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The
Blue Effect
Renegade
Heroes
Book
One
Rose
Shababy
Genre: Adult Urban Sci-fi/Fantasy
Date of Publication: September
8th, 2014
Cover Artist: Regina Wamba
Book Description:
Blue
Brennan is jaded and bitter despite her pinup girl looks and quick wit. Night
after night, she scours the Seattle club scene looking for someone or something
to fill the emptiness inside.
Blue
is inexplicably drawn to Kasey and reluctantly enters his world filled with a
new breed of humanity. They’re misfits like her, blessed or cursed with
powerful abilities, struggling to hide their differences from the rest of
society.
Then
the group discovers
a nameless, faceless sociopath with nightmarish powers; and he’s coming for
Blue. She’s left reeling when they discover her gifts are the key to defeating
his terrible evil and saving them all.
Now she must race against the clock to harness her own powers and save
her new friends. Can she be more than a renegade? Can she be a hero too?
Excerpt One
As
I scanned the crowd my eyes fell on one person out of sync with the rest. Close
to my age, maybe a little older, he obviously didn’t belong in the club. His
clothes, messy looking slacks and a gray t-shirt, hung on his lean frame. He
finished his look with a tartan scarf and brown fedora that seemed more at home
on an old man than one in his twenties.
He
pulled his hat off and shaggy brown hair fell across his eyes as he danced.
Well, he didn’t dance so much as sway to the music, his eyes closed while a
hint of a smile graced his lips. As he danced, he bobbed his head back and
forth and his hands moved like graceful waves. His shadow grin seemed to infuse
his entire body. He danced by himself as if he didn’t care what anyone around
him thought, as if he danced for himself and no one else. He looked completely
out of place, yet he appealed to me and I felt myself wanting to go to him.
I
was shocked by the surge of jealousy that rushed through me as I stared at him.
His face broke through my drunken haze and I realized this man was no paper
doll. His face belonged to a truly happy man. Hell, he looked fucking ecstatic.
He
had the face of an angel.
Excerpt Two
“Kasey,”
I yelled stupidly, knowing it wouldn’t do any good but unable to stop myself.
“Kasey, where are you?”
I
burst through another door to find the bathroom, a layer of steam frozen in the
air. I pulled the curtain back without even thinking about who might be in the
shower, and slumped with relief when I found Kasey. He held a washcloth to his
face as a stream of water rained down on him, frozen in place.
“Kasey,”
I breathed happily, and reached out to grab his hand.
As
I touched him, the same spark I always felt when we made contact erupted and
the world came to life again. Water spewed all over me, soaking my clothes,
spilling over onto the floor, but I didn’t care.
Kasey
startled and yelped a little when he saw me. He recovered quickly. “Blue? What
happened?”
I
smiled, my tears mixing with the hot water from the shower as I launched myself
at him, hugging him tightly. He smiled back and wrapped his arms around me.
Thank
god I found you! I thought. “I’m so glad you’re here,” I whispered in his ear.
“I
knew you would come back,” he whispered back, just before his lips found mine.
Excerpt Three
Clearly
the time had come for the two of us to have it out. “I may have thought you
were hot when we first met, and you got to listen to the nasty thoughts in my
head, but every time we meet I find it harder to like you. In fact, every time
you open your mouth, you get uglier and uglier. I don’t know if Val was right,
and you really are jealous, but let me make this crystal clear for you. There
is no part of me that wants you.”
His
eyes narrowed for a moment, and then, before I could do anything, his hands
shot out and grabbed my shoulders again. He yanked me close to him and I the
heat from his chest burned through my t-shirt. His face was so close to mine I
could feel his hot breath blazing against my cheek when he spoke. “You’re a
little liar,” he hissed. “There is a part of you that likes this,” he shook me
a little and I flushed with rage… and something else. “And goddamn me, there’s
a part of me that likes it too.” He hovered with his face still close to mine
and for a moment I thought he was going to kiss me. My head fell back slightly
and my lips parted involuntarily as I anticipated his invasion.
Then
he released me, almost flinging me away from him. I pressed my back against the
wall as I watched him and tried to catch my breath as my traitorous heart beat
so hard I thought it might burst out of my chest.
“Let
me make this crystal clear for you,” he mimicked. “Kasey is like a brother to
me and if you hurt him, you’ll wish you never met me.”
“I already do,” I whispered with sincerity.
About
the Author:
Rose Shababy and her family
reside in eastern Washington State. Rose grew up in the Northwest but swears
she’s going to move to warmer climates someday. She’s claimed this for over 20
years, however, and has yet to move more than 75 miles away from her mother.
Rose has a deep love of all
things Star Trek and yearns to travel the heavens, as well as an intense desire
to be bitten by a radioactive spider.
Unfortunately she sucks at
science and math so she hasn’t been able bring her dreams to life, instead
living vicariously through books, comics, television and film. She hopes to
someday make a million dollars so she can afford to buy her way to the
international space station, but she’d settle for being able to fly around the
world and leap tall buildings in a single bound.
Rose also loves to cook and
worked for years in a gourmet Italian grocery and deli where she learned to
hone her skills. She prepares culinary masterpieces for her family, but
fervently wishes the dishes would wash themselves. Especially now that her
dishwashers/children are nearly grown and only one still lives at home.
Rose likes to use her free time
wisely. For instance, she likes to daydream, will often read for hours until
she falls asleep on the couch with an electric blanket and a warm tabby cat
curled up on her hip, as well as spending cozy weekend days watching Syfy
movies like Sharknado and Mega Piranha with her husband.
If Rose were a cartoon animal,
she’d prefer to be a wise old owl or a sleek and sexy jaguar, but in reality
she’d probably be a myopic mole with coke-bottle glasses.
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