I have a new book out (and hey, who doesn't?) and I'd love to share some of it with you.
I've always loved superheroes – Batman, the Avengers, Man of Steel, who doesn't love some cool action adventure and hot dudes, right? – and for years I've wanted to write my own superhero book. Preferably with lashings of romance.
But I said to myself: self, why should the dudes get all the action? Why not have a superheroine? So the main character in SCORCHED is a telekinetic crimefighter named Verity, who finds more trouble than she bargained for when she uncovers a supervillain conspiracy to destroy her city… and a vicious traitor hiding in her own crimefighting family.
So she's homeless and on the run from this nasty traitor, when she stumbles across a mysterious new friend… or is he? Check him out for yourself – here's a scene from SCORCHED, where Verity wakes up trapped in a strange secret lair…
A double row of screens gleamed—websites, television channels, CCTV—above a long desk covered in a mess of paper and photographs six inches deep. In a high-backed chair hunched a long lean figure, his shadow looming huge and monstrous on the wall.
He didn't stop typing. Didn't look up. Just jerked his head towards the corner of the room. "Door's that way."
So much for stealth. I cleared my throat, and stepped out where he could see me. But I still clasped my hands tightly behind my back, ready. "Excuse me?"
"You can leave whenever you want. I won't stop you. No need to break things." His voice was rough and rich, like old bourbon. His battered leather coat hung over the back of his wheeled chair. He finished whatever he was doing, and swung his chair around, skidding into the light.
Strong, lean, the same tight black T-shirt and jeans he'd worn before. A few days of beard shadowed his chin, dark against his olive skin, and his wild black hair had a single albino splash at the front. He wore a leather band buckled around one wrist, and a silver ring on his right ring finger.
Intriguing. Younger than I'd expected, for a guy who'd sent a gang of haters screaming. Warmer, somehow. I wanted to see the rest of his face.
But I couldn't. He wore a mask. A black one, like mine, tied at the back of his head and cut around sharp cheekbones that made him look feral or crazy. All I could see were his eyes, deep and starlit black.
Uh-huh. I wanted to fidget. Handsome devil, to be sure. The crazies often are, in that offbeat, intriguing sort of way. It's a rule of the universe, or something. Sick equals sexy.
But suddenly I was conscious of my scarred cheek, my bruises, the fact that I was wearing his shirt and nothing else.
I dragged in a fistful of power and swept a pile of books off his desk. "That's close enough."
Paper drifted in dust, and settled. He didn't move. Just glanced at the mess I'd made, and then back at me. His black-and-white hair stuck up in odd directions, like a skunk who'd partied too hard. He reminded me of my little brother Chance, only Chance was cheerful and careless. This guy looked neither. "Threat taken," he said calmly. "You done?"
I studied him, wary. No reaction. No move to retaliate. Whatever his augment was, he was keeping it holstered for now. Was that stripe in his hair real? He didn't seem the type to make like a skunk. "For the moment," I said at last. "But you'll talk, or maybe I will start breaking stuff. Starting with you. Who are you?"
"You can call me Glimmer."
I recalled my assailants, clawing for their eyeballs though nothing was there. Glimmer. A hypnosis trick, maybe? "Is that what your friends call you?"
"I don't have any friends." He folded his arms, and muscles bulged in the sleeves of his T-shirt.
"Figures. You always wear your mask in the house, Glimmer?"
"I have a guest. It's only polite… oh, wait." He stuffed a hand into his back pocket and offered me a little black bundle. "This was in your jeans. I kept it for you."
My mask. I snatched it, careful not to touch him, and unrolled it, enjoying the warm softness in my fingers. It smelled of him, vanilla and danger.
Okay. So he knew I was augmented. I knew the same about him. Not a recipe for friendship.
Glimmer smiled, bittersweet. "Don't mention it."
Verity Fortune was once Sapphire City’s top crime-fighter, wielding her powers of telekinesis to battle the city’s most despicable villains.
Now, she’s consumed by a single burning desire: revenge. Against those who took away her mask, her memory, and nearly her life.
Having escaped from the asylum they left her to rot in, Verity dons her mask once again and becomes the Seeker, a vigilante warrior for truth.
But when she unwittingly uncovers an evil conspiracy deep within her own family, she’s suddenly on the run, alone and hunted by those she thought were on her side…
Amazon UK http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B00JTN14KO
Amazon Australia http://www.amazon.com.au/dp/B00JTN14KO