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Deadly Destinations visits San Francisco, the setting for the erotic romance Inked Magic World. Inked Destiny is the second novel in this world following Inked Magic and was recently released on July 2, 2013 from Berkley/Penguin. Want to know our thoughts on the first book in this series? Read our review for Inked Magic here.
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Hi everyone, if you’ve been allowed access to this blog then you’re in the know that supernatural beings exist and live among us. This is J. Strong, doing a segment for Deadly Destinations.
Today I’m in San Francisco, checking out the sights where events are heating up and getting dangerous as chronicled in Inked Magic and Inked Destiny. For those who don’t know, this is territory claimed by Elves, and we’re not talking about the kind who show up in cookie commercials. We’re talking beautiful and deadly.
This is Lord Eamon’s turf. Think tall, blond, mouth-wateringly gorgeous. And the same can be applied to our tour guide. I’m with Rhys, Lord Eamon’s second in command. Same general appearance (and this is with the glamour turned off, so he appears 100% human), and I’ll admit it, that red sun dangling from his ear just makes me want to put my mouth on it (and other parts).
Anyway…onward, before I embarrass myself. First stop, Aesirs, where a limousine has pulled to the curb and spit out men in suits and women glittering with jewelry.
JS: Wow, what is this place? (because let me tell you, it screams money, power, and privilege)
Rhys: This is Aesirs, where Lord Eamon conducts business. As you can see, humans are allowed here, at least on the lower floor where food is served, and those who might become important to us are cultivated. This is the place where Eamon first encountered Etaín, in the company of Cathal Dunne. My lord is unique, in that rather than have Cathal killed, or given cause to end his pursuit of Etaín, Eamon allowed the relationship to develop.
Rhys and I walk instead of going inside, which is probably a good thing since I’m dressed in shorts and a tank top. He halts in front of Stylin’ Ink. Now this is my kind of place, a tattoo parlor. Through the plate-glass window I see a heavily pierced man, a guy in drag, and a black artist who could probably pass himself off as an NFL player.
JS: So this is where Etaín tattoos?
The expression on Rhys’s face can only be described as grim.
Rhys: Her ink should never be applied to humans, or at least to those who aren’t bound to us. She’s seidic.
Rhys: Soul seer. Mind thief. Gift thief.
Tell you the truth, I can’t help shuddering.
A car pulls up next to us. One glance at the driver—black, his hair worn in a multitude of long braids, stunning—and I know he’s an Elf.
Rhys opens the door. We get in. His introduction, “This is Liam, my lord’s assassin.”
I shudder again. Like I said, these aren’t cookie-bag Elves.
Next stop, a million dollar-plus Victorian set high on a hill in Presidio Heights. Rhys’s expression turns grim again, but then the place looks like it’s been fire-bombed, which is close enough to the truth.
JS: This is Cathal Dunne’s place?
We drive on, to a house worth several times more than Cathal’s, this one in Pacific Heights. If you’re not familiar with San Francisco, think money, big money. Views of the bay, including Alcatraz. This is where several embassies are located.
A guy steps outside, as if the street has cameras monitoring anyone who comes near, and I know I’m in front of Niall Dunne’s house. The guy has ex-soldier, or mob soldier written all over him.
JS: So Niall Dunne’s still a threat?
Rhys: Yes. He’d kill Etaín in a heartbeat if he felt it necessary.
JS: I thought he was big on family.
Rhys: Family is everything to him, but it’s enfolded in codes of loyalty and silence. Etaín will never be completely safe from him, or his brother, not while they’re alive.
We drive on. A short distance and we slow in front of an estate, not just a house. This home trumps Niall Dunne’s multiple millions over.
Rhys: This is where Lord Eamon lives.
From there we head across the Bay Bridge and enter a rough part of Oakland, and a place that’s often in the news for yet another murder going down. Liam pauses in front of a biker bar, and call me a chicken, but I have no desire to get out and go in.
Rhys: Etaín unfortunately has dealings with one of the men here. But then, rather than extricate herself from the human world as she should, she insists on remaining involved in it.
Liam chimes in. “It’s an unfortunate habit of hers.”
Rhys laughs at that, then says, “But one you’re glad for. You may yet get to be of service.”
“You’re talking about killing someone,” I say.
Liam turns and looks at me. My mouth goes instantly dry.
He smiles, a flash of white, ruthless rather than jovial. “Tell your readers, involve themselves in our affairs at the risk of death.”
And I’m still thinking about that smile hours later, when I leave the area, because somehow, I know I’ll come back to this deadly destination.
Jory Strong has been writing since childhood and has never outgrown being a daydreamer. When she’s not hunched over the computer, lost in the muse and conjuring up new heroes and heroines, she can usually be found reading, riding horses, or walking dogs. She has won numerous awards for her writing. Jory lives in California with her husband and a menagerie of pets.
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Available July 2, 2013 from Berkley/Penguin
About this Book:
The righting of an ancient wrong. A future foretold. The bands tattooed around her wrists are laced with a dragon’s green and more, destiny preordained…
Mind Thief. Gift Thief. Feared for an ability to seize another’s thoughts and powers with a touch, San Francisco tattoo artist Etaín is such an elf—and the time has come for her to learn it.
Close to the transformation and about to discover her place in a supernatural world, Etaín once thought intimacy and permanence were impossible. Now she’s bound to Cathal, the son of an Irish mobster. And claimed by Eamon, an Elven lord with powerful gifts of his own.
Eamon is determined to keep her safe—from others as well as herself. But a quest for justice is more than it seems, leaving their future to hinge on choice and magic. On promises made and dangerous bargains.
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