Title: PeopleFish
Author: Medella Kingston
Publisher: NineStar Press
Release
Date: January 23rd
Heat
Level: 3 - Some Sex
Pairing: Female/Female
Length: 118000
Genre: Romance, lesbian, bisexual, paranormal, Addiction,
psychic ability, romance
Goodreads
- https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/33546115
Synopsis
Her Cree grandmother called it the gift
of seeing, but for Petra “Pete” Orvatch, knowing things in ways that defy
explanation has made reality and fantasy blur in a world where the clocks literally
go backward. Her fascinating and clairvoyant mind is a riddle that many doctors
have tried to solve with medication. Love comes her way unexpectedly when she
meets Fiona Angeli, a stunningly beautiful single mother. A risk-taker by
nature, Fiona is not scared off by her new lover’s psychic abilities and
eccentricities.
The two of them share passion and
secrets on a magical and surprising journey, and their torrid love affair takes
them to thrilling new places until betrayal divides them. Both these women
fight battles within themselves; Fiona must gain control of her dangerous
compulsions, and Pete’s onerous gift ultimately puts her at risk of losing
herself in the gap between delusions and the real world.
Excerpt
PeopleFish
Medella Kingston © 2017
All Rights Reserved
Pete looked up from the mystery she was
reading and scanned the faces in the waiting room. There was Tired Pinched Mom,
with faded blond ponytail and dark roots coming in. She had one kid under
control and was now quietly negotiating with the other. Next to this trio sat
Man Too Large for His Seat, who seemed to be staring at his shoes or sleeping
with his eyes open. In the corner was someone so nondescript she couldn’t
instantly name her—then it came to her: Any Woman. This woman was neither thin
nor large, short nor tall, and had a slightly exotic yet familiar face. She
looked as if she could be from many different places, like Greece, Morocco,
Central America, or New Jersey. She was text-messaging so quickly, Pete half
expected her thumbs to spark and set fire to her phone.
Doesn’t anyone people-watch anymore? Was
she the only person left who liked to read faces and create narratives? Maybe
so. She’d never stop doing it. She’d been spinning this stuff since she was
little—much to the annoyance of her mother. Instead of acknowledging the
creative gifts of her child, or at the very least being entertained by them,
she’d say, “God will punish you, Petra Marie, for thinking bad thoughts about
people and making up lies.”
Some traits must skip generations,
because Grandma Sweets had the right attitude. She’d join right in and
embellish her granddaughter’s rough outlines of strangers’ lives with additions
that could only come from a seasoned mind. If Pete said a passenger on the bus
looked guilty, Gram Sweets would say, “Of course he looks guilty, he ought to!
Instead of cooking a turkey for Thanksgiving, he cooked his wife!”
Her reminiscing was perforated by the
staccato ring of a telephone.
“Cambridge Holistic Health and Wellness
Center, please hold.”
Please hold? No one else is on the line;
is this receptionista just fucking with the caller? Pete dog-eared the page in
her paperback, closed it, slipped it into her bag, and decided to devote all of
her energy to observing. She was just about to make up a story about the
receptionist when her eyes landed on something strange. She hadn’t noticed the
cheap plastic clock on the wallpapered wall before, but now she couldn’t take
her eyes off it because the second hand was moving backward.
At first she thought she was seeing
things, since her imagination was such a well-developed muscle. So she did
something that made her feel seven instead of thirty-seven. She closed her eyes
to reset, inhaled a long, slow breath, and then opened them, hoping this simple
act could alter what she saw, or make things feel right again. She didn’t
return her gaze to the clock right away, but rather avoided its face like you
would dodge direct eye contact in a volley of flirt-and-stare with a stranger
who’d caught you looking.
She panned her eyes evenly over all she
had just taken in. Now the previously obedient child of the two was acting
petulant, Man Too Large for His Seat actually was asleep, and Any Woman had
stopped texting and was staring back at Pete. This startled her a bit. She
looked away and then forced herself to look at the clock again. The red second
hand was still moving backward and now instead of 2:27, it was 2:26, and the
room seemed brighter to her than it had been just a minute ago.
“Petra Orvatch?”
She heard the automaton call her but she
couldn’t move—she felt obligated to monitor the clock and confirm that it was
in fact going backward, but knew she shouldn’t say anything about it. It was
one of those times when she couldn’t expect people to understand her. These
occurrences had happened ever since she could remember and could be confusing,
amusing, or even downright dangerous.
Purchase
Links
NineStar Press: http://ninestarpress.com/product/peoplefish/
Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/695471
Q & A with Medella Kingston
If you could be a
superhero, what would you want your superpowers to be?
I would be a mighty
‘shero,’ with the superpowers of strength, invisibility, the ability to fly
,and to read minds. My mission: to fight racism, sexism, homophobia,
transphobia, as well as the abuse of animals, children, and other vulnerable
members of society,
If you could trade
places with one of your characters, who would it be and why?
That’s easy: Fiona.
I’d want to feel all the power, burden, and adrenaline rush of being THAT
beautiful. If I could be in her skin, I could know how it feels to have all
that sex with all those people, and to want to stop for one person.
If you could
sequester yourself for a week somewhere and just focus on your writing, where
would you go and what would the environment be like?
When I was working on
PeopleFish, I took a handful of what I called ‘writing retreats.’ I would
reserve a hotel, motel, or cottage by the ocean and only bring my laptop, my
big dog, Jack, and our necessities. The lodgings themselves aren’t as important
as the ability to get exercise with my dog on the beach and then sit with my
feet up for hours on end just writing. During these getaways, I indulge in my
ultimate favorite way to edit: I read every word aloud to make sure I like the
cadence, rhythm, and taste of the words the way I’ve put them all together.
Meet the
Author
Medella Kingston fell in love with
writing at an early age and published articles, poems, and stories when she was
growing up. She wrote, performed, and sold songs for movie soundtracks, and
continued writing short stories for her own pleasure. She currently sings in
the band Omnesia, which has aired locally on UC Berkeley’s radio station and
been heard as far east as Goa and the Mumbai University. She lives with her
partner and their two dogs in the East Bay. PeopleFish is Medella’s first
novel, and she is currently working on a new book.
Author
Links
Website: http://medellakingston.com/
Twitter: https://twitter.com/MedellaK
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