Gena Showalter - Twice as Hot

extraordinary: adj beyond what is usual, ordinary, regular or established: Belle Jamison exceptional in character, amount, extent, degree; noteworthy; remarkable: an extraordinary woman named Belle Jamison (of an official, employee, etc.) outside of or additional to the ordinary staff; having a special, often temporary task or responsibility: minister extraordinary and plenipotentiary. Superhero extraordinary Belle Jamison. [Origin: 142575; late ME extraordinarie, fr. L extraordinarius ]

Find out whats bugging your BFF Sherridan even if you have to freeze her ass to a wall. Literally! Her mood swings are worse than yours.

Buy (another) wedding dress. And for Gods sake, dont set this one on fire.

Order the wedding napkinswithout soaking them in torrents of your deadly rain (again). Remember to insist your initials go before Romes this time and maybe even call him Mr. Belle Jamison. He deserves it for continuing to call you Homicidal Tendencies Wench. You warned him!

Order the invitationsfinally! Oh, and maybe call Rome Mr. Belle Jamison on those, too. Or Cat Man.

Buy Tanner a hooker blow-up doll to help him get over his breakup with Lexis. Poor kid. Maybe let him pinch your butt.

Kick some scrim ass (its your job)! Try to make sure that be-yatch Desert Gal is first up. Shes wily, that one.

Set Romes body on firewithout actual flames this time! If you can find him, that is, the missing bastard jackass jerk.

O KAY . Heres the lowdown. My name is Belle Jamison. Im twenty-five, happy, engaged and smart depending on whowhom?youre asking. (Sadly, my teddy bear of a dad is the only one who would pipe up with an affirmative Shes brilliant! ) Im a former coffee wench (plus former bus driver, used-car salesman, factory worker, maid and a thousand other menial jobs), now employed by the mysterious and shadowy government agency known as PSI: Paranormal Studies and Investigations.

Oh, and I happen to control the four elements with my emotions. (If you ask my ultra-hot fianc, Rome, hell tell you that control is relative.) Anyway.

Before, I was an everyday, average, normal girl. Normal and wishing for more. I should have known better. Sometimes you actually get what you wish for, and the results are not what you expected. Id wanted excitement. And yeah, Id gotten it. But that excitement came with a death warrant.

See, a few months ago a crazy scientist secretly dropped a chemical into my grande mocha latte and that chemicalchanged me. Belle Jamison, average no longer. Suddenly I could shoot fireballs from my eyes, freeze an entire room with a brush of my fingertips against a wall, cause a tempestuous rainstorm with my tears and start a level-five tornado with only a thought.