Genre: Erotic Paranormal
eISBN – 9781623001667
Number of pages: 191
Word Count: 60,000
Cover Artist: April Martinez
After the meteorite wiped out civilization and most of the population, it took thirty years to scrabble together rudiments of society again. Sex is the main currency, for those who haven’t mutated special abilities.
Bethany, a Tech, is able to channel electricity through her body and charge up electronics. When she saves a Shifter girl about to be sold at auction, the girl’s brother, Lucas, offers to repay the debt with his body. While Bethany would love to have Lucas at her beck and call, she’d rather have sex with someone who wanted her as a partner instead of an obligation. But unable to resist the sexy Shifter, she agrees to his terms.
When an opportunity presents itself to travel cross the ravaged countryside to loot the remains of California, Bethany believes this is the best chance for her to find her own brother, a rogue Shifter on the run for a crime he didn’t commit. Lucas wants to go, too, to free his Shifter pack.
The caravan members are expected to provide sexual services to the owners in exchange for passage out and back. As the lines between pleasure and payment become blurred, Bethany struggles to remain human while the pull of the energy feels good enough to leave her meat sack body behind. Can Lucas learn to ground her against the shifting currents?
Thank you for stopping by All I Want and More.We’re glad to have you here.
Why don’t you tell us a little about yourself…Something that we cannot Google about you J
I’m an introvert at heart that forces herself to pretend to be an extrovert.
Tell us a little about this book?
Shifting Currents is set in a future world where a meteorite has struck the earth, a lot like the way it did when the dinosaurs roamed. It nearly destroyed the population, but humans are a lot more resilient than the dinos in that some have evolved into shape shifters or techs. Techs can channel energy through their body and charge up devices in a world where there are no electrical grids anymore. In this world the most used currency is sex. My main character Bethany, a Tech, is looking for her shapeshifter brother. She accepts a sexual contract with Lucas, another shapeshifter in exchange for him helping her find her brother. Along the way, the caravan that they’re travelling with meet many adventures as they head across a post apocalyptic setting to get to the West Coast.
What was your favorite part to write in this book?
I liked writing the sex scenes from the different characters point of view in each chapter.
You can only pick 3 words to describe your main characters, what would they be?
Sexy, powerful, and horny.
What 3 things would your main characters never leave the house without?
Water, flint, and a weapon.
Which was the easiest character to write and the hardest ~ and why?
The easiest character to write was Lisa, Lucas’ sister. She wanted in on the book in the worst way. She stole some point of view chapters and for some F/F scenes that I hadn’t originally planned on. Lucas was the hardest to write because he’s more comfortable in his animal form and doesn’t really relate to or like pure humans.
Since we’re cover hussies….what was your first impression of this cover?
Loved it. Loved it. Loved it. April Martinez is one of my favorite cover artists. She did such a fantastic job.
(If this is a series) How many books are you shooting for in this series?
At the moment, it’s a stand alone. But I do have an idea for a sequel kicking around. If you like the heat level of this book, I have a Halloween novella called Triad coming out with LooseId on October 28th.
What type of scene is your favorite to write? (Fight, love, making up..etc.)
My favorite type of scene to write is bantering dialogue, where the protagonist spar verbally.
How much emotion does it take from you to write?
I completely submerse myself in a scene. It’s almost like I’m writing in a trance, I get so involved.
What do you hope readers take away after reading one of your books?
That sex and love is elemental to human survival.
Is there a genre you would like to write but are a little apprehensive to try?
I actually have a manuscript started in just about every genre – under different names. I’ve got a mystery, a young adult, a pure fantasy and science fiction novels in various forms of completion.
What are you currently working on?
I’m finishing up my erotic parody novel Menage a Musketeers, which is a mash-up of Alexander Dumas’ The Three Musketeers with sexy times. It’s a tale of sword and debauchery. All for one and one for all – indeed. It’s a follow-up to my controversial first title Spank Me, Mr. Darcy, which is a mash-up of Jane Austen’s Pride and Prejudice and BDSM.
What’s the last line you wrote from your current WIP?
Treville grunted when he came, held d’Artagnan tight against him to insure he swallowed each drop. “Fine job, young man. Now fix yourself and I will prepare some papers for you to replace those you lost. It will aid you in finding lodging and other activities” Pulling out of d’Artagnan’s eager mouth, Treville fixed his garments and then seated himself at a table in order to write the promised letter of recommendation.
Okay…. personal time!!!! Oh yeah, I go there… Hahah…
What is on your night stand/dresser?
Yarn and books. My laptop and a basket of clothespins.
What do you like to do when you’re not writing?
I knit, play a lot of Facebook games. I don’t send out the annoying messages, though. So if you get one from me, it’s the game doing it.
What’s your guilty pleasure?
Krull – a fantasy movie from the 1980’s. I know every line by heart. I’m also not allowed to watch QVC alone at night with a credit card.
What’s your secret talent?
I can find a garage sale/tag sale/yard sale anywhere we go. We were on Maui driving around and came across a yard sale.
What’s the last thing you Googled?
Quickie time… Think fast….
Are you a quickie kind girl? Yes.
What’s ur fave drink – in a glass or on him? Tea – in a glass
Spank or Flogger? Flogger
Ties or Chains? Ties
Leather or Lace? Both
Soft or Hard… Bed, where was your mind? 😉 Soft
Control or Be Controlled? Control
Hot Wax or Whip Cream? Whipped Cream
Top or Bottom? Top
Sexiest feature on a man? Smile
Boxers, Briefs or Commando? Boxers
Cowboy or businessman? Cowboy
Tattoos or piercings? Tattoos
Night owl or early bird? Night Owl
Twitter or Facebook? Both
Pinterest or Instagram? Pinterest
ebooks or paperbacks? Both
Is there anything else you like to add?
I love to talk to my readers and I’m just starting my Facebook page. So please friend me and we can chat books!
Bethany Macgregor searched the airwaves until she found a funeral dirge that was used hundreds of years before the meteorite hit. She let the heavy organ music wash over her through her tiny headphones. Keith was getting married today. Leaning against the wooden post, she felt the crisp air like a sympathetic caress on her face and neck. She focused on the livestock being sold in the pen across from her and let the smell of nature take her mind off her loneliness.
“Shouldn’t you be over at the looters’ tents?” Maya, her tribe’s chief, walked up to her and put a hand on her shoulder.
Bethany tried not to flinch, and Maya removed her hand. Bethany sighed, popped out an earbud for politeness’ sake. “I did a quick walk by. There’s nothing that can’t wait until the last day of conclave when the prices drop because the dealer doesn’t want to pack it up for the long schlep back home.” And because the silence was starting to get awkward, Bethany added, “Shouldn’t you be attending some back-slapping meeting in the main cabin?” Or having a “massage” in your cabin with someone who wanted a favor?
Maya snorted. “Backstabbing, you mean. No, we’re on our morning break. And I decided to breathe in the fresh smell of horse manure to clear my lungs.”
Bethany managed a wry smile. Maya was fifty years old and the oldest one in their tribe on the bluff. She had been twenty-one when the meteorite hit the world and knocked everyone back to the Jurassic period. Well, probably better than the Jurassic period. Then, all the dinosaurs had died whereas this time a few tough humans and animals survived. And of course the cockroaches, but Bethany hadn’t seen one of those since she left the part of Florida that was still above water to go up north where the Tech was strongest. Maya had gathered together the Bluff tribe with a shrewd sense of purpose and snapped Bethany up as soon as she entered the territory.
“Keith’s doing a good thing. We need another potter since we lost Angie to the Three Rivers tribe last year,” Maya said.
Bethany nodded. It was important to have the right mixture of artisans, farmers, and tradesmen to survive in today’s world.
“Lem has volunteered to share your bed, if you’re interested.”
Bethany’s stomach curled. Lem had already made that offer, and it was apparent he was only doing what Maya told him to do. Trying to keep the anger out of her voice, Bethany said, “I’m not going to switch tribes over Keith’s marriage. The Bluffs are my home. You can tell Lem he’s off the hook.”
“It’s not like that,” Maya said but cut off when Bethany turned away and put the earbud back in.
The wind picked up a bit, and stray bits of energy lit up the portable media player in her hand. Pain jabbed into her temple, like a screwdriver had been jammed into it. Bethany exhaled through the agony that turned her vision red, and pressed the center button on the device. Maya watched fascinated, as always, when the menu came up, and Bethany scrolled down to Alanis Morrisette’s “You Oughta Know.”
“Just don’t go flaunting that Tech. You don’t have to be willing if another tribe gets it in their mind to snatch you from us.”
Bethany just turned the music up loud to match the pounding in her head that channeling the energy to run the device gave her. Maya went away after one last longing look at the portable media player. Letting the angry song fill her, Bethany rolled her neck to get the kinks out of it and sat down with her eyes closed, helping her body deal with the intensity of pulling in the energy. If she had done it gradually, the pain wouldn’t have been that wretched, but she didn’t want easy or slow. The pain was cleansing, wiping away a little of the self-pity she was feeling. When the song was over, Bethany let the energy go with a sigh and a silent thanks. Getting up, she felt eyes on her, and she looked around. The tribes were socializing, chattering happily about the things they were going to trade.
She lovingly put the portable media player back into her pocket. She had traded a looter her ham radio setup for it. Bethany didn’t like hearing all the voices crying out in the darkness. Although on cold, lonely nights it was a comfort to realize the world was still going on and her tribe wasn’t the last people on Earth. Most of California and Florida had sunk into the oceans. Mount St. Helens and all of the Alaskan volcanoes had erupted, adding to the chaos. In a second after the meteor hit in Russia, worldwide communications dropped. If Europe was even still there, no one on this side of the Atlantic knew. There hadn’t been any contact outside the United States for the past thirty years. There were rumors, but nothing verified. And in the interim, strange and different creatures evolved. Bethany was one of them.
“You look lovely.”
Bethany glanced up at Keith’s voice, but he wasn’t talking to her. She watched her ex-lover, tall and handsome in a rough-and-ready sort of way, lean down and kiss his almost-bride on the cheek. They were strolling around the market, hand in hand, not a care in the world.
Darting into a tent, Bethany clenched her teeth as sharp jealousy drilled into her. It didn’t have the purity of the energy pull. It was aching like a bad tooth. She willed herself not to cry. It should have just been a marriage of convenience. A way to bring the River tribe and the Bluff tribe together. Keith had told her so. In bed. Several times. It didn’t look like it was convenient. In fact, it looked a lot like love. Bethany listened to the vendor’s spiel since he was kind enough not to notice her bright eyes or quivering lips. She was so grateful for the time it gave her to pull it together that she wound up trading a set of charged batteries for one of his canteens filled with a sweet honey mead before leaving his tent.
Blinking the tears away, she pretended they were from looking up at the sun that was muted from the ash still in the atmosphere. A flutter of wings caught her eye. A brown eagle perched on the tree next to her. It looked at her like she was a mouse. Intelligent yellow eyes regarded her intently. It was a magnificent bird, beautiful feathers and a regal look. Big too, she saw as it spread its wings and folded them back to preen. Bethany bowed her head, feeling ridiculous at her awe of the noble bird who continued to survive in such a desolate world. It would have been born amid the chaos, like she had been.
Today wasn’t the first time she had seen it. Or at least one that looked just like it. Up on the bluffs, she’d sensed eyes on her and looked around only to see an eagle observing silently. She had gotten used to it, tried to tempt it closer with bits of meat, but it disdained her attempts at domestication. Still, when she walked in the woods, the bird wasn’t ever far. Not for the first time, Bethany wondered if it was a Shifter. She had given it plenty of time to shift in front of her, often dillydallying in the brush far from camp, hoping the bird would transform.
The truth was she had been lonely even when she and Keith were together. The tribe needed her, wanted the Tech she could provide. But they never fully accepted her because she wasn’t normal. Dinners were a stilted affair, and social events strained, so Bethany learned just to avoid them. Walking alone in the woods, she pretended the animals in the woods were companions, like she had done when she was a little girl. It was a game her brother, Daniel, had taught her, before he went feral and killed all those people.
“I’ve got to stop this, or I’ll be a sniveling wreck,” she told the bird, but the eagle wasn’t looking at her. She followed its inscrutable golden eyes
Lissa Trevor has her stilettos firmly entrenched in the romance community. Spank Me Mr. Darcy is her debut novel from Riverdale Avenue Books. She is a frequent reader at Manhattan’s Between The Covers events, where her novellas Wild Oats and Timelash from Coliloquy’s Entwined volumes 1 & 2 have been very popular. Lissa also created an erotic story template for Coliloquy’s ValEntwined promotion that allowed readers to download a personalized ebook starring themselves and their significant other.
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