Today I just wanted to pop in and share a quick excerpt from my soon to be published novella, Siren Falling. Siren Falling is a Starseed Universe Prequel Novella, telling the story of Selma de Avila a siren descended from the sirens mentioned in Homer’s Odyssey and her big move from Menorca to New York City. New York proves a huge change for Selma and her siren powers begin to run amok causing chaos in the city. I won’t say more because spoilers(!) but here’s a teensy excerpt to give you a taste of Selma’s voice.
Beeping horns and the bitter stench of exhaust clouding the early fall air assaulted Selma as she stepped out of the cab. She gripped her suitcases tight and her mouth dropped as she stared up at the buildings reaching for the sky. The movement of people around lit up her every sense and she shivered. It was exhilarating just standing in one spot.
At home, I had an ocean of water before me. Here it is an ocean of people. So far, I prefer the latter.
Selma dove into the crowd eyeing the hostel sign five city blocks away. Her cab driver had pointed it out when Selma changed her mind about her accommodations. Originally, she’d planned to stay in a hotel but once the driver mentioned the high rates on Manhattan, she’d asked if he knew of a cheaper alternative. The answer was as it was in Spain, a youth hostel. Selma disliked the idea of sleeping in a bunk-filled dorm but skimping on the hostel was acceptable to save money for the marble countertops, sprawling city views, and doorman her dream apartment would boast.
The alluring scent of pine and soap filled Selma’s nostrils stopping her dead in her tracks.
“Hey lady! What the hell?” A man, well over six feet tall, yelled and swerved to avoid a collision.
Selma pursed her lips, barely registering the agitated New Yorker as she searched for the source of the delightful spell. Warm brown eyes roamed and she sucked in a breath. Selma had been so in her own head she hadn’t even noticed the dozen attractive men milling about. Tall men, short men, burly and skinny men, clean-shaven men, and men with neat beards; all with glowing smiles, groomed hair, and suits that would make her mamá sigh. Best of all, none of them were the men she’d known her whole life in her tiny island town.
Selma caught the brilliant blue eyes of a man with dark, rich skin and cheekbones that could cut glass.
The man winked and blew her a roguish kiss before glancing away.
Oh, you want to play that game?
A smirk grew on her face and a thrill ran through her. Reflexively, Selma released a thin stream of estrogen and testosterone into her blood. The hormones dosed into the deepest layers of her skin and moved up through her pores, ready for release. She moved closer to the blue-eyed Adonis and swept her arms in his direction. Hormones leapt off her golden skin, heading straight for the man.
The result was instantaneous. The man whirled about, his blue eyes sharp just moments before had grown hazy and his nostrils flared. Catching sight of her, he shot towards Selma.
“Hello, Miss. Sorry to intrude, but you looked lost. I’m Jared. I wondered if I may be of service to you?” The man asked in a posh British accent.
The change was drastic. He looked like a puppy standing there, and Selma felt a twinge of guilt at her use of magic. Even if the guy had been a little cocky she knew it wasn’t ethical. And she’d never have done it back home, under her family’s watchful eyes. Selma glanced guiltily down at the sidewalk.
“Miss? Excuse me, but are you OK? May I assist you with your bags?” Jared’s brows furrowed with concern.
Selma grabbed at one of her two suitcases. Her muscles strained against its weight and she sighed.
I suppose he’s already a teensy bit enchanted and drastic needs call for drastic measures.
“I’d love that,” Selma answered. She met Jared’s eyes and beamed, hoping he’d register her appreciation despite the hormone and mind-altering influence of her enchantment. “I’m staying at the youth hostel down the street.”
Jared frowned. “The youth hostel? Are you visiting?”
“I just moved to town but don’t have a place to live yet.”
“Buying or renting?”
“I know just the person to help you. Let me show you to his office. He’s a realtor and always knows where the best apartments are for any budget.”
“Sure, that would be wonderful.”
Jared turned and walked down the sidewalk, both of Selma’s suitcases clenched in his hands.
Selma shrugged. May as well go with it and admire the view while I can, she thought following Jared down the street.
Selma is already starting trouble and she’s barely stepped foot in New York!
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Until next time!
All the magic,