My short sweet paranormal romance "The Storm" will be released by
Forbidden Publications on March 5, 2009. Come to the Midnight
Seductions group from noon until about dinner time March 5 for
my advanced release party! I am hosting a contest, and a lucky winner gets
a FREE COPY of "The Storm". YAY! CONTESTS!!!
Looking forward to seeing everyone there on the 5th!!
By Elizabeth Black
March 5, 2009
Genre: Paranormal Fantasy
Rating: Sweet (No sex. Unheard of from me. LOL!)
"The Storm" will be released on March 5, 2009.
After getting caught yet again with another man's wife,
Robbie walked to Salt Island from the shore to nurse
his wounded ego and his wounded face. He falls into a
drunken sleep and awakens to find himself trapped on
the island since tide came in - and a nor'easter is coming.
He has to get off of this island before the storm hits. To
make matters worse, the ocean is glowing an iridescent
maroon. That could only mean one thing - an appearance
of notorious pirate, Captain Samuel Black, and his ship,
the Prospero. Robbie calls his best friend, Ian, and his
former girlfriend, Kate, to get him off this island. Kate
is now Ian's wife, but Robbie still carries a torch for her.
Will Ian and Kate get Robbie off that island before the
storm and the pirate find him first?
I wallowed in a little self-pity, crying
like a spoiled toddler, kicking my legs,
pissed at myself for not waking up in
time to get off this fucking rock.
My troubles were just beginning, and dealing
with my wife and Dean's junkyard dog madness
was mild compared to what I saw churning on
Thick gray clouds surged far out over the ocean's
surface like the bile that ate my stomach lining.
Fog the color of lead hung low on the horizon,
its mist reaching beyond the crashing waves. Cracks
of lightning split the sky, interspersed with thunder
that I felt through my ass rather than heard through
my ears. Seagrass between the rocks snapped in the
That nor'easter would definitely get here long before
twelve hours was up. Nor'easters were nothing to
brush off as a little hard rain. Those high winds could
easily hurl me to the rocks at the base of the island,
or they could completely bypass the rocks and hurl
me out to sea. That is if lightning didn't fry me first.
Salt Island was a granite and seaweed lightning rod.
The storm wasn't going to bypass Salt Island just
because I was stuck on it. I had to find a way back
to shore before it blew me there in little, broken
What scared me more than anything was that the
ocean glowed an iridescent maroon. It wasn't the
color you see when phosphorescent plankton float
on the waves. This was a sickly putrescence I had
heard about in stories my best buddy Ian used to
scare the shit out of me with when we were kids.
A huge nor'easter surrounded by a glowing ocean
meant only one thing, and I did not want to be here
when HE showed up.
When the winds rose high, when the sky was the
color of pitch, and when the ocean glowed blood
red, Captain Samuel Black and his ship The Prospero
emerged from the fog that rolled over the ocean
waves, coming ashore in search of revenge.
Late at night on weekends, Ian would tell that story
in his best Vincent Price voice, and he would scare
the pants off me every time. After several hours of
monster movies playing on Creature Feature, Ian's
dog rolling over could get me shrieking like a girl.
Kate, my old girlfriend who later became Ian's wife,
used to get on his case about spooking me so much,
but she wasn't much help herself because she usually
just sat there giggling the whole time. I didn't mind so
much because she has a cute giggle. I think both of us
actually pulled this stunt for her benefit. We just liked
to make her laugh, so Ian would tell his ghost stories
and I would pretend to be terrified, except I wasn't really
pretending all that much. He'd turn off the lights, light
some candles, and move the popcorn out of my way in
case I jumped. It wasn't fun picking popcorn off the floor
after I kicked the bowl into a lampshade. He scared me
all the same with those stories after we were in college.