I love writing paranormal, erotic romance books with independent heroines and hunky alpha males. Today, I’m posting excerpts from Wishing Moon.
Beneath the Wishing Moon, Avana Vasson made two wishes. The first was granted, a kiss that forever changed her relationship with Trace Canaan. The second wish must wait until he returns from active duty.
But be careful what you wish for, you just might get it.
He’s back and he wants forever. She loves him, but not the conditions that come with being his alpha mate. She loves her life in the city and her job with WishLabz, a cutting-edge, wish-granting firm.
Wishes can be purchased if one has the coin — but be careful — wishes are powerful magic.
The first excerpt – Avana’s job
Avana glanced at the timer on the top corner of her WishBook, swore and punched the pulse drive of her candy-apple red air-glide to maximum. High-rise buildings flashed by on either side of the urban canyon. Her objective was a forty-third floor sky-entrance of a five star hotel at the edge of the entertainment district. Not the ultra expensive suites above the seventieth story, but still out of most tourists’ price range.
Whipping the wheel of the air-glide, Avana screamed around a corner. She ripped through traffic, jumped into the higher lane, ignoring the bleat of proximity warning horns. Joining the flow of traffic, she slowed the pulse drive and glanced at her WishBook.
The moment her assignment downloaded, the clock started running and getting a wish back on track was the objective. Wishez Squad competition was fierce and the squad member with the slowest time at the end of shift had to buy the drinks. Avana hadn’t shelled out a single credit in months. She lived to beat the clock.
Reaching her destination, Avana slammed on the brakes and slid into the curved sky-entrance of the hotel. The complaining client was easy to spot. A statuesque pink-haired woman dressed in a low-cut, skintight zebra print outfit and a portly man stood next to a pink luxury WishLabz hover-limo. A gleaming silver droid with pink hair stood ramrod straight by the passenger door. Avana parked behind the limo.
Grabbing her WishBook and WishWan, she climbed out of her vehicle. Like all Wishez Squad members, Avana wore black pants, a fitted white top with the WishLabz logo just above her left breast. Working for the cutting-edge, wish-granting firm was the ultimate and Avana wore her uniform with pride.
“Mr. Hobart, I’m Avana of WishLabz. I understand you’re not pleased with your limo.”
“The color’s wrong,” Hobart said, puffing out his chest. He wore a white jumpsuit that stretched tight around his middle and a long pink scarf draped around his neck. “Pinkie’s unhappy.”
In a display of displeasure, Pinkie pushed out her full lower lip and flicked back a hank of long pink ringlets with pink-tipped fingers.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Hobart,” Avana said, glancing at the screen of her WishBook. “You ordered the Celebrity Weekend Birthday Bonanza, right?”
“It’s Pinkie’s twenty-fifth.”
Avana smiled at Pinkie. The woman hadn’t seen twenty-five in two decades, but Hobart seemed convinced. “Happy birthday, Pinkie.”
“My wish specified that the color of the limo and the driver’s hair match the shade of Pinkie’s. I want it fixed, now,” Hobart said, wagging a forefinger at Avana. “And Pinkie would like it if the driver spoke with a French accent.”
Avana assessed her client. Hobart’s demeanor was more about impressing Pinkie than real anger. No calming pixie dust required. Expensive, the yellow dust was pricey and every unit used required Avana to fill out an inventory form. She hated forms. Too bad she couldn’t use pixie dust to do those.
Fortunately, the driver’s voice was an easy adjustment.
“Your wish is our command.” Avana turned to Pinkie. “May I scan your hair for a color match?”
“We’re wasting my time while you do what your corporation promised,” Hobart said, planting his fists on his ample hips. “We have theatre tickets to see Palace Ladies.” He sidled up to Avana and whispered, “The cast is supposed to sing Happy Birthday to Pinkie and it better happen. I paid good money for this wish.”
“Pinkie’s going to have an amazing birthday.” Avana touched an icon on her WishBook and checked Pinkie’s schedule. “After the theater, the driver will take you to Clarence’s, the newest celebrity hot spot.
“Everything is set. Pinkie’s birthday adventure will be streaming on the WishWebsite and the Wishez Sat Channel. Her friends won’t miss a minute of the action.”
“They better see it all,” Hobart said.
While Hobart continued to complain, Avana removed her color wan and scanned Pinkie’s hair. Filled with white pixie dust, the wan absorbed the scanned color. She touched the tip of the wan to the vehicle, changing it to a revolting shade of pink. Pinkie’s squeal of glee told Avana that the client was pleased. She touched the wan to the driver’s hair. Pinkie squealed again and clapped her hands.
Wishing Moon available at www.ChangelingPress.com