Blue Effect
Genre: Adult Urban
Date of
Publication: September 8th, 2014
Cover Artist:
Regina Wamba

Book Description:

Brennan is jaded and bitter despite her pinup girl looks and quick wit. Night
after night, she scours the Seattle club scene looking for someone or something
to fill the emptiness inside.
she meets the mysterious Kasey, her world stops… literally. He claims she has the ability to control time and stuns
her even further when he reveals his own gifts.
is inexplicably drawn to Kasey and reluctantly enters his world filled with a
new breed of humanity. They’re misfits like her, blessed or cursed with
powerful abilities, struggling to hide their differences from the rest of
the group discovers a nameless, faceless sociopath with
nightmarish powers; and he’s coming for Blue. She’s left reeling when they
discover her gifts are the key to defeating his terrible evil and saving them
Now she must race against the clock to harness her own powers and save
her new friends. Can she be more than a renegade? Can she be a hero too?
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do you do that?” 
I asked, finding my voice. I looked around the dance floor, at
all the people frozen like 3D photographs. It didn’t make sense that I wasn’t
scared by the situation at hand, but fear didn’t factor into my emotional state
at all. I also wondered what it would be like to walk through the crowd and
note all their bodily contortions and facial expressions, but I held back. At
the moment I was more interested in hearing what this man had to say. 
“How did
you make everything stop?”
to how I do what I do, I can only tell you that I do it. I know someone that
can explain the how better than I. As to this,” he waggled a finger toward the
still figures in the room, 
“this is all you. I can only help you … amplify what
you had inside you to begin with.”
was my turn to laugh, but it was humorless and harsh. “What are you talking
have felt different all your life, no?”
But doesn’t everybody?” I answered with an eye roll and looked around the room
“Look at these morons. They’re all playing dress up, hiding their real
selves from each other. But the truth is they’re desperate to find someone to
love them. Hoping they’ll be important to someone, anyone, because they sure as
hell don’t feel important to themselves. Hoping they’ll actually matter. Hoping
that someone can take away the emptiness they feel every time they look in the
mirror.” He
shook his head. 
“You are talking about yourself, not them. And they are not all
like that. They are not the lifeless paper dolls you think they are, not even
the ones trying so hard to stand out. And neither are you.”
words confused me, and I felt myself growing angry. “Who are you?” I didn’t
like the things he made me feel anymore, and I longed for the simplicity of the
liquored-up daze I’d enjoyed earlier. I wanted to run away from him, but in the
same moment I realized that nothing could have made me turn away from this
strange man.
name is Kasimir Korsak. My friends call my Kasey. I would very much like to
include you in that group.”
shook my head. “If you know so much about me, you would know that I don’t have
friends.” I put as much disdain into the last word as I could. I might want to
find out more about the things that were happening, but that didn’t mean I
trusted him. “Besides, what possible reason do I have to believe anything you
eyes were still steady on mine when he spoke. “You already trust me, Blue. You
do not want to admit it because I am a stranger, but deep down you believe me
because you hear truth in my words. You look around the room and see truth. You
are different. Special.” He held out his hands, palms up in a gesture of
openness. “You are like me, only you have not learned how to use your abilities
I gaped at him. What the hell does that mean?
stood in the strange, echoless silence, neither of us taking our eyes off the
other. I wanted his words to be true. I wanted the differentness I’d always
felt to be something special, wanted it with an urgency that pierced through
the numbness. In the few moments I’d spent with this man I’d felt more emotions
than I’d felt in years.
realization finally brought forth fear, but it also brought excitement, and I
wanted more. If his words were true, and he and I were alike, maybe that meant
I actually belonged somewhere.
can show you if you let me.” He smiled again and as we stared at one another,
thoughts that weren’t mine raced through my head.
me a chance to show you. There are others like us. You do not have to be alone
should I?”
are your options?” He smiled. “Someone once said, ‘I may never be what I want
to be, what I ought to be, but how will I know unless I try?’ That is all I am
asking you to do, try.”
said that?”
grinned wider. “A superhero.”
rolled my eyes. “You’re kidding, right? This isn’t a fucking comic book.”
the Author:

Rose Shababy and
her family reside in eastern Washington State. Rose grew up in the Northwest
but swears she’s going to move to warmer climates someday. She’s claimed this
for over 20 years, however, and has yet to move more than 75 miles away from
her mother.

Rose has a deep
love of all things Star Trek and yearns to travel the heavens, as well as an
intense desire to be bitten by a radioactive spider.
Unfortunately she
sucks at science and math so she hasn’t been able bring her dreams to life,
instead living vicariously through books, comics, television and film. She
hopes to someday make a million dollars so she can afford to buy her way to the
international space station, but she’d settle for being able to fly around the
world and leap tall buildings in a single bound.
Rose also loves to
cook and worked for years in a gourmet Italian grocery and deli where she
learned to hone her skills. She prepares culinary masterpieces for her family,
but fervently wishes the dishes would wash themselves. Especially now that her
dishwashers/children are nearly grown and only one still lives at home.
Rose likes to use
her free time wisely. For instance, she likes to daydream, will often read for
hours until she falls asleep on the couch with an electric blanket and a warm
tabby cat curled up on her hip, as well as spending cozy weekend days watching
Syfy movies like Sharknado and Mega Piranha with her husband.
If Rose were a
cartoon animal, she’d prefer to be a wise old owl or a sleek and sexy jaguar,
but in reality she’d probably be a myopic mole with coke-bottle glasses.
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