Jennifer Lyon
Monday, February 9th, 2009
Review for BLOOD MAGIC

It’s week four of our five week Cyber Launch Party! This week, the prize is a box of paranormal books. The winner will be drawn from all this week’s comments and announced on the weekend.

 Sometimes, I have to get series and actually promote BLOOD MAGIC! Here’s a review I wanted to share with you all:

ByVicky Gilpin, reviewer – Fresh Fiction

Axel Locke is a witch hunter with a curse that can only be softened by sex or the blood of a witch, causing him to lose his soul and become a rogue witch hunter. Darcy MacAlister works in the family’s funeral home and has fought the stigma of being “strange” for years; her own personality has contributed to the label far more than her family’s vocation ever has.

So often, recent publications in the paranormal romance field follow such a contrived pattern that the reader could just read any formulaic romance with the main characters as different paranormal creatures each time and be just as fulfilled, or not, as the case may be. Jennifer Lyon’s BLOOD MAGIC is an excellent reminder that the field still has fresh, uncharted and exciting avenues to explore. Instead of one-dimensional characters who never get more complex than any one-line description can convey, the characters in BLOOD MAGIC are multi-layered, detailed and, most importantly, interesting.

This novel has a carefully woven backstory of intrigue and magic: a rift occurred between the “good” witches and those sworn to protect them, the hunters of “evil” witches, causing a curse to fall upon the witch hunters and leaving both sides suspicious of the other. They no longer work in harmony because the witches fear that the witch hunters are rogues, and the witch hunters fear the witches are curse-bearers. When a witch hunter’s little sister gains a Death Mark in retaliation for his father’s bad acts, he has to fight the desires of the curse and find a witch willing to help him heal her. When Darcy MacAlister is recruited…kidnapped…in order to save Axel Locke’s sister, Hannah, from the Death Mark, there is only one problem: She was adopted and has no concept about her abilities.

While trying to work together, find the truth about her origins, dissuade the curse, unearth forgotten magical teachings and stay safe from the sides trying to hurt them and their friends, Axel and Darcy must also analyze their feelings toward each other and confront the possibility that they may be pawns in some much larger game.

For a thrilling adventure sizzling with passion, intrigue and complexity, pick up BLOOD MAGIC and prepare to be absorbed by a work that far exceeds many current publications in the field.

Okay here’s my question: Do you think paranormal has become formulaic? Or do you think it’s stiff fresh and surprising?

Saturday, February 7th, 2009
Weekly Winner

It’s the end of Week Three of the five week Cyber Launch Party for BLOOD MAGIC.

And the glitter witch has chose this week’s winners!

The winner of the autographed copy of HOMICIDE IN HARDCOVER by Kate Carlisle is DRU!

The winner of the silver peace, hope and serenity bracelet is LAUREN!

 

Congratulations Dru and Lauren! Please email me your mailing addresses at email hidden; JavaScript is required

Dru,  I’m going to get your book signed on February 14th, then I’ll mail it to you.

 

It’s just over two weeks until February 24th when BLOOD MAGIC hits the shelves!

Next week the prize is a box of paranomal books.

Thursday, February 5th, 2009
Lyon’s Letter to Author

 The prize for this week is the peace, hope and serenity bracelet. As usual, I’ll randomly draw a name from this week’s comments and announce the winner on the weekend.

lioness-with-attitudeDear  Ms. Carlisle,

 

I want your book HOMICIDE IN HARDCOVER and I want it now! I want it even more after seeing your awesome book trailer!

 

So why don’t I go out and get it? I mean it’s out, it came out on Tuesday. Everyone is getting this book, everyone is talking about this book. This book has BUZZ going! People are talking about Brooklyn Wainwright, the skilled surgeon who operates on…wait for it…books! Not people, books! How cute is that?

 

But Brooklyn finds her mentor lying in a pool of his own blood, with just enough breath left to give her a cryptic message along with a priceless, and some would say haunted, book. Of course, Brooklyn is accused of murder and theft, and then…

 

Well I don’t know what happens because I haven’t read the book!

 

Do you know why? It’s all Jen Apodaca’s fault! I told her I want to read that book now, but Apodaca said, “No. We have to wait until February 14th when Kate will be signing at our local RWA chapter meeting.” (Notice how she calls you by your first name—like she knows you! She’s a name dropper!)

 

Being logical and reasonable, I said, “We can buy the book now, read it, and take it to her to sign then!”

 

“No,” Apodaca said in that stupid stern voice of hers. “We have revisions due in two weeks. We can’t read until we’re done!”

 

“But—”

 

“No. If you want to read that book, put down that apple martini and get to work! No HOMICIDE IN HARDCOVER until the revisions are done!”

 

So Ms. Carlisle, what should I do?

 

Sincerely,

Jennifer Lyon

 

Leave a comment with your suggestions and I (not Apodaca!) will draw one name to win an autographed copy of HOMICIDE IN HARDCOVER! That’s right Apodaca I’m buying TWO copies now. TWO. Not one. Next time you won’t make me wait, will you? Never make a Lyon wait, that’s all I’m saying…

Tuesday, February 3rd, 2009
Blind Date Witch

 

The prize for this week is the peace, hope and serenity bracelet. As usual, I’ll randomly draw a name from this week’s comments and announce the winner on the weekend.

 

You know you’re on a blind date with a witch if:

 

1) There’s a broom parked outside the restaurant.

 

buddies2) She turns the waiter into a frog when he asks her if Diet Pepsi is okay instead of Diet Coke.

 

3) If she insists her black cat come along and have dinner with you.

 

4) If she pulls out a bubbling cauldron and asks for one of your hairs for a little spell she’s working on.

 

5) If, while she’s talking, you answer your cell phone and it turns into a snake.

 

That’s just to get us started. What can you all come up with?

Monday, February 2nd, 2009
What’s Your Kryptonite?

The prize for this week is the peace, hope and serenity bracelet. As usual, I’ll randomly draw a name from this week’s comments and announce the winner on the weekend.

  

First, let’s talk about the grand prize necklace. It’s a custom-made piece and I’m dying to see it! But I checked on the status and they said it should ship in the next week or so. Can’t wait!

 

Now onto kryptonite. One day my husband and I were talking about how I get sick when I go under anesthesia, or sometimes from pain medication. He was commenting how I don’t generally have a weak stomach, so it’s odd. Then he said, “It’s like your kryptonite.”

 

LOL! I thought that was pretty funny.

 

In most paranormal worlds, there’s a form of kryptonite. For instance, vampires usually can’t go in the sun. In the world of my witches, their kryptonite is witch karma—any intended harm done with their powers will come back on them three times. So if they use their powers to cut someone, they will be cut three times worse.

 

This makes it pretty darn hard to defend themselves. And that’s why they need the hot and hunky Wing Slayers Hunters! But it also forces the witches to be smarter than their enemies. They can do magic, they just can’t inflict intentional harm.

 

So, my kryptonite is anesthesia.

The witch’s kryptonite is witch karma.

 

What’s yours? And hey, if you can’t think of one, make it up!

Saturday, January 31st, 2009
The Cauldren Has Brewed Up Two Winners…

The winner of the autographed book from Eve Silver is JANE! Jane email Eve at email hidden; JavaScript is required  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 email hidden; JavaScript is required with your mailing address.

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

Thursday, January 29th, 2009
Guest Blogger: Eve Silver

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

http://www.evesilver.net

 

  

Excerpt: DEMON’S HUNGER

Copyright © 2008. Eve Silver. All Rights Reserved 

 

 

“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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