Descriptions for heat levels in book list

------holding hands, perhaps a gentle kiss
♥♥ ---- more kisses but no tongue-- no foreplay
♥♥♥ ---kissing, tongue, caressing, foreplay & pillow talk
♥♥♥♥ --all of above, full sexual experience including climax
♥♥♥♥♥ -all of above including coarser language and sex more frequent

Sunday, June 15, 2014

Storm in the Canyon

Each book in the Diablo Canyon Trilogy had a sense of something growing. By the time of Storm in the Canyon, two years have passed from the time of The Dark of the Moon. Now, three powerful women of different generations will be matched with three powerful men, all with their own secrets, their own destinies. The spirit and human world are faced with a third world—one mankind has long tried to suppress.  Diablo Canyon has drawn power to itself through natural events, and is now being used by timeless beings with their desire to retake power.

Storm in the Canyon is the story of the relationship between man and woman as well as humans and the ‘other’ side. Facing the deadliest of foes, nature and spirit must come together to win the day or see the world change as a new power takes over. 

eBook Novella, 45,000 words, will be available on Amazon June 17th

Snippet from when the humans face their first confrontation with what had previously only been known in mythology from Native American tribes:

Quarter mile ahead, Myra saw the bluff that marked the turnoff to her ranch road, five cows moving restlessly, shifting their big bodies in the back of the stock trailer. With a storm building, she felt anxious to get them down to the corrals and out of the truck.
She thought then about how odd the Lathams had been about the cattle. They had stalled on letting her have them back. What was that about? Had Wes or his son been cutting their barbed wire to cause trouble? If so, what would he gain by it?
It wasn’t as though the Damons might not try to bribe someone to cause grief. But why would Wes go along with it? He’d been a good neighbor ever since he had bought the ranch ten years earlier. It didn’t make any sense for him deliberately to stir up trouble. Neighbors helped each other, were there for brandings, and times where extra hands were needed. In time of injury or illness, they supported each other. Making an enemy of your neighbor was foolishness.
The obstacle in the middle of the road at first made no sense to her. It was at the turnoff to the ranch and looked like an enormous bear, a bear with only patches of fur. There had been stories from her childhood of a naked bear monster. The stories connected to Devil’s Tower with the bear trying to kill frightened girls as the tower grew taller thereby saving their lives. The bear’s claws formed the grooves in the tower still visible today.
She blinked twice sure what was coming toward her had to be imagination stirred up by those childhood myths. It didn’t go away. It was now only about twenty feet from her truck. She couldn’t back up fast enough to avoid it and sat praying it was a mirage.
Then she saw the dust from their road and knew the truck coming hell bent for leather had to be Pace. She couldn’t let that bear attack him. She honked her horn loudly, holding it down, to alert Pace to what she was seeing.
He had to have seen it, but he kept coming without any attempt to brake until he careened right into the bear, sending it momentarily sprawling and causing his own truck to slam to an abrupt stop. Pace leaped out, with the 30.06 up to his shoulder, as he shot the bear. It didn’t drop.
“God,” she screamed, “please not him, don’t take him.”
It was then she became aware another vehicle had come to an abrupt halt and a beautiful woman was running toward the bear. Was she out of her mind? The woman was screaming something she couldn’t understand, but the bear responded by turning toward her.
The woman leaped in the air, faster and higher than any human should have been able and slammed out with her right leg, hard against the side of the bear’s head causing it to stagger back. The bear turned toward the woman as she danced away smiling and again landed a kick to the bear’s head.
Myra saw what she was trying to do. She was drawing it away from her and Pace-- proving an annoyance-- if she wasn’t actually hurting it. It danced up onto its hind feet, batting at her. She nimbly avoided its paws as she landed another hard kick.
The fourth vehicle to come to an abrupt halt had the man she recognized as Dirk Langston leaping from it. He also had a rifle at his shoulder. “Girl, get away from it!” he yelled. The woman looked toward him, and this time leaped away from the bear.
Dirk began firing as she realized Pace was also doing. The bear yowled with pain, dropping to all fours. It seemed confused as to whom it should attack. Turning from enemy to enemy, more bullets struck it. Slowly it collapsed to the roadway and lay in a heap that seemed to dissolve before her eyes.
Myra got out of her truck running to Pace. A wave of gratitude surged through her-- so strong, she nearly fainted as she saw him stalking toward her, strong and not harmed. In an instant, he had her in his arms. “Are you all right?” he asked as she tightened her arms around him.
Not letting go of her, he turned to look at Dirk “What the hell was that?”
“I don’t know.” They then looked at the woman who had moved back to her car and was standing beside a tall thin man leaning against the hood. The man seemed the only one uninvolved and to not have a care.
“And who the hell are you?” Dirk asked them, but neither answered.
The woman looked strangely familiar to Myra, even as she knew she’d never met her. She had the kind of dramatic, striking beauty, with dark, gleaming red hair that she’d have remembered. Had she imagined what the woman had just done? No woman could have done that, no normal woman. But then no normal bear had attacked them.