When arch villain Momo threatens to destroy the world with The Big Zapper—a weapon of mass destruction the likes of which has never been seen before—it’s up to Alexa Manchester and her new electricity-harnessing superpowers to stop him.
With a little help from her sexy chauffeur, Sigfred Sawyer, and some exciting encounters with the mysterious and handsome Blue Arrow, soon Alexa’s love life is charged up, too. And to defeat the seemingly invincible Momo, it might just take the naturally super power of love to save the day.
Offering all the Kabam! Pow! Zap! of beloved comic book sagas with the beating heart of a love story, this over-the-top, genre-blending send-up is sure to delight superhero fans and romance readers alike.
“Readers of both comic book sagas and romance novels will find the sparks that fly between Alexa and Sigfred very electrifying indeed…” ― Library Journal
“Superhero story lovers will enjoy this fun read. The heroine is a memorable one… [and] has a delicious chemistry with her main love interest.” — RT Book Reviews
Sensuality Level: Sensual
Daco holds a B.A. and M.A.S. from The University of Alabama in Huntsville and a J.D. from the Cumberland School of Law. She is a member of the International Thriller Writers, Mystery Writers of America, Romance Writers of America, Authors Guild, Alabama Writers Forum, Florida Writers, and Alabama State Bar.
An excerpt from Electromancer:
Alexa Manchester grasped the door handle as the car sped around the last curve on the road leading to The Manchester Electric Company. In the distance, she could see the stately spires of Britannia’s metropolis, Kensington City, shining in the early twilight. Once the land of Round Table knights, romantic poets, kings and queens, and colonial rule, Britannia was now experiencing trying times. Tonight, Alexa would change all that; she would change the world.
Except she was already ten minutes late.
The company’s board of directors, along with influential denizens of Kensington City, were assembling in the central courtyard to watch her power up The Magpie generator, to which her father, Mickey, had devoted his life’s work. The Manchester Electric Company already provided most of the world’s electri cal power—for Europa, Asiana, Africana, even the Americanas across the Eastern Sea—through conventional means. Now, the revolutionary new Magpie promised to deliver an astronomical source of green energy and save the distressed planet from the energy crisis that had befallen it as a result of a decade-long drought.
“It’s a splendid time for a ceremony, madame,” Alexa’s chauffeur and butler, Sigfred Sawyer, said. He spoke the words as calmly as if they were out on a Sunday drive.
“Honestly, Sigfred. Will you ever just call me Alexa?”
“Yes, madame, as you wish.”
Alexa suppressed a smile. Despite Sigfred’s insistence on behaving like a blue-haired attendee at Downton Hotel’s high tea, he was still in his thirties. His azure blue eyes and sandy hair, cut in a military flattop, made him look like a Southside street tough turned movie actor. But his hand-tailored Italian suits and the perfect knots in his neckties—a tight double Windsor for button-down collars, an impeccable Eldredge knot for wide collars—revealed the pride he took in his occupation.
They finally turned into the circular driveway of the power plant, known locally as The Mick, in homage to her father. “I only wish my father were here to see this,” she said.
“You can rest assured that he is here with you in spirit, madame.”
Sigfred parked the car in front of the entrance that housed the executive offices. The complex was modeled after Georgian architecture and carved from Bath stone. Mani cured Bermuda grass, sculpted bushes, and trellis after trellis of roses in full bloom made the picturesque grounds into a living landscape painting. An inner courtyard with a triple-tiered marble water fountain was prominently placed at its center—because water was, of course, The Mick’s lifeblood. The rear of the building overlooked the dam.
The facility had been strategically located on the northern boundary of Kensington City, where the East and West Kensington Rivers intersected. Those rivers were sourced by underground springs and runoff water that accumulated from the top of the Mullgany Mountains. Because of this confluence of rivers and groundwater, Kensington City had been spared the severe drought that most of the world had suffered.
Sigfred turned off the car’s engine and opened Alexa’s door. The main plaza was already filled with the patrons and guests. Mayor Bobby Baumgartner, known throughout Britannia as “The Mayor,” was up on stage, glad-handing other officials and dignitaries.
“Sigfred, how late am I?”
“Fashionably late, madame.”
As soon as Alexa walked onto the stage, Bobby hurried to greet her. “Alexa, you look especially ravishing today,” he said, his eyes flashing quickly to her chest. “Your mother’s necklace?”
Her fingers lifted the platinum and diamond necklace she wore.
“Simply beautiful, though only the second most beautiful jewel on this stage tonight.” He winked and placed a hand on her elbow, the politician’s touch, but this one lingered longer than most. Then he regarded her with a devilish smile. An involuntary thrill coursed through her body, causing her to step back and break contact.