Revelations by Jennifer Carole Lewis
Age Group: New Adult
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Release Date: January 30, 2015
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Book Description:
For millennia, the lalassu have existed at the fringes of society, hiding in the shadows. But someone is determined to drag them into the light.
Dani has spent years fighting against her family’s urges to take on the mantle of High Priestess for the lalassu. Stronger and faster than any ordinary human, she has no interest in being a guide for her people. She likes being independent and enjoys her night-job as a burlesque dancer. But a darker secret lurks inside of her, one which threatens everyone around her.
Isolated and idealistic, Michael works as a developmental therapist for children, using his psychometric gifts to discover the secrets they can’t share with anyone else. When one of his clients is kidnapped, he will do almost anything to rescue her. The investigation leads him to a seedy little performance club where he is shocked and thrilled to discover a genuine live superhero.
Michael and Dani must join forces to save those they care about from becoming the latest victims of a decades-long hunt. But the fiery chemistry between them threatens to unlock a millennia-old secret which could devour them both.
The clock is ticking and they will be faced with the ultimate hero’s choice: save the world or save each other?
Writing In the Cracks
There are days I dream of a quiet room with a wraparound desk, multiple monitors, a giant whiteboard full of index cards and a pleasant, but unobtrusive, sound system. Then there is the reality of trying to write at the kitchen table while supper is bubbling on the stove, my kids are threatening to launch a full on nuclear attack and my boss is texting me to do “just one more thing” for the night.
I am a full time mom and I have a full-time job. Which means that my writing must grow in the cracks of my life, like lichen on a cliff. I’ve had to learn to stop waiting for the “perfect” time, to say no to dealing with chores or last minute requests and teach myself how to write in small fits and spurts.
When I was in college and my first full-time job, I used to bemoan my lack of time for writing. I would come home and fling myself on the couch and curse that there were only two hours after supper. I whined that I didn’t feel creative in the evening. I protested that I needed long stretches of six to eight hours to commune with my muse. Looking back, I want to slap my former self and her delusions of being a special snowflake with her creative process.