around to see if Liam was listening, then leaned in. His head tilted to match the angle of hers. Curious, he leaned in as well.

“I want to ride your dragon.”

His chin dropped, both eyes flashed then reduced to gold slits, as they’d done in his dragon form, but the heat receded when he got her true meaning. “This is not a carnival, and I am not your carousel horsey.”

Montana waved her hand. “Well, don’t get all offended like. I’ve just been daydreaming about seeing Destiny from the back of a magnificent fire-breathing dragon such as yourself, but…” she shrugged. “You’re not the only dragon in the sky.”

She willed herself to keep a straight face as tendrils of smoke oozed from his ears and nostrils, escaping in small erratic puffs as if his fire was percolating like Kilauea. His irises changed to the color of orange flame, and the temperature in the bar rose about ten degrees. Hers widened when the tattoos on his back seemed to swell like the molten cap on a volcano before it blows. So, she smiled and said, “You need to lighten up, Conor. Can’t you take a joke?”

She found herself upside down over two very wide shoulders sharing the space with those glittering swords, watching rocks skidder away from under his metal boots. Mother of Zeus, but he was strong. As her hair flopped against his back she called over her shoulder, “Um, drago, where are we going?” No response, but his steady march toward… she raised her head to watch the retreating landscape. He was eating up the distance between the bar and wherever he was headed.

To pass the time, she began counting his steps but got bored and gave up. Finally, the road, the trees began to look familiar.

“Conor, where are you taking me?” She wiggled in his grasp, trying to get free.

“Quit, Dinnshencha. You will appear undignified,” he growled.

“Well, you’re the one who put me this demeaning position.” There was silence on his end for three long strides while he thought about that. “If I had my Dinnshencha power you would not get away with this.”

Conor slowed and his broad hands, which had been holding her tightly to him, softened their hold, moved down her spine, cupped her butt lowering her very very slowly, until they were eye to eye.

“Which is why we must prepare. And then, tonight…” sigh, “we will fly, if it is your heart’s desire, Victoria.”

“Dammit, it’s Montana.”

“You are much too extraordinary for such an impuissant—inadequate—name.” Well, when he put it that way, Montana thought. “What is your real name, little dragon?”

She was sick of the little dragon moniker so she steeled herself, breathed it out with a disgusted sigh. “Branislava.”

“Ah, Glorious Protector… that suits. I get excited just thinking about it.”

Montana’s eyes widened at the fire leaking from his nostrils. “Well, we’ll have to see what we can do about that, fire-breather.”

 

Blame It on the Moon

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It’s the height of the Para-moon and Sheriff Jack Lang is up to his ‘6’ in alligators. Defending those weaker than himself is in his DNA which is what drove him to become a Navy pilot. Who is he kidding? Alligators he could handle! But supernatural bad guys… and ragtag doesn’t begin to describe his band of temporary ’heroes’. If he has to go to war with the group that showed up at dawn, he might as well start cutting up white sheets and attaching them to garden stakes.

With Tempe and the other Paramortals ill or incapacitated and the sudden appearance of beings he’s never heard of, will Jack be able to keep Destiny out of the hands of their enemies for the rest of the power down? It’s only twenty-four hours.

If worse comes to worse, he has a dragon on his side and a few surprises up his sleeve. “Yippe, ki, yi…” But a lot can happen in twenty-four hours and things don’t always go as planned.

Excerpt: I am Dragon. I Will Pause While You Behold My Awesomeness

Jack watched them saying, “She’s a Vouivre. At least, we think it’s a she. She was displaced to the Storm Lake tributaries through a crack in the ocean bottom caused during the Gulf oil disaster. The short of it is that we have an operation to remove her and take her back to the Gulf. Then…”

Tank shook his head in disbelief. “How are you going to move several tons of deadweight without getting a crane. That thing’s got to weigh—” His eyes widened as a dark shadow enveloped the landscape and the answer to his question flapped its wings overhead.

Slade reacted with lightning reflexes, the flat of his huge hand pushing Tank’s gun aside to keep him from throwing down on our dragon. Slade was the only one whose mouth didn’t drop open. Except for Lola, who wasn’t even looking.

We could have been on the moon for all the sound that accompanied Conor’s soft landing. For a few minutes he just stood there, facing Ridge’s soldiers—the big showoff—and taking part in a time-honored male tradition…the pissing contest.

And seriously? It was no contest. Forty-foot fire breathing dragon on one side, three little gun wielding soldiers on the other. Dragon—three, soldiers—zip.

“Gawddang!” was all Tank could say. With a glance at Tank, Montana walked over and stood beside Conor, as if to say, you mess with me, you mess with my dragon.

Tank looked at Slade. “Dang, Slade. He makes your dragon cloth look like cheesecloth.” Slade didn’t seem to find that very funny and raised his fire hose a tad in Tank’s direction. Tank shrugged and mumbled, “Just sayin’! Maybe you should negotiate your ‘look’ with Ridge.”

I introduced our dragon. “Meet the Dragon Knight, Conor de Sept Flambé.”

“Flambé,” muttered Slade. Guess a fire man would key in on that.

“Conor, meet Tank, Smoke, Slade, and Lola. My friend Ridge,” I pointed in his direction next, “brought them to help us out.”

Conor’s dragon brow rose and he looked at me as if to say, You’re kidding right? You’ve got me, what do you need them for?

I said, “Don’t forget we won’t have you to defend the airways and take down goofus while you’re relocating Vivie.”

Conor grunted, sat on his haunches like a four-story tall puppy, and changed. As he morphed into his knight form, for the first time since I’d seen him do it, the swords that were normally sheathed were extended in a defensive stance between the couple and our new arrivals.

I sighed and cut my eyes at him. He shrugged and sheathed his swords with a flip of his armored wrists creating awed sighs from at least one of the soldiers.

I gave them a quick primer on the dynamics of the power down. “Beyond that, I guess you could say, prepare to be surprised and react accordingly. Right now the only sure beings with power except for Conor, are the bad guys, but I hope our Paramortals will regain their abilities soon.”

Smoke asked in that silky quiet whisper, which still managed to make an impact, “What about the fairie?”

The way he put it—the fairie—I got the feeling he was acquainted with some. “The good Fae—they call themselves Bright Fae—will be guarding the Forge and leylines around the lake as well as Harmony.  I can’t tell you there are no bad fairies. Far as I know there’s bad everything. Anyone or anything that’s attacking humans, or any of our citizens, is fair game.”

*** Coming this winter. Book 5 continues with more of Tempe, Montana and Katerina and their ‘men’, Jack, Conor and Dylan. How will they deal with the changes the Moon has brought about? ***

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Hi, I’m Livia Quinn. With a life long fascination (read that:phobia) of storms, and living in Louisiana where severe weather is a part of life, it was only natural that it would play a big part in my world. The farther east you go the more weather you see and the less paranormal the stories are. But that doesn’t mean there’s no magic. What would life be like without a little magic?

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