The Gifted Ones is an episodic series, with each book running 65,000 to 95,000 words in length (250 to 350 paperback pages). Each episode is a complete story in itself, but leaves “dangling threads” to be resolved in later episodes. The stories are chronological and connected with recurring characters, so you will want to read them in order, similar to many action/adventure/mystery series on television.
The Gifted Ones series is intended for an audience that is 16+. It does contain some violence and sexuality, but nothing graphic, gory, or explicit. It should be acceptable reading material for anyone from 16 to 106.
It was now or never. Ellie opened the bedroom door wider and crept through. The sleeping woman didn’t stir. Ellie tiptoed across the room, trying not to breathe. One-quarter of the distance covered. One-half. Three-quarters, and her heart was pounding.
The sound of the other bedroom door opening sent her racing for the exit. With both hands she clawed at the various locks and latches. How long did she have before some big giant person grabbed her from behind?
“Mouse, wait! Don’t go!”
Ellie froze in place.
“Mouse, I mean, Elodie…Ellie? It’s okay, don’t run.”
Slowly, she let her hands off the locks and turned. It wasn’t so much the sound of his voice that stopped her, but the name. Mouse. No one had called her Mouse since…well, longer ago than she could remember. It was a nickname known only to her family—Mom, Dad, Aunt Grace, and…“Uncle Joe?”
A soft smile spread across the man’s face. “You do remember. I wasn’t sure you would.”
Yes, yes, it was him. Older now, a little tired perhaps, and with a sprinkle of gray around the temples, but yeah, it was Joe. She wrinkled up her forehead, tearing at the layers wrapped around those memories. Her dear Uncle Joe. He wasn’t really her uncle, of course. Lucy and Grace had only one brother, and it wasn’t Joe, and Grace had never married, but when Ellie was a small child, Uncle Joe was as much a part of their family as anyone. He had disappeared from her life, though, when Ellie was only five or six. A satisfactory explanation had never been offered, only a promise of such, “When you’re old enough to understand.” A day which had never come.
Keywords: Mystery, Romance, Romantic Suspense, Genetic Engineering, Paranormal Mystery, Paranormal Romance, Action Adventure, Women's Fiction, Women's Adventure, YA Romance, Science Fiction Romance, Science Fiction Adventure, Sci Fi Adventure, Sci Fi Romance, Hispanic Romance
Maria Elizabeth Romana is a second-generation Italian-American with a background in mathematics, business, and research. In other words, she's a straight-up geek...with tomato sauce stuck in her computer keyboard. By day, she's all numbers, but at night, she transforms into Word Woman, writing about the same kinds of people and places and events that colored her make-believe world as a child. Maria prefers characters who are smart, sensitive, and strong-willed, but like you and me, not without flaws. As far as she's concerned, there's nothing more annoying than a heroine who's TSTL (too stupid to live), but one who's Barbie-doll perfect is even worse. Maria likes to give her characters some cool mysteries to solve, crises to encounter, and folks to fall in love with, and she tries to do it all with a dash of humor. Learn more at her website, MariaRomana.com.
The Story: When a dedicated researcher learns a bit too much about her client's new drug, the horrors from her past seem destined to return. Just as her life begins to spin out of control, a dashing computer security expert arrives from South America and seems the perfect antidote. But is his sudden arrival just the happy coincidence it seems? Find out in these three novels that take the reader on a roller coaster ride of mystery, romance, and suspense—until the very last page.
Books in the Unbreakable Series:
Little Miss Straight Lace
Little Girl Lost
Daddy's Little Girls
Robert spoke with open hands and a casual stance, "Look, fella, take it easy. We just--"
"O-okay, listen, I-I'll tell you the whole story. Everything. But I swear, I never did anything to her. Nobody did. Not on my watch, anyway. I took real good care of her. I swear. You gotta believe me!"
Nic's pulse quickened. He took a step closer and cocked a brow at the stocky man, "Who her?"
"Y-you know--your girl."
"Y-yeah. You know...petite, brunette, pretty. Kinda..." The guy relaxed a little, pulling his hands away from the fence, and started forming an hourglass shape with them.
Nic pursed his lips. "Okay. I know what she looks like." He lifted his chin at the stocky man, "So what are you talking about? 'Your watch'. 'Took care of her'. Where? When?"
"Come on, you know..." The tattooed man looked from Nic over to Robert, as if he expected a more reasonable interrogator–a Good Cop to Nic's Bad.
But Nic insisted, "Humor me."
"Well, uh, well..."
Nic took another step.
The tattooed man gulped and started talking, "Yeah, okay. See, when I took the job, I didn't know it was her, okay? It was only when I saw her close up, in the light, that I recognized her. I remembered her from the bar. From that night last summer when I pulled her off the stool. I mean, I didn't know who she really was. I just thought she was your date, your girl or whatever, okay? I didn't know she was like...one of you."