Thursday, October 2, 2014

Guest Blog and Giveaway Shifting Currents by Lissa Trevor

Deleted Scene: Lewis Captured!
Lissa Trevor

In my erotic, post apocalyptic novel, Shifting Currents, I have a few point of view characters and each one has chapters describing their cross country journey across the ravaged United States.  Sex is the favored currency and the trip is expensive.

Bethany, a human who has mutated into a Tech, can channel energy through her body to charge up devices.  Because of her rare ability, she doesn’t need to trade her body for goods and services, but she misses the intimacy of a lover who wants her for herself instead of her being able to charge up his radio for a few hours.

Lucas, a shape shifter, can transform into any beast he wants.  Shifters are enforcers in this day and age.  Common enough to be used as “cannon fodder”, their abilities are dangerous enough that if someone wanted to become king of all they surveyed, having an army of Shifters would be the way to go. He’s determined to free  his pack who have been taken prisoner by a band of scientists looking for a way to reverse engineer them – or worse.  They’re being held in a prison called Alcatraz, a mysterious building that survived the meteorite’s impact fully intact, while the rest of the state sank below the waves.

Lisa, Lucas’ sister, is also a shape shifter.  She just wants to live her life without persecution.  Demanding the finer things this new, budding civilization has to offer, Lisa is more than willing to orgasm her way to being rich and fulfilled.  When her brother joins a caravan going to California to rescue his pack, she comes along for the ride and the possibility of looting.

These are the three main viewpoints in Shifting Currents.  I had another view point, that was cut in the final draft.  It was one of the caravan masters Lewis.  Lewis is a special type of Shifter.  He can shift into mythical beasts.  In this deleted scene, Lewis has been taken captive by his former business partner, Misha who is also a specialized Shifter:

Lewis flew after the nomads, keeping the giant, scurrying scorpion in his sight. 
He became aware of his mistake when fire exploded into his side and Misha in dragon form followed up the blast by grasping his wings in her talons.
He had been careless and now would pay the price.  But he wasn’t going to go
down easy.  Wheeling on her, he tried to bite her underbelly, gnashing at the soft underside.  She jerked back, smacking him across the eyes with her barbed tail.  Blinded, Lewis pumped his wings, but they were damaged and he began to lose altitude.  He raked his back claws against her chest, when she got too eager, too greedy. But she still drove him to the ground with her teeth in his neck.  She clamped down until he passed out from lack of oxygen.
When he came to, he was chained to four spikes in the center of a large pavilion
tent.  The bitch made sure the spikes her silver to stop him from shifting.
               Misha was naked on red velvet pillows a few yards from him.  Human again, she writhed against the man whose head was buried deep between her legs.  She was lovely, all brown skin and dark brown eyes.  Her hair was wild and long caressing her as she rubbed her body on the pillows.  Misha tugged on the man’s head and he slowed down.  She undulated her hips and smiled when she saw Lewis was awake and watching them.
               “So it’s to be torture,” Lewis said,  testing the chain’s hold on him.  Solid. He was going nowhere.
               “I want my money,” Misha said.  She gripped her lover’s face between her thighs.
               “I seem to have misplaced my wallet.”
               “Then I’ll have to hold you ransom.  That idiot Clark will pay me to get you back in one piece.”  She leaned back and absently played with her breasts.
               “I could be of service to you.”
               Misha dipped her head, spilling long black hair across the ground.  “I can take from you what I want.”  She began to breathe heavier.  “Besides, with a tongue like his, I don’t need you.  Oh.”
               Lewis watched her body tense and shudder. Misha was the one woman he couldn’t get enough of.  She was exciting, dangerous, wild as an animal.  But she couldn’t, wouldn’t share him with others.  So he was forced to cut her out of the partnership.  She took it badly and tried to kill him.  He liked that in a woman.

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Shifting Currents
Lissa Trevor

Genre: Erotic Paranormal

Publisher: LooseID

eISBN - 9781623001667

Number of pages: 191
Word Count: 60,000

Cover Artist: April Martinez

Book Description:

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?

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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 to the next animal up for auction.

About the Author:

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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