As the Blogger Book Fair draws to a close, I wanted to present – last, but certainly not least – author Shah Wharton. Here’s more about her and her works!
The Supes Series – Ridiculously short synopses.
Book 1 of The Supes Series: Finding Esta (Published)
Psychic flaws curse a fledgling journalist who seeks validation from loveless parents, and peace within her cruel world. When her investigation into child abduction leads her to the supernatural Cornwall community, her sense of identity implodes as each incredible revelation steers her to a singularly mind-blowing question:
“What am I?”
For a larger description, trailer, reviews, images of characters ,and links to various interviews etc, please visit the My Book page on Shah’s website.
A FEW BLURBS
Book 2 of The Supes Series: Finding Luna (Re-Writes)
Due for publication early 2014 (this is the working synopsis)
Imagine a broken young woman whose world is left in ruins. Imagine horrific identities forced violently upon her, to trigger a growing, often frenzied desire for blood, bouts of extreme hirsutism, and (ahem) embarrassing dental issues. Imagine two love interests and the supernatural community insisting she’s not only their prophesied saviour, but also the defeater of Queen Vampire Lucy …her sire-sister.
Then …imagine she is you! What’s your next move?
* Interesting fact alert: Shah designed this cover and the fur textured title does have significance. 🙂 Do you love or loath it? This may or may not be the cover used at publication. Shah requests your input and any ideas.
From Chapter Four of Finding Esta
…White rays of light streamed from his eyes to captivate and near blind me. My neck arched for a glimpse of his face, but I could only make out the heart shaped curve of his wet, full lips. When they parted and his breath deepened, I wanted to bite him of all things. Especially when the delicate tips of his fangs peeped below his upper lip. I admit, unfamiliar warmth spread out across my lower abdomen.
I stood before him transfixed, puzzled, and sodden with rain in my flimsy attire. I shivered against his bulky form when his arms wrapped around me like a quilt. Grateful for their cover, I embraced my stranger’s slim waist and my near-nakedness dampened white t-shirt, beneath his huge wax coat. My red chiffon scarf fell, but clung to the damp curve of my lower back, so he hoisted it up over my shoulders. I held my breath and waited for the pain that always came with touch. The silent dread left my mouth dry. Even in dreams I feared my reaction to it, yet I surrendered to his, come what may. My faith in him repaid me, as it had once done for Abby. No pain came from his caress, no images burned through my brain. I became dizzy, but from holding my breath until a powerful flood of relief made me exhale. He brushed my hair away from my face with smooth fingertips and I let go of a tear.
The rain and wind wrapped around us, but it remained powerless to penetrate the cover of his physical shelter. I burrowed into the sweet weight of his face-less, name-less affection. He held me captive, not in a prison of bars and abuse, but by the sheer power of his presence.
Protective. Powerful. Peace.
He touched my chin with his forefinger and looked into my eyes. The white glow of his ebbed until he finally allowed me to see the palest green eyes I’d ever seen. He cupped my cheeks and searched my expression. Beyond beautiful, those eyes darted with a desperate hunger and studied each of my features. He licked his plump lips, his heartbeat became audible and accelerated.
Or was that mine?
My gaze worked around his square jaw line, spiky cheekbones and heavy brow, but the delicate green of his eyes framed by short, thick, black lashes, and the plump pink pads of his mouth, softened the otherwise overt image of masculinity. My breath caught in my throat at such perfection. Heat continued to build within me; I licked my own lips as though they were his.
Fingers foraged grey cells beneath the bony shield of my skull and I knew he strove to read my thoughts, to search my mind. But why?
More concerned that he’d find lewd thoughts than anything else, even in a dream, I panicked and broke the attachment between us be stepping back and closing my eyes. When I peered into the rain, then down at my naked, nasty feet, I swallowed sour regret.
All too soon the cold air replaced the warmth of his body, and effigies of the dead danced in the darkness, around me.
I woke with a start, gripped by an inhuman passion, but cold and empty in the gloomy grasp of reality. No one could ever hold me like that outside of dreams.
I’ll be a lonely virgin for the rest of my miserable life.
FINDING ESTA BUY LINKS
Shah’s father nurtured her love of the written word as a child, although her words remained private until recently, when she decided to apply her imagination to short stories, in 2010. One of which grew into Finding Esta, the beginning of Luna’s tumultuous journey of self-discovery. Finding Esta is her debut novel, and the first volume of The Supes Series.
Shah enjoys all good speculative fiction and is an avid Kindle abuser and cinema fan. She adores her fans, the indie writing community, and is thrilled to be part of the e-publishing revolution.
She lives between Dubai and United Kingdom with her husband and their beloved dog, Bobby.
On her blog, she discusses her writing, publishing, books and storytelling, and supports other authors. She is always happy to accept feedback so please do get in touch.