Lissa
Trevor
Genre: Erotic Paranormal
Publisher: LooseID
eISBN - 9781623001667
ASIN: B00KR1NCQ6
Number of pages: 191
Word Count: 60,000
Cover Artist: April
Martinez
Book Description:
After the meteorite
wiped out civilization and most of the population, it took thirty years to
scrabble together rudiments of society again. Sex is the main currency, for
those who haven’t mutated special abilities.
Bethany, a Tech, is able
to channel electricity through her body and charge up electronics. When she
saves a Shifter girl about to be sold at auction, the girl’s brother, Lucas,
offers to repay the debt with his body. While Bethany would love to have Lucas
at her beck and call, she’d rather have sex with someone who wanted her as a
partner instead of an obligation. But unable to resist the sexy Shifter, she
agrees to his terms.
When an opportunity
presents itself to travel cross the ravaged countryside to loot the remains of
California, Bethany believes this is the best chance for her to find her own
brother, a rogue Shifter on the run for a crime he didn’t commit. Lucas wants
to go, too, to free his Shifter pack.
The caravan members are
expected to provide sexual services to the owners in exchange for passage out
and back. As the lines between pleasure and payment become blurred, Bethany
struggles to remain human while the pull of the energy feels good enough to
leave her meat sack body behind. Can Lucas learn to ground her against the
shifting currents?
Excerpt:
Bethany Macgregor searched the
airwaves until she found a funeral dirge that was used hundreds of years before
the meteorite hit. She let the heavy organ music wash over her through her tiny
headphones. Keith was getting married today. Leaning against the wooden post,
she felt the crisp air like a sympathetic caress on her face and neck. She
focused on the livestock being sold in the pen across from her and let the
smell of nature take her mind off her loneliness.
“Shouldn’t you be over at the
looters’ tents?” Maya, her tribe’s chief, walked up to her and put a hand on
her shoulder.
Bethany tried not to flinch,
and Maya removed her hand. Bethany sighed, popped out an earbud for politeness’
sake. “I did a quick walk by. There’s nothing that can’t wait until the last
day of conclave when the prices drop because the dealer doesn’t want to pack it
up for the long schlep back home.” And because the silence was starting to get
awkward, Bethany added, “Shouldn’t you be attending some back-slapping meeting
in the main cabin?” Or having a “massage” in your cabin with someone who wanted
a favor?
Maya snorted. “Backstabbing,
you mean. No, we’re on our morning break. And I decided to breathe in the fresh
smell of horse manure to clear my lungs.”
Bethany managed a wry smile.
Maya was fifty years old and the oldest one in their tribe on the bluff. She
had been twenty-one when the meteorite hit the world and knocked everyone back
to the Jurassic period. Well, probably better than the Jurassic period. Then,
all the dinosaurs had died whereas this time a few tough humans and animals
survived. And of course the cockroaches, but Bethany hadn’t seen one of those
since she left the part of Florida that was still above water to go up north
where the Tech was strongest. Maya had gathered together the Bluff tribe with a
shrewd sense of purpose and snapped Bethany up as soon as she entered the
territory.
“Keith’s doing a good thing.
We need another potter since we lost Angie to the Three Rivers tribe last
year,” Maya said.
Bethany nodded. It was
important to have the right mixture of artisans, farmers, and tradesmen to
survive in today’s world.
“Lem has volunteered to share
your bed, if you’re interested.”
Bethany’s stomach curled. Lem
had already made that offer, and it was apparent he was only doing what Maya
told him to do. Trying to keep the anger out of her voice, Bethany said, “I’m
not going to switch tribes over Keith’s marriage. The Bluffs are my home. You
can tell Lem he’s off the hook.”
“It’s not like that,” Maya
said but cut off when Bethany turned away and put the earbud back in.
The wind picked up a bit, and
stray bits of energy lit up the portable media player in her hand. Pain jabbed
into her temple, like a screwdriver had been jammed into it. Bethany exhaled
through the agony that turned her vision red, and pressed the center button on
the device. Maya watched fascinated, as always, when the menu came up, and
Bethany scrolled down to Alanis Morrisette’s “You Oughta Know.”
“Just don’t go flaunting that
Tech. You don’t have to be willing if another tribe gets it in their mind to
snatch you from us.”
Bethany just turned the music
up loud to match the pounding in her head that channeling the energy to run the
device gave her. Maya went away after one last longing look at the portable
media player. Letting the angry song fill her, Bethany rolled her neck to get
the kinks out of it and sat down with her eyes closed, helping her body deal
with the intensity of pulling in the energy. If she had done it gradually, the
pain wouldn’t have been that wretched, but she didn’t want easy or slow. The
pain was cleansing, wiping away a little of the self-pity she was feeling. When
the song was over, Bethany let the energy go with a sigh and a silent thanks.
Getting up, she felt eyes on her, and she looked around. The tribes were
socializing, chattering happily about the things they were going to trade.
She lovingly put the portable
media player back into her pocket. She had traded a looter her ham radio setup
for it. Bethany didn’t like hearing all the voices crying out in the darkness.
Although on cold, lonely nights it was a comfort to realize the world was still
going on and her tribe wasn’t the last people on Earth. Most of California and
Florida had sunk into the oceans. Mount St. Helens and all of the Alaskan
volcanoes had erupted, adding to the chaos. In a second after the meteor hit in
Russia, worldwide communications dropped. If Europe was even still there, no
one on this side of the Atlantic knew. There hadn’t been any contact outside
the United States for the past thirty years. There were rumors, but nothing
verified. And in the interim, strange and different creatures evolved. Bethany
was one of them.
“You look lovely.”
Bethany glanced up at Keith’s
voice, but he wasn’t talking to her. She watched her ex-lover, tall and
handsome in a rough-and-ready sort of way, lean down and kiss his almost-bride
on the cheek. They were strolling around the market, hand in hand, not a care
in the world.
Darting into a tent, Bethany
clenched her teeth as sharp jealousy drilled into her. It didn’t have the
purity of the energy pull. It was aching like a bad tooth. She willed herself
not to cry. It should have just been a marriage of convenience. A way to bring
the River tribe and the Bluff tribe together. Keith had told her so. In bed.
Several times. It didn’t look like it was convenient. In fact, it looked a lot
like love. Bethany listened to the vendor’s spiel since he was kind enough not
to notice her bright eyes or quivering lips. She was so grateful for the time
it gave her to pull it together that she wound up trading a set of charged
batteries for one of his canteens filled with a sweet honey mead before leaving
his tent.
Blinking the tears away, she
pretended they were from looking up at the sun that was muted from the ash
still in the atmosphere. A flutter of wings caught her eye. A brown eagle
perched on the tree next to her. It looked at her like she was a mouse.
Intelligent yellow eyes regarded her intently. It was a magnificent bird, beautiful
feathers and a regal look. Big too, she saw as it spread its wings and folded
them back to preen. Bethany bowed her head, feeling ridiculous at her awe of
the noble bird who continued to survive in such a desolate world. It would have
been born amid the chaos, like she had been.
Today wasn’t the first time
she had seen it. Or at least one that looked just like it. Up on the bluffs,
she’d sensed eyes on her and looked around only to see an eagle observing
silently. She had gotten used to it, tried to tempt it closer with bits of
meat, but it disdained her attempts at domestication. Still, when she walked in
the woods, the bird wasn’t ever far. Not for the first time, Bethany wondered
if it was a Shifter. She had given it plenty of time to shift in front of her,
often dillydallying in the brush far from camp, hoping the bird would
transform.
The truth was she had been
lonely even when she and Keith were together. The tribe needed her, wanted the
Tech she could provide. But they never fully accepted her because she wasn’t
normal. Dinners were a stilted affair, and social events strained, so Bethany
learned just to avoid them. Walking alone in the woods, she pretended the
animals in the woods were companions, like she had done when she was a little
girl. It was a game her brother, Daniel, had taught her, before he went feral
and killed all those people.
“I’ve got to stop this, or
I’ll be a sniveling wreck,” she told the bird, but the eagle wasn’t looking at
her. She followed its inscrutable golden eyes to the next animal up for
auction.
Lissa Trevor has her
stilettos firmly entrenched in the romance community. Spank Me Mr. Darcy is her
debut novel from Riverdale Avenue Books. She is a frequent reader at
Manhattan's Between The Covers events, where her novellas Wild Oats and
Timelash from Coliloquy's Entwined volumes 1 & 2 have been very popular.
Lissa also created an erotic story template for Coliloquy's ValEntwined
promotion that allowed readers to download a personalized ebook starring
themselves and their significant other.
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