Storm Lake - is it Mayberry or Middle Earth?Storm CrazyMy name is Tempest Pomeroy. I’m a mail carrier and a Paramortal like the rest of 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 wasMoreStorm Lake - is it Mayberry or Middle Earth?Storm CrazyMy name is Tempest Pomeroy. I’m a mail carrier and a Paramortal like the rest of 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 was like saying Katrina dropped a little rain on New Orleans. First my brother’s genie bottle went missing, then one of my customers had a stroke while reading me the riot act. I revived him with a zap of my emerging zeus juice! It was the first time I’d called my power on purpose and the hunky new sheriff almost caught me using my magic—big no-no. Things just went south from there. I discovered a dead body in the clubhouse and rescued River’s bottle from a locker by attacking it in with a Greg Norman wedge.
Guess who showed up, again? Yeah, my new friend, the sheriff.Now, my brother’s missing and the sheriff and my ex-lover are squaring off like yard dogs staking their claim. Aurora says it’s all a sign of my quickening. 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.Cry Me a RiverIsn’t it just like a man to exit a relationship when he finds out a woman has a few little secrets?
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$!” The last time I’d seen my almost boyfriend, Sheriff Jack Lang, a series of shocks had sent us both reeling, and he got his first glimpse of my Paramortal “talents”.Jack 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. He’s an ex-Navy pilot. He says he wants to know “everything”. Dylan 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…Eve of Chaos“You vill meet a dahk dangerrous sttrangah…” Aurora predicted at the Mardi Gras ball, and as if a gamer had left their Swords of War video game on “share” in a parallel universe, the Dark Knight walked in. Conor de Sept Flambe´ with his magnificent flashing swords and the distinctive leathery tattoos spanning his muscular bronze shoulders. “Where did he get those swords?” Montana drooled. She’d been unable to force her eyes away from him, and then he parted the crowd like Moses through the Red Sea, and asked her to dance. He said he wanted to show her some of his moves.Right!
Her Dinnshencha warrior wasn’t born yesterday. No, there’s more to this Knight than meets the eye, and he’s quite an eyeful. Recognizing her diminishing strength, he offered to prepare her for Chaos, twenty-four hours when most Paramortals would lose their power. But what could he teach her that she didn’t already know? A lot, turns out.With crazies coming out of the woodwork, Paramortals losing their abilities, and personalities going AWOL, Sheriff Lang wants to know who will be left standing with him when the power shuts off.
If Flambe´ is what Jack thinks he is, Destiny might have a chance. If not, they’ll be in deep… trouble.