The winner of the autographed book from Eve Silver is JANE! Jane email Eve at Eve@evesilver.net  with your mailing address. You may choose between a copy of DEMON’S HUNGER, the anthology NATURE OF THE BEAST or a copy of the historical HIS WICKED SINS.

The winner of the candle set and $15.00 Starbucks gift card is ERIKA! Erika email me at Jenniferlyonbooks@gmail.com with your mailing address.

Congratulations! Next week the prize is a silver peace, hope and serenity bracelet!

Happy Friday! I hope I embedded this video correctly! If so, Rate the Laugh!

Best laugh is 5 apple martini’s, and not funny is 1 apple martini. Watch and rate!

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If the video didn’t work–then guess how many apple martini’s Jen Lyon had while trying to figure this out!

Don’t forget to check back this weekend to see who wins this week’s prize of a candle set and $15.00 Starbucks gift card!

Today, I have another exciting guest blogger: Nationally bestselling author Eve Silver, who also writes under the name Eve Kenin, has garnered starred reviews from Publishers Weekly and Library Journal, Reviewers Choice Awards from RT BOOKreviews, and was chosen by Library Journal as one of their Best Genre Fiction 2007 picks. This is even more amazing considering her first book was published in 2005, just a few short years ago! Romantic Times designated DEMON’S HUNGER one of their Top Picks and said, “…Silver’s climb to the top is proving to be a rapid one!” I agree! I just finished Eve’s book DEMON’S HUNGER over the weekend and loved it! It’s dark, sexy and magical. Eve has generously offered to give away an autographed copy of one of her books to one lucky commenter. Welcome Eve!

 I’m often asked if I bring my life experiences to my stories. My first instinct is to say no because I haven’t experienced anything like the worlds I create in my novels. But if I think about it, then I have to backtrack a little and say yes. Sort of.

In my latest release, Demon’s Hunger, forensic anthropologist Vivien Cairn agrees to help sexy sorcerer Dain Hawkins hunt for a supernatural serial killer, only to find herself the most likely suspect.

Well, I’ve never met a sorcerer, a demon, or been part of the hunt for a serial killer, so all those aspects of the story came from the deep, dark cauldron of my imagination. But Vivien’s career as a forensic anthropologist—while not exactly familiar territory—was somewhat related to my own life experiences. I teach human anatomy, so I know a little bit about bones. Not as much as Vivien. But enough to get by. And I have to admit, I love bones. All the little bumps and grooves, the cool shapes, the way they fit together to create the framework to hang our muscles and ligaments and other soft tissues on. Sort of like hanging a coat on a hanger, LOL!

Oh, and the hero of Demon’s Hunger, Dain Hawkins, has a thing for vanilla bean tea. I was drinking a ton of that tea while I was writing the story, and it just crept in–another life experience weaving its way through the book. And while we’re on the topic of Dain…he’s a sexy, solitary, tortured mage of illusion who plays his cards close to the chest. He’s been betrayed by those he put his faith in, and has a bit of a problem with trust…and a problem with damsels in distress. He wants to save them. But this time, the damsel is the type to save herself. What’s a guy to do?

Thanks, Jennifer, for inviting me to guest blog, and thanks to all who have popped by to visit. I’m going to leave you with a short list of some of the February releases I’m looking forward to (yeah, there are a bunch more. I could go on forever, LOL!):

Blood Magic~Jennifer Lyon

A View to a Kiss~Caroline Linden

Road to Seduction~Ann Christopher

Lords of Desire~(anthology) Virginia Henley, Sally MacKenzie, Victoria Dahl, Kristi Astor

Made to be Broken~Kelley Armstrong

For a chance to win an autographed copy of one of my books, just leave a comment, a question, or a book suggestion of your own! (NOTE: Winner will be announced on the weekend.)

Happy reading!

Eve

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“This is not a good idea,” Dain rasped, but still, he held her close, the faintly citrus scent of his skin beguiling her, making her want to lean close and breathe him in until she was filled.

Deliberately, Vivien shifted her hips against his.

Catching her wrists, he dragged her hands up above her head, pinned her with the weight of his body against the frigid brick wall. He was wire-tight, in-control, and she wanted to break down that wall, free the power she felt pulsing just beneath the surface.

He looked down at her, unblinking, his features hard and beautiful, shadowed by the night.

“Please,” she whispered.

Myriad emotions chased across his features. Speculation. Bewilderment. Wariness. Lust.

He still held her wrists in his grasp, and she liked that, liked the feeling of him holding her, while at the same time she ached to drag her hands free, to shove them under his shirt, touch the heat of his skin.

Letting his weight come full against her, he moved his free hand to her nape, tipping her face to his, her mouth to his, and he kissed her. Rough. Urgent. His lips hard on her own.

She moaned, heat scorching through her, a fever, a blazing desert sun. There was no cold brick wall, no bitter wind, only Dain, the heat of him, the press of his body, a delicious, heavy weight.

Hard, demanding, his mouth moved on hers, his tongue tasting her, licking her lips, her teeth, twining with her own tongue until she thought of nothing but the lush taste of him.

The scrape of his teeth over her lower lip made her moan. Luscious, urgent pleasure. She’d never felt this way. Never wanted anything, anyone, the way she wanted Dain Hawkins, like she had a killing thirst that only he could slake.

She loved the way he tasted, the way he smelled, the crushing sensation of his body pressed to hers.

     Yanking her hands free of his grasp, she shoved them under his shirt, drew her nails along his skin. Hot. Smooth. The ridges of his abdomen—layers of lean muscle—twitched at her touch, his response making the burning current of her desire coil through her veins, setting her on fire.

She tore her mouth from his, licked the base of his throat, tasted a faint hint of salt. With a sultry laugh, she closed her teeth on skin and muscle, and was rewarded by a hiss of pleasure.

     Longing twisted in her gut, so keen, so deep.

     He groaned, slid his hands down her back to her buttocks, dragged her tighter against him, dragged his teeth along her neck. Then he took her mouth with his, claiming her, wet and rough.

Aggressive.

     She hadn’t known she would like that. But she did. Oh, God, she did.

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YOU DECIDE.

Is this guy

hot enough to be a Wing Slayer Hunter?  I snagged this picture from The Goddess Blogs, because when hot men are involved, I just can’t be trusted! So? Aye or Nay, is he hot enough? 

Don’t forget, tomorrow our guest blogger is Eve Silver, and she’s giving away a free autographed book!

I keep trying to do interviews with the heroes, but somehow I always end up losing control. I’ll give you an example of the interview I tried to do with Axel Lock, the hero of BLOOD MAGIC.

 I went to Axel’s club, Axel of Evil, to meet him for the interview. The club has a clear theme-hell on earth. There are caged fire pits, two fire-etched bars, and carvings of demons and gargoyles starting down onto the dance floors.

 Axel’s mother, Eve, meets me at the door and offers me a drink. I want to say Apple Martini, but I really need to look like a professional author. Besides, this place looks like beer on tap and hard liquor with a side of sex, not fruit flavored martinis. So I take a seat on a bar stool and say, “Water will be fine.”

 Eve pours a sweating bottle of water into a clean glass when I feel my hair stand on end. I can’t help myself, I turn around. 

Striding across the floor is a huge man, with dark just-a-shade-too-long hair and a hard cut face that frames glittering green eyes. This man commands attention. He’s wearing a green shirt over some serious muscle and jeans cupping a very fine butt. He’s moving fast, yet I can’t hear the sound of his footsteps. It makes the skin on my arms tingle.

 Uh oh, I’m tingling all over.

 Annoyed, I set my glass down and say, “Cut that pheromone stuff out.”

 Axel raises one dark brow over his incredible green eyes. Then he works a slow smile.

 The tingling increases. Damn it. Note to self: if you give the men pheromones to attract women for sex, you’re asking for trouble. I grit my teeth and say, “Knock it off.”

 ”Axel,” Eve says in her mom-voice.

 I smirk at that. Eve Locke is Axe’s mother. She’s a mortal woman, and she’s tough as nails. She does not take crap from her witch-hunter son.

 Axel moves behind the bar, fishes out an ice cold beer and opens it. “Hannah’s awake, mom.”

 Eve said, “Answer the author’s questions Axel. We can’t take any risks with Hannah.” She walks out, and I can hear her steps clearly, unlike her son.

 Axel’s eyes turn from the color of sun-warmed grass to glittering emeralds. “Hannah’s four years old.”

 I nod, knowing he’s talking about his baby sister. Axel loves his sister, everyone loves her. “It couldn’t be helped. I-”

 He set his bottle down on the acrylic bar. “You let a four-year-old kid be death cursed. She’s innocent.”

 ”You just have to trust me. If you do your part, it’ll all work out.”

 His body goes deadly still and his hand remains around the bottle of beer. With his gaze locked on me, he says, “It’d better. If Hannah dies, nothing will stop me from hunting you down.”

 He can’t do that, can he? I gnaw on my lower lip, trying to work out the paradoxes of the world I created. He has to stay in the storyline I wrote, right? He can’t break out, track me to my Lyon’s Lair and have his way with…I mean, extract his revenge? I pick up my water and drink it down. It’s hot in here! Desperate to take control of the interview, I say, “I’m giving you the tools to save her.”

 He snorts at me. “I can deal with you cursing me and the other guys. We can deal with the painful craving for witch blood. We’ve vowed to never kill an innocent earth witch. That’s all fine. But now Hannah’s been death-cursed and has less than a month to live. And your solution? I have to kidnap a witch.” He lifts his beer, finishing it off. “How the hell am I going to keep from killing her before she gets that curse off Hannah?”

 Another shiver races over my skin and deeper. “That’s what you have pheromones for. Use them.”

 ”Now?” He asks in a slow, rich voice. He starts moving around the bar toward me.

 Damn. I slide down off the bar stool and say, “I have to, uh, go. We’ll continue this interview later.”

 His dark laughter follows me. “What’s the matter, Lyon?”

 ”Shut up, Axel,” I mutter and slam out the door. He’s messing with me, I know that. I gave him a super-sized sex drive and he’s just using it to torment me.

 But I also know that Axel Locke will meet his match in Darcy MacAlister. Darcy may not know she’s a witch in the beginning of the book, but by the end of the book, she’s brings the powerful and sexy Axel to his knees.

 Ah yes, good times. Freed of the darkly sensual pheromones that were saturating the air in the club, I laugh.

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Also, on Thursday, January 29^th, Eve Silver will be guest blogging, be sure and visit on Thursday for a chance to win an autographed copy of one of Eve’s books! That winner will also be drawn on the weekend.

Now on to Jury Duty. This week, I am on call for Jury Duty. In California, that means I can be called in any day of the week I’m on call. So if I disappear for a day, that’s where I am.

Many, many years ago, my husband got out of jury duty like this:

Question: What is your wife’s occupation?

Husband: “Housewife.”

Judge: “Let the record show that the occupation is Homemaker.”

Husband: (with grin, he was just kidding around) “No, she’s a housewife.”

Judge: “Homemaker.”

Husband: “Housewife.”

Judge looked at him sternly. “You’re excused.”

Okay, this makes him sound like a jerk and he’s not. He has a twisted sense of humor and he thought this was hilarious. Now he teases me that I won’t do this and get myself out of jury duty. So I was thinking, what kind of witchy dialogue might get out of jury duty?

1) “This crystal ball? I need it. How else will I decide if the defendant is guilty or innocent?”

2) “It’s a cauldron. Haven’t you ever seen a cauldron before? I have a spell brewing and can’t leave it untended so I brought it with me. That smell? Burnt dragon’s blood and probably the moose head. But you get used to it. And I’m pretty sure it won’t explode this time.”

3) “How dare you! Salem is not a cat, he’s my familiar!”

4) “Yes, I’ve been a victim of a crime, the wicked witch tried to steal my ruby slippers!”

5) “Yes, I know many police officers. Cops are some of my best clients.” Wink wink “They really like my mojo enhancing spell.”

Okay that’s just a few of my ideas. Do you have any to add to mine? Or what line would you use to get out of jury duty?

The Witch Cat has picked two random Winners!

From the Glittering Purple Hat

 And notified the Witch’s Store….

That   SILVER   is the winner of the free copy of BEDEVILED by Maureen Child!

And that  MEL K  is the winner of the $20.00 gift card to Barnes and Noble!

Silver and Mel K please email me at Jenniferlyonbooks@gmail.com with your name and mailing address!