Sunday, October 14, 2012

Playing with Fire by Tamara Morgan (Guest Post)

Please give a warm welcome to contemporary romance author, Tamara Morgan! 

5 Awesome Powers, 5 Not-So-Awesome Powers

There is no way to write a superhero story without making a list of the best-ever superpowers (or the worst-ever ones). Forget the characters. Forget the science. Forget the worldbuilding. What’s really important when it comes to magical worlds is the superpowers—more specifically, what I would do if I had them for my very own.

Would I sit and cry about the spider bite that changed my life forever? No way. Give me spidey senses and all the accompanying tingles. Would I feel bad about growing big and green and destroying all the people who made me mad? Heck, no! Let the TAMARASMASHing begin.

In fact…here’s my top 10 list of superpowers I would and would not want to have.

5 Awesome Powers

·         Teleportation: I want to spend the morning drinking coffee in Paris, the afternoon lounging on a beach in Hawaii, and still be home in time for dinner.

·         Osmosis Learning: What would be cooler than putting a book under my pillow at night and waking up with all the information neatly stored inside my brain?

·         Super Sarcasm: A la Tony Stark, if you please.

·         Invisibility: We can blame this on my inherent nosiness. I want to eavesdrop and spy and maybe sometimes break into banks to steal things.

·         Flying: I’d even wear a cape to make it look cool.

5 Not-So-Awesome Powers

·         Pillow Hands: I don’t even know what this is, but it doesn’t sound very fun.

·         Super Smell: I think we can all agree that excessive olfactory skills would be more of a curse than a blessing in this world.

·         Time Travel: Great in theory, but I would worry far too much about that whole space-time-continuum thing to have any real fun. It would really be the power of time travel/ulcers.

·         Shapeshifting: I’ve watched the Twilight movies. This looks painful.

·         Empath: Meh. Inherently knowing how people feel and manipulating their emotions might make you a really good candidate for a romance heroine, but there’s not nearly enough flash and bang for me.

As you can see, it’s probably not a very good idea for me to become a superhero. I’d spend way too much time having fun and not nearly enough saving the world.

Good thing I leave the real work up to the characters in my books.  

Fiona Nelson has always been one hot ticket—even before she took the conversion serum that gave her superhuman abilities. Fiona's powers come at a price: lack of human contact, or she won't be the only thing burning. When she loses control of her emotions, her fire powers run rampant...and she's hurt enough people already.
Including herself.
But when the man behind her conversion returns to blackmail her into helping him gain power, the only person she can turn to is Ian Jones, the man who broke her teenage heart. The man determined to expose the criminal known as Fireball, whose explosive escapades are just a little too close to Fiona's M.O.
Ian is convinced Fiona's dangerous, convinced she's Fireball, and convinced he'll damn himself if he doesn't resist a heat that's always drawn him to Fiona like a moth to a flame—but Ian has his own secrets.
And he'll learn far too soon what happens when you play with fire.

Tamara Morgan is a romance writer and unabashed lover of historical reenactments—the more elaborate and geeky the costume requirements, the better. In her quest for modern-day history and intrigue, she has taken fencing classes, forced her child into Highland dancing, and, of course, journeyed annually to the local Renaissance Fair. These feats are matched by a universal love of men in tights, of both the superhero and codpiece variety. 

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