Books
1 - 5
Melissa
Lummis
Genre:
Urban Fantasy
Publisher:
Peacepipe Productions
Date
of Publication: September 30, 2014
ASIN:
B00MY7IY00
Number
of pages: 495
Word
Count: 155K
Cover
Artist: Stephanie Nelson
Book Description:
Fiamette
Jurato is on a mission: to fix her broken past. She’s teamed up
with the world famous DJ, Maximillian, to search for the ex lover who
can help her put all the pieces back together. There’s only one
problem: he’s been dead for over two hundred years.
As
a healer to the supernatural, she’s no stranger to navigating the
impossible maze of magical complications. But getting lost in the
magic isn’t the problem; finding her way back home is.
Electric
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StarLand
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LimeLight
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Excerpt:
The club lights
blinked out, and in the humming dark an amplified voice yelled, “Give
it up for Maximillian!”
Laser lights flashed
around the smoky stage, revealing human-shaped shadows and a DJ
setup.
“Make some
noise,” the DJ yelled.
A spotlight strobed
across the scene, then snapped back to the DJ. I stopped adjusting my
white go-go boots and squinted, trying to get a good look at him. The
crowd roared as he leaned over to a beanie-wearing guy on his right,
a cigarette dangling from his lips. Beanie-guy cupped the end of the
cig and flicked a lighter. Smoke obscured the DJ’s face and I
sighed. I wanted to see him, dang it. I’d been running late tonight
and missed the usual meet-and-greet. Story of my life.
“Yeah, yeah,
yeah,” the DJ mumbled into the mic as he twisted knobs and pushed
buttons, puffing smoke and music into the air.
Even with the
spotlights, the details of his face were buried under swirling smoke
and pulsing laser beams looping the hazy club. The first high notes
picked like an electric guitar sample, and words I couldn’t make
out repeated in jittery bursts over a subdued bass. Black lights
flipped on, turning teeth and all things white into glow-in-the-dark
neon. The fog machines bellowed clouds of dry ice that burned my
nose. Damn, shouldn’t I be immune to it after so many shows?
Rising up from my
kneeling squat, boots finally tied, I dropped my hula hoops onto the
platform, then set one thigh-high boot at a time inside the circles.
Jutting a white-sequined hip, I waited for the music to build to that
explosion of bass and high-pitched alarms that had been driving me
deaf the past two months. Yet, I couldn’t say I hated the job. I’d
tried different settings, but this was definitely the best fishing
spot. The catch I was after liked the nightlife and large crowds.
And this club was
packed to the gills. Good. Better pickins. I bent with deliberate
flare, popping my ass into the air and giving it a shake as I scooped
up one of the glowing hoops and spun it around my hips. I gyrated and
dipped, swinging the hoop higher around my exposed midsection, my
arms swaying to the music. I didn’t have to think about my next
move. It poured out of me like the music from the DJ’s hands. I
turned in lazy circles, taking in the jumping crowd as one living,
breathing beast. Individual faces surfaced in rare glimpses.
When I completed a
360-degree turn, the bright eyes of the DJ arrested me. I sucked in a
breath. He was the hottest thing in L.A. at the moment, exploding all
over the music scene. His lips twisted in a sideways Popeye grin, and
holding my gaze with penetrating eyes, he flipped black hair over his
shoulder and winked. Damn! Heat flushed through me in a prickly
flood, followed by a startling surge of disappointment when he
returned his attention to the MIDI boards.
He bobbed up and
down, one hand constantly flickering as it tweaked the boards in
front of him. Everything about him moved to the music, even the
occasional finger jabbing his black-rimmed glasses back.
The music
decelerated as he pulled the cigarette from his mouth and raised it
to the sky, granting the crowd a huge smile that said something
mind-blowing was about to happen. The mass of bodies bayed in
anticipation. He tucked his smoke back between his lips, and his
shoulders rocked as he worked at bringing the music. He raised his
palms to the crowd, encouraging them to take it up a notch, and they
obliged with glee.
Suddenly, he lifted
his euphoric face to the sky, swaying back and forth in focused
ecstasy. One arm shot up, an index finger pointing the way to heaven,
as he squeezed his eyes shut.
A synthesized female
voice cried out, “OOOH MY GOD – god – god – god - god!”
Music burst in a
sizzling shower over the DJ and crowd as they leaped together to its
driving beat. It got to me. He got to me. I licked the heavy gloss
I’d applied preshow before I realized what I was doing, and pressed
my lips together trying to fix it. Things lower clenched. Too bad
he’s so young. I sighed. And not a vampire.
A tingling on the
back of my legs dragged my attention back to my goal for the evening.
Peeking over my shoulder, I drove the hoop around my hips, the LEDs
smearing white and seven-colored orbits over my mostly bare body.
Turning toward a pair of crimson eyes, I dropped my Day-Glo-painted
eyelids to half-mast as his burning gaze slid over my boy-shorted
backside.
My white halter top
glowed in the black light as the strobes made the sequins flash like
Christmas lights. The music paused unexpectedly and the DJ mumbled
into the mic, “I just finished this song half an hour ago on the
tour bus.”
The horde screamed
its ridiculous approval. When he turned the music back on, I kicked
the second hoop into play. It was all improvised, of course. I had no
idea what the DJ was going to do during the show, and he apparently
hadn’t known either, considering I never got a playlist. So, to
prepare, I’d practiced to all his music all week. This song
sounded familiar, but if he’d just created it, I guess it had to do
with absorbing his style.
The blipping sample
of a laser blast penetrated my sternum, my heart tripping with it. As
a quiet drum calmed the moment, I returned the hot stare of my
quarry. I couldn’t make out the details of his features, but when I
blurred my gaze and tapped into what most healers referred to as
their “third eye”, I could see the subtle energy pulse of his
aura: definitely vampire. Anticipation bubbled up my spine.
My Review of Nine30
The good: The story is exciting from the start and there’s definite chemistry between her and at least a couple of the other characters. It starts with a bang and is interesting enough to keep the pages turning.
The confusing: Fiamette’s story starts off with a lack of details. Very little is given at the beginning. She’s dancing in a club. She works there. She’s not human. She’s looking for a vampire. She’s on the run. She’s a healer of some kind.
The reader is left with more questions than anything after this first part of her story. I’m not even sure if I can tell you what she looks like (though I can describe the DJ)
This story’s beginning leaves me unsure if I want to continue on with the other parts. I’m going to give it 3 stars. The story that was told was well written and exciting, but the lack of details didn’t sit well with me. I gave it three stars though in hopes that the next parts will reveal more and fully hook me.
About
the Author:
Melissa
Lummis writes new age suspense in a fantasy setting, but her stories
are also straight up, steamy adult romance. The Love and Light Series
is currently available at Amazon exclusively, as well as the Little
Flame Series, a spin off focusing on the character Fiamette from the
Love and Light world.
Melissa
considers herself a truth seeker and a peaceful warrior, in addition
to a paranormal and fantasy author. With too many interests for her
own good, she has rarely been content with one vocation. Her first
professional life was as a high school English teacher, which led to
another incarnation as a wife and an instructional designer
/technical writer. After starting a family, she found herself
reincarnated yet again as a mother, yoga instructor, and personal
trainer.
While
all her past lives have contributed to who she is today, yoga has
become a part of how she gives back, maintaining her Registered Yoga
Teacher status with Yoga Alliance so she can help people one-on-one
to overcome physical limitations and heal themselves. But she has
always been and always will be a writer. She’s authored dozens of
wellness articles for various publications, as well as maintains a
blog focusing on wellness, healing, and living a life on purpose.
A
Yankee by birth and a Penn State graduate, she lives in rural
Virginia with her husband, two children, an Alaskan Malamute, and a
myriad of forest creatures. Melissa believes the universe conspires
to help an adventurer, and if we live our lives as if it is a daring
escapade (and it is!), then everything we need will find its way to
us.
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