This week I have Sara Taney Humphreys on my blog for a written author interview and author guest blog. Today I have Sara guest blogging about her debut novel, The Amoveo Legacy
. I’ve also had the pleasure of chatting with her live on my podcast show on Thursday, January 28th at 8PM to 9:30PM EST
so if you want to listen to it you can download it to your computer or iTunes. And don’t forget to read my written interview with Sara
that I posted this past Tuesday. Now onto Sara’s guest blog:
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I’ve been told that I’ve got moxie. That little extra bit of oomph that pushes us. I’d like to think that’s true. I have to say that I’ve always had a fertile imagination. I can remember playing “Star Trek” when I was just seven or eight. Of course Captain Kirk was my ultimate hero. He’d save me from the Klingons and declare his undying love for me. Sigh. I never said I was a cool kid…just an imaginative kid. I think that’s where my love for paranormal romance began. I’ve always been drawn to the strange and unusual. Since I was very small I can remember being fascinated with ghosts and the afterlife. Ghosts, vampires, werewolves, shifters…all of it intrigue me and mystify me. There is something undeniably sexy about the unknown.
A few summers ago I was up at our family beach house in Westerly, Rhode Island and the idea came to me. It was dusk and night was about to descend on the misty shores of our home. Above the fireplace in the living room sat a mammoth picture of a soaring eagle. It got me thinking. Imagine a race of people that could shift into animals and possessed the ability to travel with the speed of thought. What kind of power would they possess? I have always been enamored with the idea of “one true love”. I do believe that there is someone for everyone. However, what if there was just ONE for you? What if you absolutely had to connect with your one true love and without them you’d be lost? It was that night that the idea for The Amoveo Series came to light.
I knew they’d be ancient. A race just a chromosome or two away from modern man. I wanted their race rooted in reality. What’s the most ancient language? Latin. So then I began my research. What words in Latin would fit for their society? Amoveo loosely translates to “Shift or move away from”. There were other options but this one word struck a chord with me. I’m a big believer in signs and of tuning into that “inner voice”. When I saw that word…I just knew…that was the name of their race.
I like to think that all my heroines all have moxie. They are ballsy chicks who can kick ass when they need to. They love a strong, confident man but can take care of themselves. I am having the time of my life writing about the Amoveo and their unfolding struggles. I look forward to sharing this world with other gals full of moxie!
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What if everything you knew turned out to be a lie? You find out that you aren’t even human—at least not entirely. What if, one day, you realize your world will never be the same again? These are the questions that Samantha Logan must face in The Amoveo Legacy. A dream on her thirtieth birthday compels her to leave her artists loft in New York City and move back to the beach with her Grandmother, Nonie. However, the instant Samantha steps foot on the salty shores of her childhood home, she realizes the landscape has changed.
The moment she encounters the mysterious, arrogant neighbor Malcolm Drew, her life is never the same. Through a seductive courtship, he introduces her to the magical mystical world of the Amoveo. The dream walking, telepathic, shape shifters that he claims are her true heritage. However, Malcolm holds back a secret that could destroy them both. Will he be able to protect Samantha and convince her of the secret legacy buried deep inside of her?
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Suddenly, Sam got the eerie feeling of being watched and knew she was no longer alone in her revelries. She froze and clutched her robe closed. She swallowed hard, afraid to open her eyes. Sam cursed silently at her silliness and slowly cracked one eye open. There was no one in her room, the door was still closed. I’m being ridiculous. Just as she let out a sigh of relief, she heard a clicking noise behind her. She slowly turned around and her body froze at the sight before her. Perched on her window sill was the exact same bird she’d seen in her dream and identical to the one she’d drawn on her canvas. Samantha stood there with wide eyes, uncertain what to do. “Holy crap,” she whispered.
The giant bird puffed up, bronze feathers glinting in the light. It shook its head as though displeased with her response.
“Sorry. Nice, birdie,” she said through a strained, almost hysterical giggle.
The giant creature didn’t move.
It just sat there staring at her, silently watching her with glowing yellow eyes. Sam didn’t know what to do so she stared back. Eventually her artist’s eye began to study the specimen before her. Her fear soon became replaced by curiosity. It was a mammoth bird of prey, an eagle, she thought, but reminded herself she’d have to look it up later. Its feathers shone with bright streaks in varying hues of browns and bronzes. They glinted brightly in golden flashes with even the slightest movement. She eyed its large taloned feet and sharp, hooked beak. Sam shuddered at the damage they could likely do.
The eyes were the same piercing yellow she remembered from her dream. They didn’t move from her face. As she stared into the eyes of her feathered visitor, she got the oddest sense of familiarity. She felt like it was intentionally sitting there so she could study it, like some kind of bizarre introduction. Feeling an unusual bravery, Sam slowly reached out to touch it.
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