New Release – Novella – Amory’s Mate by Nevea Lane


You asked, now you shall receive.   We ran an experiment for a while of shorter stories, however, most fans have indicated they want something longer… (don’t we all… *snicker*)  So here I give to you, Amory’s Mate, a longer work that will knock your socks off with action and sensuality.     The heroine is a independent damsel that is in distress but you won’t see her faint nor swoon.   She is packing guns and knows how to use them.     Here is a blurb and an excerpt.  It is available now at http://www.sharaazod.com/ebook/amorys-mate.html

 

Amory's Mate

 

Blurb –

Running in the woods through deep snow in the middle of the night wasn’t a good idea no matter who you were. Running through the woods at night, during a blizzard with a stolen laptop, several stolen microchips, and two goons chasing you was an even worse idea. Angel Harmon was always full of ideas, but this late-night run hadn’t been her plan. She thought for the hundredth time that hour that all she was doing was her job. She thought she’d chosen a safe career in the IT field. Being a security specialist, she found security breaches in websites and company programs. All she was doing was her job, and now someone was dead and she was obviously next.

Amory Monteclaire had been out on a run with his packmates when he’d crossed paths with the mocha skinned female running through the woods.  Her scent was intoxicating enough for him to want her, the fact that she was in danger made him want to protect her.  The question is, would the wildly independent woman stay in his world once she was out of danger?

EXCERPT –

“Angel.” It was all he could say; his chest was heaving, the urge to howl was too close, and her lips were still pressing closed-mouthed kisses on his cheek and his chin.

“Amory,” she returned. Her voice was serious, even if she had no idea what she was doing or what he was saying. She sighed then laughed. Stopping her assault on his body with her mouth—for which he was grateful—and sitting up, she looked him in the eye. Her normally almond-shaped eyes were in the most seductive slits he’d ever seen. There was something to be said about a woman who could look at a man without a look of fear—he just couldn’t think what it was. What he saw, in that moment, was the warrior his Angel really was. Her look was sensual and defiant. His chest swelled as she stared at him. “What? You think I’m going to cower because of what you are? You think you howling, growling, grunting, and whimpering is going to stop this want I have for you? Are you really that bad of a wolf, Amory?” That last question was asked in defiance, as if she was daring him. “Well, are you? Are you that bad of a wolf that you don’t think I can handle you?”

 

 

Go pick up your copy and of course, let me know what you think.    Happy Reading!

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Not So French Vanilla – new eBook by Nevea Lane – Available now!


Dabney had finally done it, she made the perfect vanilla cupcake! The smell was so intoxicating it brought her longtime friend and neighbor Camron knocking at her door. However, what Camron wanted was more than just a taste of her latest baked goodies. He was about to let his bountiful beautiful baker know that what he wanted was not so French Vanilla.
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Coming Soon from Nevea Lane – Unexpected (A Paranormal)


It’s funny how the smallest details can get you into a world of trouble. For Dinah Jacobs, it was a small

cat. No problem, she didn’t fear stray cats, especially not as beautiful as the Siamese that was always

waiting for her when she got home. She fed her, gave her a name, and even bought her a flea collar.

That is where things went terribly wrong. The darn cat dashes into her mysterious neighbors home as

she was trying to get the collar around his neck. Trying to get the Siamese out of the neighbors house,

she discovers the cat mislead her. It wasn’t a stray. It belonged to the very dark, very brooding, very

handsome next door neighbor. Galien was more than what he appeared at first glance, but did she

want to stick around t find out what made him so unique? Galien wasn’t going to give her a choice. She

broke into his home, she was about to find out what happens when vampires get unexpected guests.

*Excerpt*

“Are you going to kill me?” she whispered. Galien was right. She wanted him, but she didn’t want to die for desire. Nothing was worth that.
“You’ve been to France, oui?”
She could only nod.
“Then you know what le petit mort means.”
She nodded again.
“And…?” he said, his fingers tracing a line under her jaw to her earlobe.
“It means the little death, or orgasm,” she said, her voice sounding small, helpless, breathless, and completely in need.
“Then, oui, I’m going to kill you over and over and over again.” His smile was sweet, his tone sincere…
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New Release – If I Could Go


*Peeking around*  Wow, is it empty in here.  *dusting microphone off* Hello?  *echoes*  *Tapping mic*

HELLO UNIVERSE!

It has been a while.   I could say, shame on me, but I’m really not ashamed.   Everyone needs to recharge their batteries every once in a while, we are all human, well most of us are.

Which brings me to my point of stopping in.   We are all human, apt to faint, be fickle, get tired, lose our phones, marbles, watch, mind…you name it.  As humans, as much as we gain, we can lose.   Given the emotional time of losing loved ones and letting things go, sometimes we wonder, what are we doing it all for?  Love.  Love, in its many forms, does make the world go round.  Whether it be for love of money, love of yourself, love for others, love for the world… Love does play a part in everything we do.

Moving on to my next point – What would you do for love?  Would you stick around for over a thousand years just for a glimpse of a soul you once knew?   Would you believe your dreams, no matter how absurd they sounded or looked?

I’ve decided to go down that word and examine what two souls would do for love.  This short novella is a starting point to introduce you to my new set of characters,  Marius and Fia.   While this beginning work is short, it is merely just a ‘jump-off’ to the next work which is in progress.

With that being said, how about a buy link? Click the image or go here – http://www.sharaazod.com/ebook/if-i-could-go.html

 

Fia Nyx was exhausted. Not from her job, leading an analysis team in Italy to expand the Roman section at the Smithsonian sounds like it would be exhausting, but it was actually her sleep that was keeping Fia exhausted. The dreams of the sexy male with his blonde hair and blue eyes making her squirm and cry out in passion would be great, if they stayed in her dreams, while she was in bed. Now the dreams were occurring mid conversation. Her sister is begging her to come home, but Fia can’t help to feel there is something more to these waking dreams. What she finds is a lot deeper than sleep deprivation.

New Release Available at http://www.sharaazod.com/ebook/if-i-could-go.html
New Release Available at http://www.sharaazod.com/ebook/if-i-could-go.html

Coloring Outside the Lines (with a New Release)


Why did you do this to me? 

I’m an extremely dominant woman and usually can’t be told what to do, unless it is in role-play, but unless you are my mate, don’t even think about it.  So, what I concluded is that I have a very hard time hearing ‘you belong to this box’.  I belong in no-one’s box.    So I did not write a non-interracial book to irritate fans or to do anything but the obvious: to avoid being pigeon-holed.    I could have come up with another pseudonym but I  already have enough muses talking to me, I really don’t need another ‘voice’ coming at me with ideas.  So I wrote a non-IR work for no other purpose but to flex my literary muscle.

Love is colorless 

It doesn’t matter what color of skin you live in, all that matters is that love conquers all things.  Now, could I take some flack for not being a certain color and writing about a heroine in that color? Yep, but I’m not hearing you.  Love is colorless and no matter your pigment, you know distress, you know romance and you know emotions.  Emotions are not based upon how much melanin is in your skin or what ‘hood’ you grew up in.  As far as I know, rage is rage, hurt is hurt and love is love.

The New Release

As you can tell from the cover, this is a non-Interracial book that exceeds color lines.  LOOK AT THAT COVER!  How could you not want to write about them?  Look at that embrace, the look in their eyes.  It is sensual, seductive and erotic.  How could I not craft a story for this wonderful couple?

Initate and Ignite
Initate and Ignite

So now that you know somewhat why I wrote this  touching and endearing story of a PTSD suffering Marine and a touch therapist, how about an excerpt to entice you?

Blurb – Massage therapist Celine Beauregard came across all types of people in her line of work; those who were nice, and those who could be classified as the scum of the earth. Then there was Gunnery Sergeant Xerxes Talmay, a war-weary vet with a case of post-traumatic stress disorder. Something always ached in Celine when she set eyes on the tall handsome Marine, and her job was to help. The soldier needed different therapy, and Celine decided it was time to initiate the man to the true power of touch.

EXCERPT

Perhaps it was her mind playing tricks on her. She’d like to think she’d always kept the relationship between her and Xerxes one hundred percent professional, but in his arms now, she questioned why she always made him the last appointment of her day. Maybe it was because she wanted his face to be the last face she saw before she settled in for the evening.

“I’ve never tried to dance with a client before, Xerxes. This isn’t typical.” Celine felt like she needed to defend what she was doing in his arms, as if there was some sort of code of conduct she signed. The only code she was going by was her own personal morals, and she didn’t want to feel like she was taking advantage of someone.

“I wouldn’t think it was typical for you, and if I had any inkling that it was, you wouldn’t have seen me after the first session. I’m a Marine, Celine. I’m trained to spot inconsistencies.”

“Then you and I are a lot alike. I’m trained to spot them as well. Care to tell me what you think your anchor is, since I’ve been trying to figure it out,” Celine said. She didn’t expect him to twirl her around and dip her in a move that could have been in a Fred Astaire movie. When he pulled her into his embrace, and wrapped his arms around her, her body involuntarily shuddered with delight.

“My guess is that my anchor,” Xerxes said as he looked her up and down, “is you.” His gaze strayed to her lips again. She knew he was going to kiss her even before he licked his lips. It was the look in his eyes, and she wasn’t going to stop him. Her eyes fluttered closed even as he took his time leaning down to her lips.

The kiss was as soft as a whisper, at first, dancing across her lips, leaving the memory of his mouth on hers. Working with Xerxes over the past months, she’d always kept her distance, letting him find his own pace with their sessions. Now, in his arms, she realized the months of touching him, trying to soothe him, she’d formed an attraction to him that went beyond his mere physical appearance.

He raised his head from the kiss, his deep brown eyes burrowing into hers, making her feel hot, desired, wanton and scared shitless all at the same time. She met his gaze unwaveringly, and tried to read his expression. It was lust for sure. She’d seen that plenty times before. However, Xerxes lustful look contained just enough longing to make her womanhood clench.

“Will you be my anchor?” He asked as his lips descended on hers again, this time, the light kisses were gone. His tongue plundered her mouth as if he was on a mission to capture every single one of her breaths and inhale it as his own. Over her mouth, his tongue raked against her lips, his teeth nipping the corners, his hands roaming over her bare back. Every motion whipped up a frenzy of lust that made her feel faint. He broke the kiss, and she had to take in big gulps of air.

“Anchor me, Celine. Be the calm in the midst of the noise.”

If you want more, click the cover and head on over to Beautiful Trouble Publishing to get your copy. 

Until we meet again, love is limitless, color outside the lines and break free from stereotypes.  

New Releases and Attacking the Fear


Ahhhhh, it has been a while hasn’t it people?  I haven’t blogged for much of anything in the past year, but I have a good reason!   Life has changed, and so has my writing style.  As a kid, do you remember all those little anecdotes they told you in English class to help you get through your writing?  “Show, don’t tell.” “Write what you know.” etc…?  Well I’m here to tell you, that at least that part of school was not total bunk.

Show, don’t tell… I wanted to show readers what it is like to be in conflict.    I wanted you to FEEL it… Can you, as the reader, feel what it is that heroine/hero is going through.  So I’ve changed the way I write because, simply, life has changed.   Gone  are the days where things are black and white.  At 33, I’ve found that life is loud and in color.   There are blue moments, red moments, orange moments, brown moments, and ultraviolet moments.   Let me bring you one of those moments – Presenting Love as Wide as the Atlantic –

LOVE AS WIDE AS THE ATLANTIC – 

Why would I write something that is emotionally engaging as well as full of the hot and steamy stuff?  Because that is what life is!  What I’ve learned is that anything that is hot, steamy, erotic or highly sensual will have an emotional tie to it.   Don’t let anyone tell you that there is just sex to be sex… Ok, I will rephrase, don’t let a man tell you sex is just sex.    Anything that is worth having in your life even if it is a one night stand, is an emotional thing.  Sometimes you just feel like ‘you gotta have it’, well that’s emotion folks.   So now, what do you do when faced with a question that could flip everyone that you know world’s upside down…. I would say…ask Alexia…What would you have done?

Alexia Woods came to know the phrase “stuck between a rock and a hard place” all too well during her college years. The rock? Cody Slater. The hard place? Heath McCormack. As their days slowly dwindled, leading up to graduation Alexia resigned herself to the fact that their oh so manageable relationship wouldn’t be oh so manageable anymore and gave her boys a farewell that she believed would last forever, just like her heartbreak from having to say goodbye. So why is it years down the line she finds herself Cody’s date to Heath’s wedding–a wedding that as far as she’s concerned shouldn’t be taking place because in her heart of hearts she knows both men belong solely to her? What’s a girl to do when her love is not only as wide as the Atlantic but just as deep and tumultuous too?

Love As Wide

 

 

*EXCERPT*

Cody Slater looked at the gold filigree lettering on the wedding announcement and
invitation again. He couldn’t believe his best friend was actually going to marry that gold digger.
He loved Heath like a brother, but he couldn’t let this mistake continue, and he didn’t honestly
believe that Heath even liked the dimwit blonde his parents had picked out for him, let alone
loved her enough to marry her.
Tapping the card on his chin, he needed to think. What he really needed was a drink,
but he’d sworn off the stuff years ago after a two-day binge trying to forget he’d driven Alexia to
the airport. He’d gotten into a fight, had his nose broken, and called Heath a spoiled rotten rich
kid that wouldn’t have let Alexia walk away if he had taken the silver spoon from his mouth.
The insults he’d hurled at Heath were nothing compared to the ache he felt inside when he
thought of Alexia.
Not that he thought Alexia would actually stay if Heath had renounced all his wealth.
She was too independent and headstrong to care about money. Cody had felt a twinge of
jealousy when Alexia seemed more concerned about Heath’s welfare than his own. That was the
moment when she’d shared with him the one thing that had cut him up more than her leaving
did. Her words echoed through his mind now as he got up to retrieve his laptop.
When this is over, you two will still be best friends and have each other. I on the other hand, won’t have
anyone. Cody will need his parents and his wealth, and you will need your best friend.
He wanted to tell her then that she would always have them both, but that was a lot for a
twenty-two year old kid to promise, no matter how sure he’d been then. As that kid, he
couldn’t commit to her then, and he couldn’t scream that they were what she needed. Cody
kicked himself mentally every moment since she’d been gone. There had been nothing he could
do then. He didn’t want to damage their relationship by pushing her too soon, but he lost her
anyway.
Heath hadn’t fully recovered from losing Alexia either, and Cody knew that. Once best
of friends, he barely talked to Heath except for at Christmas and their birthdays. Losing Alexia
had torn them apart as well, so she had been wrong about that much.
At that moment, Cody began to see it all too clear. He was going to save Heath, and
maybe in the process save them all from continuing to make the biggest mistake of their lives.
Grabbing his cell phone, he punched a few numbers and waited.
“Heath McCormack’s office. Paige speaking.” Cody had to stifle a laugh. “Paige” had to
have been the fourth secretary that Heath had in as many years. Before Paige there had been
Beth, Heather, and Tamia. His buddy could be a cold callous ass when it came to his business,
but Heath had a score to settle with his father, even if he would never acknowledge the fact.
“Hello Paige, can you tell Heath that Cody Slater is on the line?” After a few seconds he
heard the frustrated sigh of his friend on the line.
“McCormack.”
“Heath, damn, not even a ‘how are you, buddy?’” Cody bristled but quickly let out a
pent-up breath.
“No. It’s not my birthday or Christmas so I can’t imagine why you are calling.”
“Um, do you think it has anything to do with this ivory invitation I got in the mail?”
Silence. Dead silence. Anyone else would have thought Heath hung up the phone. Cody
knew better.
“I didn’t realize they’d gone out. I’m not really involved in the plans.” Heath’s voice was
strained, as if his wedding was a topic he didn’t want to talk about. Well, tough shit, Cody had
enough of this loneliness.
“So did they pick out your best man too, or is there still time for me to get fitted for a
tux?” Cody knew Heath for almost twenty years, and he knew Heath would not swallow an iota
of pride to ask him to be his best man.
“Cody…would you? I mean, if you aren’t busy…I know I haven’t been in contact…but…”
“Quit stammering. Of course I’m going to be there. Now, is that best man spot still open
or not?”
“Of course.”
Silence again.
“I’ll be bringing a guest. I can’t be left all alone with Kim’s bridesmaids.”
“Oh yeah? What lucky lady gets to see you try to dance?”
Cody laughed, a genuine laugh this time. The previous times Heath and him talked, it
was a strained tense cough at best.
“I wouldn’t call her lucky, but she is definitely a lady. But I will get in a few days early so
we can have a true bachelor party and stay up all night like we used to.”
“But without drunk goats and whipped cream highs, right?” It was Heath’s turn to
laugh. Cody remembered those moments very well from their college days.
“I make no guarantees. See you in a few weeks.”
“Can’t wait. Cody?”
“Oui, mon ami?”
“Thanks. Bonne nuit.”
“Bonne nuit, bud.”
Cody hung up the phone in a daze. He couldn’t believe that Heath had told him
goodnight in French. It had been ‘their’ thing when they were settling down for the nights.
Alexia, Cody and Heath would snuggle into the oversized California king bed, and each one of
them would tell each other goodnight in French, it was one of the many things they’d all had in
common.
Heath speaking French had to be some sort of sign, and to Cody that sign was that Heath
had not moved on, and he must have been thinking about their relationship with Alexia. With
any luck, and a lot of hope, Cody would have them all back together, and not just fond memories
to hold on to at night.

 

So, my dear reader, you can choose to see what Alexia decided and after hearing all three sides of the story, what would you have done?  Sometimes in life you have to choose to attack the fear of a situation rather than run from it.   Attacking fears is one thing that will set you apart from those who just ‘get by’ in life and those who actually live life…Live life and attack fear…that is what I learned from Alexia.  Writing her as a character made me stronger as a person because I learned one thing – Nothing gets done by doing nothing.   In the blink of an eye your world can change, don’t just lay there.  

If you would like another scene from the tumultuous lives of Alexia, Heath and Cody, check out Prelude to Launch, the steamy short prequel. 

 

New Release! Get Ready To Chase Nickels…


 

Chasing Nickels Around Dollar Signs

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Are you ready for a little treat?  This inexpensive little treat will definitely get you revved and ready.  Are you ready for a little heat to start your summer off just right?

I know, enough with the questions right? (See what I did there *smirk*) The tax season is finally over and we all get a little punch drunk and woozy during those times.  Let’s face it,  working into all hours of the night, your mind tends to run away with you.  You never know what may happen once your brain is fogged.

Take Sasha Nickels for example.  She works hard and well…take a peek ~

The April tax deadline is fast approaching for Sasha Nickels, and the last thing she needs is an unannounced visit from her questionable client Cesar Parisi and his associate Sonny Amato.  Cesar and Sonny are two men who won’t take no for an answer. Obedience is expected.

When they show up unannounced on the busiest tax day of the year, she wants give them both a good piece of her mind.  However, Cesar and Sonny make it known they’ll take a piece of her mind, but they want her body as well…

Excerpt:

It was difficult to stand in their menacing presence one at a time, let alone both of them at the same time.  They both stood well over six feet, but Sonny had the advantage by an inch.   The stare down couldn’t last all night.  She moved to the side and pushed her hair behind her ears.  Keep it quick and simple, stick to the points, and don’t think about touching their hair.    Touching their hair was always on her mind, as Sonny’s hair was jet black and Mr. Parisi’s hair was a tussle of blonds and browns.  For the two years of their working relationship, she was more often tempted to touch their hair than their money. Clearing her throat, she motioned to the leather chairs in front of the desk.  She watched as they sat and noticed there wasn’t a briefcase between them.  What the hell is going on?

“So to what do I owe the pleasure of your presence, Mr. Parisi?”
Sasha walked to her desk, sat down, and folded her arms in front of her.
“Come on, Sasha.”  His voice dipped, and her name sounded like a melodic seduction rather than a greeting.  “You’ve known me for years now. Can’t you bring yourself to call me Cesar?”

Not if I want to keep myself from sitting in your lap as if you’re Santa.
“Mr. Parisi, I’m a busy woman.”

“And Mr. Parisi is a busy man.”  Sonny’s voice was as gruff as always.  She cut her gaze to him. Like she didn’t know that.
“Since we are both so busy, why don’t we skip this verbal sparring and get to the point of why you’re here?”   She’d directed her question at Sonny, but it was Cesar who answered.

“You’re amazing.”
That wasn’t what she’d expected.
“Excuse me?”
“You said to drop the verbal sparring and that is exactly what I’m doing.  Sasha, mia cara, you’ve done an amazing job for me for the last few years, and I wanted to show you that I’m more than grateful.”

“Send me a bottle of Chianti and a box of chocolates and we’ll call it even.”  She waved him off with a flick of her wrist and picked up her pencil with the other hand.  Sasha didn’t have time for this. She needed to review returns and try to get at least three hours of sleep tonight.

“You are worth far more than a box of chocolates and some wine,” Sonny said. For once, he didn’t sound ticked off.

She turned to look at him.  In her line of work, as frigid as it may seem, she wasn’t surprised by much.  In her life, being the only child, growing up dirt poor and having barely enough to eat, she could match attitude for attitude, but this bad cop, good cop or whatever these two were doing was unraveling her carefully constructed wall of self-preservation.

“Your eyes are sparking.  Does that mean you are interested, mia cara?”  Sonny’s voice was definitely lethal, and he was using it to his full advantage.  She’d never bothered to wonder if her eyes sparked or not because they were hidden behind her glasses most of the time.   Sasha stared at him a long time before she spoke.
“Interested in what, Sonny?  You haven’t proposed anything for me to be interested in.”

“A proposal would be a bit premature. How about one night together first? We’ll get around to wedding plans later.”

End Excerpt

Want to know how Sasha responds?   Pick it up: Available at the Beautiful Trouble Publishing website ONLY:

http://beautifultroublepublishing.com/genres/new-releases-home-page/chasing-nickels-around-dollar-signs-ebook.html

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Party Of Four by Nevea Lane | Shara Azod – Adventures in Erotic Literature


Party of Four by Nevea Lane
Party of Four by Nevea Lane

Excerpt

“This is for you, Kailee. Open your mouth.” Charles’ accented voice was close to her ear, and she didn’t really give a damn about anything but the comforting massage Chad was giving her. Her lips parted, and she felt the tip of a strawberry caress her tongue. Tickling the tip of the strawberry just a bit before she bit into it, Kailee moaned as the fresh fruit hit her taste buds. Her cravings had hinged on strawberries lately, and the taste of the red fruit only relaxed her more. If they were going to massage her and feed her strawberries, she didn’t need a huge party. She would have been content sitting still right here.

“Delicious, I bet. Let me taste.” Kailee didn’t have time to think as she felt Charles’ lips press against hers, softly at first, his tongue licking the corner of her mouth before his lips firmly pressed against hers. Her gasp quickly turned into a moan as his lips gently worked against hers.

“I’ve wondered what your lips taste like, Kailee. It’s my turn.” Phillips’ voice sounded needy and full of desire. She felt the half-bitten strawberry trace her lips again before a different set of lips descended onto hers, encasing her mouth with gentle pressure. His mouth worked over hers, dancing from the top lip to the bottom lip until she was breathless.

 

http://www.sharaazod.com/ebook/party-four.html

Here is a new quick hot read from yours truly.

Book Review – Accidental Lovers by Naomi Jones


I just finished Accidental Lovers by Naomi Jones on Kindle for Android! http://www.amazon.com/kindleforandroid/

http://beautifultroublepublishing.com/xcart/Accidental-Lovers-EBOOK.htm This is a late night post but I needed to share with the world how much I loved this book. Two jilted exes meet at the wedding of their exes. Wow right? This book starts with the drama from page one. First, the hero, Brent is a handsome man who works hard but loves harder. He was so attentive to the heroine the simple things he said made me sigh. Brent was so refreshing as a hero because throughout the book he admitted his mistakes but he went after Ailey with a fierce passion. And the love scenes were so tastefully done I need a hot bath and a glass of wine. The story of these two was that they came to each other out of a pure need to sleep and be held, but they became so much more. I don’t want to give too much away but man…Ailey and Brent are a hell of a sexy pair and all romance junkies like myself should go get this book. Go now…and get some wine ready.

Deeper Than You Think – REVIEW – Ethereal Girls by Noah Murphy


Ethereal Girls by Noah Murphy

For my regular followers, I tend to be off topic, a bit whimsical, and quite personally, it is my blog, I can do what I want.   That being said, I bring to you not a romance but something completely different.  Mr. Noah Murphy has penned a tale of action, intrigue and your sooooo atypical heroine.

This book got me from Chapter One.   The heroine, Liza Emory, sounds like a typical sixteen year old.  Cheerleader, just got her license, has to study for a huge Math test.  That is until she wrecks her car in the front of a mall, a mysterious axe appears in her backseat, two reptilian helpers named Jonola and Phoenix become her allies.  All hell breaks loose in the first five pages, so don’t blink or skip pages!

Now, why do I say this is deeper than you think?  Think about it, a sixteen year-old girl is drafted into the National Hero Corps (According to the Revised Hero Recruitment Act of 1997).  “If you resist you’ll be branded a villain and will be hunted down and sent to a prison for people like us….”  Can you imagine having no choice in being a hero?  Can you imagine women being drafted?

This is an action packed Sci-fi read.  No, it isn’t romance, but hell, who needs romance when you have an axe-wielding super-girl that puts the chicks in Sucker Punch to shame.   I don’t know if Mr. Murphy intended for this to be political satire, but in a way it is.  It even takes jabs at internet trolls and the new ‘e-thugging’ era.  “They can’t speak,” Meadow said, “but if you give them a keyboard, they don’t shut up.”  Let’s face it, there are some people out there that have no backbone until they have a keyboard in front of them.

Give the book a shot. It is deeper than you think.