by a.c. Mason
Let me go back to a conversation I was having with fellow author Toni Kelly this summer about a Haboob, which started the entire idea. Yes, you read that correctly aHaboob. I thought what the heck is that too? So she explained about this wall of sand that comes right at you. Apparently they occur in places like Phoenix. It reminded me of the mythological bird. Just then I thought about this 1 Night Stand I wanted to write and how I desiredto do something unique and different. I thought Mason wouldn’t it be cool to have a race of Phoenixes? (Sometimes I talk to myself.) In my usual Mason style I did some research of the mythology of the Greek and Persians views of Phoenixes. Then I sat there thinking about how the technicalities would work. The only hot bird man I could think of was Brendan Lee in The Crow. So I needed to come up with some searing material for the birth of my supernatural beings.
Would they become birds? (Side note: Mason takes issue when humanstransform into things bigger or smaller than the mass of their body. I know it’s a weird issue. I’m seeing someone about it.)Where would one hide a big bird? People would notice if they shifted into a massive bird. So I came up with an alternate idea. You’ll have to read the story to find out.
How would the rebirth work?Rising from the ashes but how? Were they born as Phoenixes or does something make you one of them?
What abilities do they have? Fire of course. What do they do with it? What else can they do?
What purpose do they have on earth? Why were they created? I don’t always answer this question outright but hope that the reader comes to their own conclusion.
How do they mate?Not the act of mating. Naughty reader, but the pairing. Trust me I’ve got the acts too.
And lastly I needed why my characters wanted a 1 Night Stand. I know this will come as a shock to most but I’m a total prude. So if I was going to write a 1 Night Stand the reasons for the characters doing it needed to be believable to me. After all that wonderful angst I went through Seneb, Cinaed and Era were born to create a Firestorm.
Here’s a feathers tickle of a fantasy of flames, Firestorm:
Interracial Paranormal Erotic (Ménage, Romance, Multicultural)
Master Explosive Ordnance Disposal Officer, Era Bennu has a thing for combustible situations. All she wants is one smokin' night with two hot supernaturals before she goes out in blaze of glory on her current mission.
Scorch marks are the insignia of the Phoenix. This anniversary’s gift for mates Seneb Keita and Cinaed Bryce is explosive. They're going to savor one searing night with a woman that they can share.
What they get is a firestorm and Era finds serenity in the midst of a roaring blaze.
Can she accept her destiny is to play with fire when she’s the one meant to rise from the ashes?
“Room 201.” Era shoved the email printout in her backpack, removed the room key, and swung the strap onto her shoulder.
Why hadn’t she noticed the irony until now? Two on one.Clever. Not a soul had bothered her through the check-in process as per her instructions. If anyone had, her classic “and whom do you think you are” look would have stopped them dead! If not, she could flash her Secretary of Defense issued hall pass.
“Ecstasy, here I come.” At the age of thirty-two, one last thing remained on her list of desires. Tonight she would strike this fantasy off the list.
So far, Madame Eve seemed to be running a tight operation and appeared to be on the up and up. In less than fourteen minutes, two amazing supernatural males would walk into this very room to give her a night she’d never forget. Maybe her last night on earth. Tomorrow she was Iraq-bound for a Black Ops mission involving a missing diplomat, a terrorist bomb, and her skills to defuse. If such a result could occur. Highly explosive situations were unavoidable in her life. Most of the team would be coming home in pine boxes with flags draped over them; they had a point one percent chance of survival under the circumstance. But for the safety of her fellow Americans, it was a price she would gladly pay. All the team would.
In her haste to get this night squared away, she hadn’t specified what type of supernaturals, just that they be a kind that couldn’t infect or maker her into what they were. Please let them have talents no human male possessed. Not that she knew much about the paranormal. Though she’d always been drawn to the unknown. She had chalked up her fascination with paranormal activity to a desire to escape from the cruelties humans could inflict on each other, which she’d seen firsthand. Tonight was about her.
No matter what her ex had said about her, she wasn’t frigid. So she didn’t want another woman in her bed. She’d be more than happy to be of service to a few good men. Two to start. And then who knows, if after tomorrow dawn rose on another day, and she wasn’t disfigured for life—the world would be hers for the taking. Technically, they weren’t men either they were…. Well, she didn’t know yet.
The hall was vacant. The Castillo Resort even managed to ensure a clear coast on her arrival at her room. What service!
She unlocked the door, opened it, and stepped in.
Sin incarnate stood with a towel around his neck.
Contest: One lucky commenter before 12 am pacific time October 26th 2011will win an ecopy of Firestorm by a.c. Mason open worldwide except where prohibited by law by answering the following question. A Phoenix has the ability to control red or blue flames. If you were a Phoenix what shade or color would you want your flame to be?
Born from the union of her Scottish and Belgian mother and an African American and Cherokee father, a.c.Mason’s youth was filled with dichotomies and moving from place to place. She developed a curiosity to explore through writing the seedy side of our nature and desires. Given her own diverse background, she writes stories that represent the world she grew up in. She is fluent in French and English. For the past eight years of her life, she has worked with one foot in the past spanning from 18th century, the Bering Strait theory to modern day and now late Victorian. She advocates the preservation of our natural and cultural riches for future generations. Her stories are the place where darkness meets human desire and fairytales endings are not promised but earned. In 2011 her work was nominated for six 2012 Bookie Awards. If you’d like to learn more about a.c. Mason go to www.acmason.com.