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Book 2 of the Five Elements Series

So you’ve got psychic powers, now what?

When superstar Aurora manifests telekinesis, her beliefs about everything are put to the test, even the ones about herself. Can she heal enough to let love in?

Brayden is an easygoing guy, until an Australian beauty steals his heart and turns his world upside down. The stakes get even higher when she threatens to expose a secret that’s been kept by his people for millennia.

Can they recognize their precious love for what it is, and save the world in the process?

Enter the world of the Five Elements with Aurora and Brayden's story.  


"One of the most unique and moving books I have ever read and takes you on a magical adventure with quite a spectacular man for company."

"I really, really, really love your story! It has all the elements that can excite me in a book -- new 'worlds', the paranormal, strong characters and an intriguing story line."

"Beautifully written story of discovery and love"

"A total ride - very rich in setting with some incredible world building ... strong voices and personalities that bounced off the page."

"Action-packed … lots of deliciousness … so moving."

"Your novel was a total ride - very rich in setting with some incredible world building ... Your characters also had really strong voices and personalities that bounced off the page. Your writing really shines - very poetic and lyrical."

"I have a huuuuuuuuge crush on Brayden  …   [Leigh] is my favourite character. ... I also enjoyed how this book is fast-paced, but at the same time it is not rushed as some novels tend to be.  … excellent book!"

"Gave me goosebumps."

"This book made me LAUGH, cry, and think about fear/courage, perspectives, indigenous communities, the environment, music, etc. I loved how every time I put the book down, I found myself contemplating these things as I moved on to other activities. There were also a handful of great kernels of wisdom.

I enjoyed the cast of characters, the descriptions of Uluru, and the unique fantasy elements...”

StarDust is a book that tried to be a paranormal romance, but had too much action and adventure! It's the second book in the Sci-Fi/Fantasy/Paranormal/Romance Five Elements Series, but it can be read as a the first in the series.

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Chapter One

It begins with water. The vast nothingness of water, the dark. Thus, is life born from water. All the 10,000 things that populate our world. They start from nothing, from everything. From possibility, from formlessness. From water.

From the Compilation Project: Oral Tradition of the First Peoples


August, 2023

Shoreham, Victoria, Australia


Have you ever had something happen that was really extraordinary, but at first it doesn’t register? You know, that moment everything is fine despite the fact it isn't, before the freak out sets in? Yeah, that happened to me. I had one last moment when my crazy world was my version of normal before it all went to hell in a hand-basket.


“Uh-huh.” I make the noncommittal noise of encouragement into my mobile. My best mate Marlowe is relating how she quit her latest job as a platypus conservationist. She really doesn’t need to work—I’ve given her enough money—but it’s the “normal” thing to do. 

“I mean, just because he’s a stubby short of a six pack doesn’t mean I can’t tell him he’s as useful as a third armpit,” she gripes about her former boss. 

I apply another layer of SuperNova Metallic Gold to my toenails, extra careful because my fingernails are still drying. It’s my tradition to do my own nails when I’m finally home; something that helps me de-stress. 

“Like really, I need certification to operate a chainsaw? A 'Level One' requirement?  It’s not like I’m carving statues for the buggers!  


I don’t even want to know what she was supposed to be doing with a chainsaw. I try to pull my ear away from her increasing volume while still keeping the phone nestled against my shoulders, which is no easy feat. 


There's always some hiccup going off tour and coming home. This time, it’s missing earbuds, but that’s a small price to pay to be back home, alone, in peace and quiet.


She screeches some more, and as much as the sound grates, inwardly I also love it. I’ve known Mar since we were kids, and she grounds me like no other. Right now she is letting me live vicariously through her, and I soak up everything: Mar’s attitude, the mannerisms in her speech, and all the everyday events. Between her and the trivial act of leisurely doing my nails, I am already starting to feel restored. 


The calming peach and beige color palette to my room also help. I’ve filled my bedroom with rich and dainty textures and elegant fixtures. Golden afternoon light spills through my wall of windows, catching the glitter on my newly adorned fingernails.  


There’s something just so inherently captivating about sparkle and shine. It’s like hope and dreams and magic made real, with maybe a pinch of innocence and fun, too. I notice one of the pendants from my crystal chandelier has captured a ray of sun and coaxed a rainbow out of it.  This is why it’s so good to be home: my best friend, sparkles, rainbows and a bit of quiet to enjoy it all.


The non-stop touring whirlwind just drains the soul out of me. Well, this business does that too. My agent says it’s good I’ve got a ‘no holds barred’ demeanor. I tend to call it like I see it and stick up for myself and I guess that keeps people from taking advantage. She also admires my easy-going Aussie attitude. I’ve learned to roll with the punches.  


I swipe the bangs out of my face with the back of my hand, concentrating on my second to last toe, almost done. My drying fingers are splayed as I work, which oddly makes me feel like some evil villain in a superhero movie.  As if villains don’t know how to use their hands properly.  Or they use them excessively.  You don’t see the good guys drumming their fingers or steepling their hands while plotting world domination.


Come to think of it, they probably wouldn’t have metallic gold nails, either.  Only superstars do that. Like me.  My last three records went triple platinum.  It’s been absolutely insane, not helped by the fact that I’m 21 and I’ve been completely on my own for the last five years.


“Why did you even take that job?” I ask.  Much as she speaks her mind, she is a people person, and I never saw the conservation schtick jiving with her.  


“I didn’t know weeding and the like was how one saved platypuses.” She pauses. “Platypusi?”


“That sounds borderline offensive. How do you not know by now?”


She doesn’t respond and I figure she’s googling on her phone.  I contort around on my crushed velvet rose colored bedspread, trying to get to my pinky toe.


“Platypodes?” Mar says, but her voice sounds like it’s coming through water.  Probably since I’m drowning her out, her voice in slow-mo as I become hyper acutely focused on the nail polish bottle.


Because my phone just slipped off my shoulder and knocked it over.


You see, I have this thing about stains.  I despise them.  Oil stains from food on paper, that’s a pet peeve.  Nail polish on bedspread—epic catastrophe.  


I grab for the bottle, reflexes on automatic, and then there’s a moment of relief.  Like when things just sync up, you get the luck of the draw, and it all turns out okay.


I’d say that lasted just about 67 hundredths of a second.


The good news:  I was wrong about the nail polish.  The phone didn’t knock it over and spill it.


The bad news:  There is a phone hovering mid-air.  It’s defying the laws of physics and hanging suspended, the phone just gracing the nail polish bottle which is now also frozen and off-kilter.


I stare at it, disbelieving.  My phone and my nail polish are literally levitating.  I stare, as if my sharp vision can remind the inanimate objects of the way the world works.  Or as if wide eyes are the reset button to faulty brain wiring.  But it doesn’t work.  Each second that passes under my death stare just confirms the impossible.


Holy. Shit.

★★★★★  I really felt like I knew the characters personally.

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