by Rebecca Chastain
Amazon (everywhere else)
Release Date: January 12, 2016
TINY GLITCHES is self-published, professionally edited, and available only as an ebook.
Life isn’t exactly normal for Eva Parker: the stronger Eva’s emotions, the faster nearby electrical devices die. Eva can’t have a cell phone, use a computer, or be in a car for more than a few minutes without killing it. Dealing with her electricity-killing curse makes living in modern-day Los Angeles complicated enough for Eva—and that was before she was blackmailed into hiding a stolen baby elephant and partnered with Hudson, a sexy electrical engineer Eva just met.
Dodging repeated attempts on her life made by ruthless corporations hunting the elephant is easier for Eva than quelling her growing affection for Hudson, and while protecting an elephant is hard, controlling her curse is a lot harder. However, Eva must do both, because if she lets her emotions free and falls in love with Hudson, neither of them will survive.
Enchanting and quirky, Tiny Glitches fuses electrifying romance and high-voltage suspense in a rollicking adventure.
The trailer rocked, the heavy metal frame groaning in protest. The trailer wasn’t wide, and before the baby elephant could stampede more than four steps, it mashed against me, pinning me to the wall. I scrunched my toes in my open sandals and braced for a mauling. The elephant flapped her ears and the hem of my skirt fluttered. My eyes popped open.
“Good elephant, you don’t want to hurt me,” I said, wriggling to the side. “Please don’t eat me.”
“I think elephants are vegetarians,” Hudson said, coming into view at the open back of the trailer. He stepped inside and pulled the door shut behind him.
“It looks hungry. Maybe it’s starved beyond reason. And look at those feet. It could cripple me with a single step. Oh God, what are you doing?”
The elephant snuffled me with her trunk. I backed up as far as my handcuffed wrist would allow. She followed. The moist tip of the trunk prodded my knee below the line of my skirt and beelined for third base. Dirty sandpaper skin scraped up my naked thigh.
“No! No, no, no, no. Bad elephant!” I twisted and thrust my butt away from the elephant, the tendons in my shackled arm radiating fiery pain from my bruised wrist to my shoulder. Doubled over as I was, if the wild elephant charged, she’d slam into my solar plexus and rip my arm clean off.
The elephant’s trunk reversed direction and constricted around my ankle. I squeaked. Bright brown eyes lifted to my face. The trunk tip released me to molest the straps of my sandals. I shimmied to the side, easing the pressure on my arm.
“That’s a good elephant. Keep your trunk to yourself and I’ll—eep!”
The elephant swung her head to look at Hudson, pivoting on a back foot, rocking the trailer. It took me a moment to recognize the incongruous sound.
“You’re laughing? Now?” With my ass in the air and my body contorted painfully around an unpredictable killing machine, he had the audacity to laugh? Shooting Hudson a glare, I squeezed between the elephant and the wall of the trailer and straightened, sidling closer to the bar I was handcuffed to. The man had great crow’s-feet when he grinned, the bastard.
“He’s either a terrible influence on you or a great one. And I think it should be a new rule in our relationship that I meet anyone who sees you in handcuffs.”
“The Tercel moaned, backfired twice, and rattled to a stop. The stench settled around us. ‘Damn it, Ed. Your fart’s killed the car.’”
“I’d never thought I’d appreciate my gift’s side effect. Apparently I’d been leading the wrong lifestyle to make use of it. My curse was far more suited for the life of crime.”
“You don’t walk into love, Eva, and you don’t fall. You throw yourself into it. It’s all or nothing.”
Paranormal anything is not my typical genre but I found this hybrid paranormal/contemporary romance/cozy mystery to be a fun and entertaining read. Nestled in the mystery were delectable hits of steamy goodness, and miles and miles of clever humor. I frequently snorted and even laughed aloud at gastric distress – don’t judge – it was really funny. The paranormal aspect involved the main character having a strange relationship with electricity – she absorbed it – and this caused ill effects with electronics, meaning she ruined them. Imagine not having a computer, cell phone, television, car, not being able to fly or travel… no wonder she called it her “curse.”
Written in first person POV, our heroine, Eva, is blackmailed into helping a wayward scientist, Jenny, hide a kidnapped genetic experiment after tinkering with the creatures chromosomes. Jenny had figured out Eva’s curse by observing her in high school, and threatened to expose her if she did not aid and abet. Over the course of the story, Eva is chased, shot at, attacked, and kidnapped several times – by bumbling bakers turned private eyes, as well as ninjas, and a “retrieval expert” who was after the experiment – hunted by the FBI, and finally taken by SWAT. My life suddenly seems so drab and boring.
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