Finding Esta
The Supes Series #1
By Shah Wharton
Adult Paranormal/Urban Fantasy Romance
December 16, 2012
Heat Level: Sweet
Word Count: 120,000
Available at: Amazon (US) | Amazon (UK)
Blurb:
An unusual young woman and fledgling journalist, Luna has various restrictive oddities, all of which prevent any kind of physical intimacy. Abusive parents take pleasure in Luna’s misery and isolation, yet Luna strives to make them proud, to finally earn their elusive love – something she craves almost as much as the painless touch of a lover.
When she learns of a tragic story involving the kidnap of baby Esta, she jumps at the chance to investigate, dragging her Shadows along for the ride within the murky depths of her mind.
Meanwhile, a dark stranger visits Luna’s dreams and stalks her reality. In lieu of the real thing, their intimate moments excite rather than terrify. Nestled within his presence, she begins to sense an urgent message of danger – a message she struggles to interpret, until they finally meet….
Her investigations lead Luna to a vibrant seaside town, hiding copycat aliens and an underworld of Supernaturals. Here, she comes face-to-face with her own, terrifying identity. Confronted with life-changing decisions and the harshest of truths, Luna questions her sanity, searching for logic, feeling deceived by both.
Is Luna trapped in a newfound supernatural world, or within her own delusions? And will anyone care enough to save her?
Excerpt:
In the vision, the loitering stranger sat undaunted, unguarded, unhindered; his beefy fingers threaded, his hands rested on the round table between us, outside a café. It appeared to be our favourite café; The Pantry. We frequented there often, to people-watch, drink copious amounts of coffee, and enjoy the beauty of the night. It rained softly, and because we often walked on such nights, the vision became all too real.
He appeared unearthly, anomalous even, yet the familiarity of him unnerved me most. I had been this close to him before—closer perhaps. But when, how?
The sounds and movements of those around us slowed down. I felt submerged beneath deep water, though I could still breath. His face hidden beneath a heavy hood, he remained elusive, yet I began to feel peaceful, even safe. Until the atmosphere changed and I prickled all over, super-charged inside.
Long white fingers of light passed from within him to pierce my gasping breast, and intrigued mind. Soon, the normal clatter and banter of the evening crowd silenced, as if the noise were sucked out with a liposuction rod. Their chatter stolen, the people around us froze, like bronzes. Rain clouds dipped shoulder level, misting up the atmosphere, cooling our dampened bodies.
He held my gloved hand in his and I enjoyed the intimacy, the delicate kisses of the evening rain, and the peace that came with being submerged within the clouds. I tried to read his emotions, see his aura, neither of which were possible. The silence of him became disconcerting and arousing. I searched through shadows for facial features, but found nothing to carry into reality. No sly, telltale identifiers. He’d blocked them all somehow, with garments, shade, light.
Then he mumbled, passing on information cautiously, but I couldn’t access the details as I might have in the actual dream. The memory of his deep, indulgent voice made little sense to me once awake, it’s tribal harmonies built waves of desire, not information.
Despite his control over our environment, and me, I remained calm, believing he posed no threat. I needed to understand him, though all I could glean was I must travel, investigate, even fight for my life, and find something of immense importance.
But what?
Like a phony psychic reading, it gave me vague ideas and no specifics – little of any worth to work with.
About the Author:
In November of 2010, Shah found herself in Dubai, having moved from the UK for her husband’s new job. With no job or friends of her own, she had a lot of time on her hands and decided to take the advice of online friends she’d met through webook.com, and build her own blog. WordsinSync was born and was the catalyst in meeting fellow authors and bookworms galore. She moved on from writing poetry (two published) and short stories (one published) onto using her imagination to write novels. She has learned a lot on her adventure into stories and storytelling, mostly from the awesome advice of her online peer-group.
Her great loves are her patient husband and their German Shepherd, Bobby. Her passions are writing, reading, blogging, movies, photography, music, theatre, travel, and fine dining. Her qualifications include BSc (Hons) psychology, counselling, hypnotherapy and mentoring.
Genres of choice include anything dark with fangs and/or that will make her squirm, or jump, or scream out an expletive. She is an avid Kindle abuser and adores the indie writing community, and being part of the e-publishing revolution and supports all authors on her bookish/author blog – Shah Wharton’s WordsinSync.
Author Links:
http://shahwharton.com/
(US): http://www.amazon.com/-/e/B00AGBQ4SA
(UK): http://www.amazon.co.uk/-/e/B00AGBQ4SA
http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6558975.Shah_Wharton
https://www.facebook.com/findingesta/
https://twitter.com/shahw1
https://plus.google.com/u/0/105777291855668712953
By Shah Wharton
Adult Paranormal/Urban Fantasy Romance
December 16, 2012
Heat Level: Sweet
Word Count: 120,000
Available at: Amazon (US) | Amazon (UK)
Blurb:
An unusual young woman and fledgling journalist, Luna has various restrictive oddities, all of which prevent any kind of physical intimacy. Abusive parents take pleasure in Luna’s misery and isolation, yet Luna strives to make them proud, to finally earn their elusive love – something she craves almost as much as the painless touch of a lover.
When she learns of a tragic story involving the kidnap of baby Esta, she jumps at the chance to investigate, dragging her Shadows along for the ride within the murky depths of her mind.
Meanwhile, a dark stranger visits Luna’s dreams and stalks her reality. In lieu of the real thing, their intimate moments excite rather than terrify. Nestled within his presence, she begins to sense an urgent message of danger – a message she struggles to interpret, until they finally meet….
Her investigations lead Luna to a vibrant seaside town, hiding copycat aliens and an underworld of Supernaturals. Here, she comes face-to-face with her own, terrifying identity. Confronted with life-changing decisions and the harshest of truths, Luna questions her sanity, searching for logic, feeling deceived by both.
Is Luna trapped in a newfound supernatural world, or within her own delusions? And will anyone care enough to save her?
Excerpt:
In the vision, the loitering stranger sat undaunted, unguarded, unhindered; his beefy fingers threaded, his hands rested on the round table between us, outside a café. It appeared to be our favourite café; The Pantry. We frequented there often, to people-watch, drink copious amounts of coffee, and enjoy the beauty of the night. It rained softly, and because we often walked on such nights, the vision became all too real.
He appeared unearthly, anomalous even, yet the familiarity of him unnerved me most. I had been this close to him before—closer perhaps. But when, how?
The sounds and movements of those around us slowed down. I felt submerged beneath deep water, though I could still breath. His face hidden beneath a heavy hood, he remained elusive, yet I began to feel peaceful, even safe. Until the atmosphere changed and I prickled all over, super-charged inside.
Long white fingers of light passed from within him to pierce my gasping breast, and intrigued mind. Soon, the normal clatter and banter of the evening crowd silenced, as if the noise were sucked out with a liposuction rod. Their chatter stolen, the people around us froze, like bronzes. Rain clouds dipped shoulder level, misting up the atmosphere, cooling our dampened bodies.
He held my gloved hand in his and I enjoyed the intimacy, the delicate kisses of the evening rain, and the peace that came with being submerged within the clouds. I tried to read his emotions, see his aura, neither of which were possible. The silence of him became disconcerting and arousing. I searched through shadows for facial features, but found nothing to carry into reality. No sly, telltale identifiers. He’d blocked them all somehow, with garments, shade, light.
Then he mumbled, passing on information cautiously, but I couldn’t access the details as I might have in the actual dream. The memory of his deep, indulgent voice made little sense to me once awake, it’s tribal harmonies built waves of desire, not information.
Despite his control over our environment, and me, I remained calm, believing he posed no threat. I needed to understand him, though all I could glean was I must travel, investigate, even fight for my life, and find something of immense importance.
But what?
Like a phony psychic reading, it gave me vague ideas and no specifics – little of any worth to work with.
In November of 2010, Shah found herself in Dubai, having moved from the UK for her husband’s new job. With no job or friends of her own, she had a lot of time on her hands and decided to take the advice of online friends she’d met through webook.com, and build her own blog. WordsinSync was born and was the catalyst in meeting fellow authors and bookworms galore. She moved on from writing poetry (two published) and short stories (one published) onto using her imagination to write novels. She has learned a lot on her adventure into stories and storytelling, mostly from the awesome advice of her online peer-group.
Genres of choice include anything dark with fangs and/or that will make her squirm, or jump, or scream out an expletive. She is an avid Kindle abuser and adores the indie writing community, and being part of the e-publishing revolution and supports all authors on her bookish/author blog – Shah Wharton’s WordsinSync.
Author Links:
http://shahwharton.com/
(US): http://www.amazon.com/-/e/B00AGBQ4SA
(UK): http://www.amazon.co.uk/-/e/B00AGBQ4SA
http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6558975.Shah_Wharton
https://www.facebook.com/findingesta/
https://twitter.com/shahw1
https://plus.google.com/u/0/105777291855668712953
3 comments:
Hey there, thanks for the 'special feature' :D and hosting me on my VBT. Have a great day. X
Hello, Shah! So glad to have you this week! I hope you enjoy your spotlight and best of luck to you in your career.
Hi Shah,
Sounds like a deeply haunting premise! Congratulations and best wishes on your release!
Cheers, Sara
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