A Talent for Loving by Virginnia de Parté
Good morning, dear readers! This week on Coffee with Colette, fellow Secret Cravings Publishing author Virginnia de Parté has dropped by (all the way from New Zealand!) to tell you about her latest futuristic romance, A Talent For Loving - plus an excerpt! Reminds me of a cross between one of my favourite movies from my childhood - Logan's Run - and the TV show Fringe, which of course I adored. I can't wait to delve into Virginnia's world!
~Colette
William and Belinda, two genetically altered individuals meet years after leaving the government-rearing nursery for genetically altered infants. Their late development allowed them to escape a life devoted to the government's defence departments. If their skills are now discovered they are in danger of conscription by the government.
Virginnia De Parte writes futuristic fiction, spiced with romance and adventure. She has three romances published as e-books by Secret Cravings Publishing and is working on a fourth in the series about the genetically-altered Corban family.
Total-e-Bound has accepted a short novella to include in an anthology and also as a single release in June. Watch out for ‘Memoirs of Lady Montrose’. Be warned, it’s erotic.
Her other love is writing poetry and she is published in this genre as well, both on line and in hard copy.
A love words, and changing the way they are arranged, drives her writing. She endeavours to insert poetic prose into her fiction. Setting her stories in the future allows her imagination to run riot and she waits for the world to catch up with her inventions, instead of having her work dated by the constant, present-day advances made in technology.
Virginnia belongs to writing groups and on-line critique lists, all of whom help to keep her on-track and well edited.
She lives in the aptly named Bay of Plenty, New Zealand, a land of beautiful scenery, four million people and a number of hobbits.
About A Talent for Loving
Talents come in many guises.
William and Belinda, two genetically altered individuals meet years after leaving the government-rearing nursery for genetically altered infants. Their late development allowed them to escape a life devoted to the government's defence departments. If their skills are now discovered they are in danger of conscription by the government.
William, whose talent is to move through space between locations in the blink of an eye, has devoted his life to protecting other ex-nursery adults. Belinda occasionally uses her talent, lifting objects of great weight with her thoughts. Their meeting leads to love and a raft of problems both struggle to overcome.
Can they trust each other enough to allow love to bloom? Can they risk the renewed attention of the Defence Department?
A Talent for Loving explores an alternate reality and discovers the one talent neither Belinda nor William can control - love.
Now Available from Amazon for Kindle, Barnes & Noble for Nook, and other eBook formats at the Secret Cravings Store.
Check out all of the novels in her series:
Love's Bright Star http://amzn.to/10MlNiA
Love's Red Heart http://amzn.to/10m0dtL
A Talent for Loving http://amzn.to/11Q0s37
Excerpt from A Talent for Loving
There it was again.
That tickling on the edge of her safety net. She always put her confusion barrier up when in the city. Anyone wanting to approach her would be stifled at five paces away, their decision to approach would waver and hopefully they would give up their effort. Any other pedestrian, not concerned or not noticing her would walk right on through it. It was a handy device that kept her safe and a secret she shared that put her mother’s mind at rest.
Besides, you never knew when someone from the ‘Nursery’ might be checking up on your life. Cursed people. Thank God she’d escaped, been adopted by loving indulgent parents and was managing to live her life to the fullest.
The sensation tickled her back again and she stopped mid-stride, turned and looked down the street. There he was again, the same young man who’d stared at her in the supermarket the other day while she’d been shopping with her mother. He had to be about her own age - too young to be a government agent. What did he want from her? Probably some creep who
stalked people, unless it was a co-incidence? Could he be g-altered too?
Did he recognise her from the Nursery? The children had mixed socially when they were growing up until the magic age of seven. Any friendships formed were then split asunder as some stayed, some were adopted and some seemed to vanish overnight. His face didn’t ring any bells in her memory. Had he been adopted as well? To be out in the world he must have. Those ‘conscripted’ didn’t enjoy the luxury of free will.
She ran her gaze slowly over him, taking in his tall frame, broad shoulders and thick, dark hair. He met her gaze with equal interest before she turned and walked on. She could feel his indecision prickling again behind her. If he really wanted to talk to her then her confusion barrier would be stopping him. A smile tugged at the corner of her mouth. She could feel his puzzled thoughts bouncing off her barrier, as other pedestrians streamed past close to her and wove between them. No doubt he couldn’t work out how they could get close to her and he couldn’t.
She wondered if he’d work out how break through the barrier. No one else had so far. It wasn’t that she was against men or found the opposite sex unattractive. It was simply a matter of safety first. On reaching the corner she took the steps into the train station at a run, glad to be out of the wind and stopped to read the digital notice board’s moving message. There was a ten minute wait till her next train on Platform three. Should she get a coffee to sip on the train? She checked her barrier, no tickling, no irritation. He must have given up, or moved away. Pity, obviously no stickability. He’d looked rather nice too. Ah well, he might try again and she just might let him approach next time.
That tickling on the edge of her safety net. She always put her confusion barrier up when in the city. Anyone wanting to approach her would be stifled at five paces away, their decision to approach would waver and hopefully they would give up their effort. Any other pedestrian, not concerned or not noticing her would walk right on through it. It was a handy device that kept her safe and a secret she shared that put her mother’s mind at rest.
Besides, you never knew when someone from the ‘Nursery’ might be checking up on your life. Cursed people. Thank God she’d escaped, been adopted by loving indulgent parents and was managing to live her life to the fullest.
The sensation tickled her back again and she stopped mid-stride, turned and looked down the street. There he was again, the same young man who’d stared at her in the supermarket the other day while she’d been shopping with her mother. He had to be about her own age - too young to be a government agent. What did he want from her? Probably some creep who
stalked people, unless it was a co-incidence? Could he be g-altered too?
Did he recognise her from the Nursery? The children had mixed socially when they were growing up until the magic age of seven. Any friendships formed were then split asunder as some stayed, some were adopted and some seemed to vanish overnight. His face didn’t ring any bells in her memory. Had he been adopted as well? To be out in the world he must have. Those ‘conscripted’ didn’t enjoy the luxury of free will.
She ran her gaze slowly over him, taking in his tall frame, broad shoulders and thick, dark hair. He met her gaze with equal interest before she turned and walked on. She could feel his indecision prickling again behind her. If he really wanted to talk to her then her confusion barrier would be stopping him. A smile tugged at the corner of her mouth. She could feel his puzzled thoughts bouncing off her barrier, as other pedestrians streamed past close to her and wove between them. No doubt he couldn’t work out how they could get close to her and he couldn’t.
She wondered if he’d work out how break through the barrier. No one else had so far. It wasn’t that she was against men or found the opposite sex unattractive. It was simply a matter of safety first. On reaching the corner she took the steps into the train station at a run, glad to be out of the wind and stopped to read the digital notice board’s moving message. There was a ten minute wait till her next train on Platform three. Should she get a coffee to sip on the train? She checked her barrier, no tickling, no irritation. He must have given up, or moved away. Pity, obviously no stickability. He’d looked rather nice too. Ah well, he might try again and she just might let him approach next time.
Total-e-Bound has accepted a short novella to include in an anthology and also as a single release in June. Watch out for ‘Memoirs of Lady Montrose’. Be warned, it’s erotic.
Her other love is writing poetry and she is published in this genre as well, both on line and in hard copy.
A love words, and changing the way they are arranged, drives her writing. She endeavours to insert poetic prose into her fiction. Setting her stories in the future allows her imagination to run riot and she waits for the world to catch up with her inventions, instead of having her work dated by the constant, present-day advances made in technology.
Virginnia belongs to writing groups and on-line critique lists, all of whom help to keep her on-track and well edited.
She lives in the aptly named Bay of Plenty, New Zealand, a land of beautiful scenery, four million people and a number of hobbits.
Connect with Virginnia:
Facebook: www.facebook.com/virginnia.departe
Twitter: @VirginniaDeP
Blog: www.virginniadeparte.blogspot.co.nz
Read my poetry on www.derynpittar.tumblr.com
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