‘The Golden Touch’ is the first completed novel in ‘The Hummer Journals’ series, but I’ve yet to publish it as I aim to complete the second novel ‘Blind Vision’, before I take a giant leap into the empire of E-books.
The novel idea came to me quite a few years ago, when I sat on a pebbly, sunny beach in Spain, but has changed significantly since then. I hope for the better.
Here is an off-the-cuff piece from my main character Melinda Hummer. It doesn’t feature in the novel, but hopefully will give you a feel for what the books about. (The genre is Paranormal/Chick-lit with bite and not as saucy or erotic as it might appear. Just so you know.)
Limbs entwined, skin on skin, lips soft, kissing, biting. A wave of pleasure followed pain, rode by a deeper pleasure and a sweeter pain. My mind exploded with colours; blue, green, orange then red. Deep red, the colour of velvet and blood. My blood.
I awoke with a gasp and a yearning in my groin that morphed into guilt. My fiance was on death row and I was lusting after a vampire. Who’d done nothing but re-invade my life and tear it apart. If I looked up Michael in the thesaurus, it would surely be nestled within arrogant, vain and fastidious.
Sweat laced my brow and dampened my armpits. I sat up in the dark and unfamiliar room. Rose cottage, HIS home, where he’d abandoned me after our near kiss. I really shouldn’t be complicating things further. My priorities were well-out-of-place, crashing across the cosmos of my mind like colliding planets.
Dan had proposed, he was what mattered. After all I’d said yes, hadn’t I?
I lifted my hand, the heavy weight of the engagement ring glinting in the moonlight. I’d made my choice, whether the Supernatural government approved or not. They hadn’t given a damn for thirty-two years. What gave them the right to interfere now?
My fist clenched as I placed chains of titanium around my heart. Michael was a fling, a stupid hot summer moment, nothing more. He might have inadvertently opened the Supernatural world to me. Set me on a path towards the unleashed powers I might possess. But I chose to walk that path, and right then, I did not. Would not. I chose me, and my average life, with my average job and-Dan.
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