The Blue Effect
Genre: Adult Urban Sci-fi/Fantasy
Date of Publication: September 8th, 2014
Cover Artist: Regina Wamba
Blue Brennan is jaded and bitter despite her pinup girl looks and quick wit. Night after night, she scours the Seattle club scene looking for someone or something to fill the emptiness inside.
When she meets the mysterious Kasey, her world stops… literally. He claims she has the ability to control time and stuns her even further when he reveals his own gifts.
Blue is inexplicably drawn to Kasey and reluctantly enters his world filled with a new breed of humanity. They’re misfits like her, blessed or cursed with powerful abilities, struggling to hide their differences from the rest of society.
Then the group discovers a nameless, faceless sociopath with nightmarish powers; and he’s coming for Blue. She’s left reeling when they discover her gifts are the key to defeating his terrible evil and saving them all.
Now she must race against the clock to harness her own powers and save her new friends. Can she be more than a renegade? Can she be a hero too?
As I scanned the crowd my eyes fell on one person out of sync with the rest. Close to my age, maybe a little older, he obviously didn’t belong in the club. His clothes, messy looking slacks and a gray t-shirt, hung on his lean frame. He finished them off with a tartan scarf and brown fedora finished his a look that seemed more at home on an old man than one in his twenties.
He pulled his hat off and shaggy brown hair fell across his eyes as he danced. Well, he didn’t dance so much as sway to the music, his eyes closed while a hint of a smile graced his lips. As he danced, he bobbed his head back and forth and his hands moved like graceful waves. His shadow grin seemed to infuse his entire body. He danced by himself as if he didn’t care what anyone around him thought, as if he danced for himself and no one else. He looked completely out of place, yet he appealed to me and I felt myself wanting to go to him.
I was shocked by the surge of jealousy that rushed through me as I stared at him. His face broke through my drunken haze and I realized this man was no paper doll. His face belonged to a truly happy man. Hell, he looked fucking ecstatic.
He had the face of an angel.
I tried to remember if I had ever seen a face like his before and couldn’t.
I knew I sure as fuck didn’t see it when I looked in the mirror.
Jealousy raged through my veins like an angry bull charging a matador, shocking me with its intensity.
“What’s the matter, baby?” I glanced up at the beefcake as he looked down at me, and I realized I’d stopped moving.
“Nothing. Hey, I’m thirsty.” I wasn’t, but I suddenly couldn’t stand the idea of him touching me again.
“No problem, baby. I’ll be right back. You wait for me, you hear?” He stroked my cheek and I repressed a shudder. He left, muscling his way through the crowd.
I turned back to look for the man in the crowd again. He wasn’t there and I almost screamed in frustration. I scanned the mob desperately, turning in a circle as I searched for him.
And then, there he was, a few short feet away from me. I stared at him and he stared back at me, still smiling and holding his hat in one hand.
“Who are you?” I asked, feeling stupid as the words left my mouth. What kind of question was that?
He held out his free hand and I reached for it without thinking. Taking the hand of this stranger seemed like the most natural thing in the world.
Our fingers touched and my skin came alive. I felt a surge of electricity as some sort of energy shot from his hand into mine, running through my whole body and back to his like an endless circuit. I couldn’t stifle the gasp that broke through my lips. I stared at him, my vision narrowing until his face and eyes and smile were the only things I could see.
The energy between us exploded outward like a wave into the crowd, through the people and everything around me stopped. The music ended like a switch had been flipped, the people froze mid-step and even the air around me seemed to stop moving.
A split second later his hand tightened around mine and I heard him inhale sharply as I gasped in the same moment. Foreign images flooded my vision, like scenes from a movie or memories that didn’t belong to me.
The club faded away until it seemed like a distant place I’d been in, belonging to a long ago past. I closed my eyes trying to block it out, but the pictures remained, playing out in my mind.
I saw him, the man holding my hand, except in the vision we were in a room with dirty windows running along the top of one wall and rickety wooden paneling. All my belongings filled the room. He had me up pressed against the wall as our lips grappled hungrily and we tore at each other’s clothes. He pulled away for a moment, his dark eyes burning into mine. “I have lost myself in you, my wild Blue. You are like oxygen. I cannot breathe without you.” A golden glow ebbed and pulsed around us, bathing our bodies in its light.
“No one has ever believed in me like you. I’m a better person because of you.” I rained kisses on his face. “You make me want to be better.” The glow surrounding us expanded, growing brighter.
About the Author:
Rose Shababy and her family reside in eastern Washington State. Rose grew up in the Northwest but swears she’s going to move to warmer climates someday. She’s claimed this for over 20 years, however, and has yet to move more than 75 miles away from her mother.
Rose has a deep love of all things Star Trek and yearns to travel the heavens, as well as an intense desire to be bitten by a radioactive spider.
Unfortunately she sucks at science and math so she hasn’t been able bring her dreams to life, instead living vicariously through books, comics, television and film. She hopes to someday make a million dollars so she can afford to buy her way to the international space station, but she’d settle for being able to fly around the world and leap tall buildings in a single bound.
Rose also loves to cook and worked for years in a gourmet Italian grocery and deli where she learned to hone her skills. She prepares culinary masterpieces for her family, but fervently wishes the dishes would wash themselves. Especially now that her dishwashers/children are nearly grown and only one still lives at home.
Rose likes to use her free time wisely. For instance, she likes to daydream, will often read for hours until she falls asleep on the couch with an electric blanket and a warm tabby cat curled up on her hip, as well as spending cozy weekend days watching Syfy movies like Sharknado and Mega Piranha with her husband.
If Rose were a cartoon animal, she’d prefer to be a wise old owl or a sleek and sexy jaguar, but in reality she’d probably be a myopic mole with coke-bottle glasses.