We are so pleased to have Joey W. Hill here today to talk about her Arcane Shot series. In the Company of Witches is the second installment, and will be released on May 1, 2012. Haven’t had a chance to start the series yet? Be sure to check out the recently released first book, Something About Witches. We are also featuring this title in our UF/PNR Reading Challenge 2012.
Thanks to Joey, you also have a chance to win a copy of one of her books. You can make your selection choice by going here. As always, details are listed at the end of the post. Make sure you follow the rules to be entered into the contest!
Joey W. Hill writes contemporary and paranormal erotic romance. Her characters include everything from vampires, mermaids, witches and angels, to boardroom executives, cops and simple housemaids. With four series and almost thirty titles available, she was nominated in both 2009 and 2010 for a Career Achievement award in Erotica by Romantic Times.
Though much of her work is BDSM, she has built her reputation on award-winning romances with absorbing characters who not only attract fans of the genre, but readers who would “never” read BDSM romance. “Whatever genre you’re writing, if the characters are compelling and sympathetic, the readers are going to want to see what happens to them. It can be the coolest storyline ever, but if the reader could care less whether the hero or heroine survive (in fact, in some cases they may be rooting for their destruction just so they can be done with the darn thing), then it’s not a story worth reading.”
Bringing characters together who have numerous emotional obstacles standing in their way, watching them reach a soul-deep understanding of one another through the expression of their darkest sexual needs, and then growing from that understanding into love –that’s the connection Joey seeks to accomplish in every story. She invites you to join them on that journey.
Free excerpts from all her works are available here.
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Swords, Spells, Cowboy Boots and Freddy Krueger
“She’s fourteen years old, going on forty.” That was my psychiatrist’s official diagnosis of my dysfunctional state when I was a teen. My reaction? Delight, because I adored the stage play Camelot, and I assumed it meant I was like Merlin, “youthening” as I aged. LOL Obviously, I loved fantasy from an early age. Way before then, I had read stories of Arthur’s Knights of the Round Table, the Chronicles of Narnia, Lloyd Alexander’s Taran Wanderer series, etc. However, it was when I discovered Mercedes Lackey and Ellen Guon’s Elves of L.A. (the Bedlam Bard series) that something really clicked. What an incredible idea – put together our modern steel and brick world with the fantasy world, and give it a gritty, sexy edge with romance and danger. Who knew a couple decades later they’d be calling that “urban fantasy” or “paranormal romance”?
The appeal of bringing together the modern with the fantasy was rooted in the same thing I learned in my early steps as a writer. A reader needs to be able to relate to at least one character. That’s why often an invincible superhero has a much more vulnerable “like us” sidekick or love interest. We have to be able to see the superhero through familiar eyes. The Elves of L.A. had the fantastic creatures we love, with the expected magical powers, but they stepped into our world, with all its familiar trappings—cars, indoor plumbing, pizza and rock music.
With my reaction to this story, it’s not a surprise that my first published book was a tale of an extraordinary magic-user from another world, coming to a Virginia college to find two missing priestesses. Guardian of the Continuum was my first attempt to twine a familiar emotional terrain– roommates, college dorm life and midterms–with witchcraft, magic and an urgent call to save the world from demonkind.
If we lived in a magical world and saw a dragon, we’d react to it the same way we would to a cow in a field. “Yeah, whatever. That’s a dragon.” (of course, I love cows, but that’s not the point I’m trying to make.) However, put a dragon in downtown Atlanta, scaling up the side of the Marriott Marquis, and you have something really interesting. When we read a story that puts magic in our daily lives, it indulges the secret hope of all of us childhood fantasy-lovers. Somewhere, just within our reach, that kind of magic is real. Dragons, elves, fairies, trolls… What’s even more cool, we don’t have to experience them by donning a tunic and learning to talk in grandiose dialogue devoid of contractions. Forsooth, we can stumble on a dragon while jogging in our Natural Balance shoes and listening to the latest on our Ipods.
In Something About Witches, the first book of my new Arcane Shot series, Derek and Ruby combine the best of those magical worlds with the raw edge of our familiar one. I hope you’ll enjoy this snippet enough to go check out the full Chapter One excerpt on my website. The book has received an RT BookReviews Top Pick and an All About Romance Desert Isle Keeper award!
Thanks so much for letting me ramble on with you today. :>
Background: Ruby and three of the coven members she has been instructing are under paranormal attack at a fault line they’ve been reinforcing. At the moment, they’re in a protected circle, trying to shore up their defenses to fight the smokelike creatures surrounding them.
Moving to Linda, Ruby put her hand on her shoulder to lean in, speak in her ear so the woman could hear over the din surrounding them. “I’m stepping out of the circle to push these bastards back. When I get them below the fault line, you need to be ready to seal the lid. Got it? Do you feel it? Know where it is?”
Linda nodded, a quick jerk. Ruby understood how she felt. Despite all her resolve and knowledge, she was scared, too. And what they were dealing with right now was up there with Freddy Krueger, Jason and Michael, all wrapped up into one.
She didn’t look back. Shoring up her own personal defenses, strengthening her shields, she stepped out of the circle between Christine and Linda. The black smoke swallowed her immediately.
Light energy was a formidable weapon in the hands of those who knew how to use it. In the hands of confident, advanced magic users, ones like Derek, it could turn bullets to flowers before they even left the chamber. Right now, though, Derek wasn’t here, and they needed zero to one hundred speed reaction time.
Damn it, she wasn’t supposed to be doing the fighting. Derek, next time I see you, I’m going to punch you in the mouth.
Shit, there were three of them. Outside the circle, she could feel their form and substance, the way they swirled around her, creatures of ash and fire. Soul-eaters, the carrion of the Underworld. Not so powerful, when all was said and done, but they made up for that in numbers, deception ability and their sheer bogeyman-in-the-closet fear factor. Many lower-echelon creatures of the Underworld appeared as an odd assortment of parts—horse heads, goat legs, body of a man, engorged privates, large fangs. Their sole purpose was fear, and they fed on it. They could be strengthened and sometimes even spawned by people’s fear of the dark and shadows, but once created, could not be dispelled, a self-fulfilling prophecy.
One could create the monster in one’s closet, a frightening thought.
She had the knowledge to do this, the will and the power, damn it. The soul eaters were all pumped up, sure of their victory now, because they were nearly free. But they were too eager, like rats tunneling out of holes. The opening was still too small for them and yet they were trying to squeeze free, which left their attention divided, making them more vulnerable. She had a precious few more moments, but she told herself that was all she needed.
Evil had a base smell, an ingredient that infected all its recipes. That was fine. Right now, she wanted to smell that smell, wanted to be fully aware of the shape and substance of that energy. Use her rage against it to dispel her fear.
Chanting the words, she took deep breaths, oxygenating her muscles and internal organs, preparing them for the load they were about to bear. Sensing the impending threat, the darkness closed around her, the soul-eaters trying to cook her inside the barrier of her own defenses if she let them seep in through the pores.
She didn’t. When she opened her eyes, fully focused, one was staring at her, red eyes inches from her face. Her stomach was tied in knots, but her feet were anchored in the earth.
“Boo, you son of a bitch,” she said, baring her teeth.
This giveaway is provided by Joey W. Hill
One winner can select a book of your choice. View book selection by going here.
Available on February 7, 2012 from Penguin/Berkley Sensation
About the Book:
It’s amazing what a little magic can do…
Ruby Night Divine is a gun shop owner. She’s also a witch who knows magic can fail. She’s experienced it firsthand, with full-blown tragic consequences. Smith & Wesson is a whole hell of a lot more reliable, and nothing’s as cathartic as the ability to put a few holes in the things that piss you off. Like Derek Stormwind.
A powerful sorcerer, Derek is determined to get to the bottom of why she pushed him away and ran three years before. He also needs her help. A coven needs training to help them fight a demon and his minions. While Ruby is willing to do it, she’s sure it’s just a ruse to get back in her heart—and her bed. The thing is, that’s where she wants him. Unfortunately, her bed’s already made, she’s this close to losing her soul, and she fears nothing can save her. Not Derek. Not even Smith & Wesson.
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