Hello everyone! It’s almost the New Year and I wanted to have a special little post. I thought this was such an interesting book that I wanted to help with a book promotion post! So lemme show you!
by Jeffe Kennedy
Covenant of Thorns Series
July 16, 2012
This is no fairy tale…
Haunted by nightmares of a black dog, sick to death of my mind-numbing career and heart-numbing fiancé, I impulsively walked out of my life—and fell into Faerie. Terrified, fascinated, I discover I possess a power I can’t control: my wishes come true. After an all-too-real attack by the animal from my dreams, I wake to find myself the captive of the seductive and ruthless fae lord Rogue. In return for my rescue, he demands an extravagant price—my firstborn child, which he intends to sire himself…
With no hope of escaping this world, I must learn to harness my magic and build a new life despite the perils—including my own inexplicable and debilitating desire for Rogue. I swear I will never submit to his demands, no matter what erotic torment he subjects me to…
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Rogue’s Pawn Excerpt
“Enough,” a male voice said.
As if I’d ceased to exist, Tinker Bell blinked her eyes and regained her lovely self, face smoothing, shining once again in sunny elegance. Reboot and resume program. She gracefully stood and glided to the tray, set the bowl precisely in the center, lifted the tray and left the room without hesitation.
Booted footsteps crossed the room toward me. Act II, scene ii. Exit Nasty Tinker Bell, Enter God-Only-Knows-What-Now. My face was sticky with whatever the brothy stuff had been, my hair wet and fouled. I stank. I hurt. I was chained to a bed in a place so completely unknown I couldn’t begin to understand it. I tried to squeeze my legs closer together, but the chains seemed at the limit of their reach. The energy of my brief triumph evaporated, allowing tears to well up again.
Oh, please, please, please, do not cry. The threatening sting worsened. I closed my eyes and one tear leaked out. He stopped next to me, surveying me.
“You’re certainly a mess.” His wry voice was rich and smooth.
My eyes snapped open to glare at him through the blur. Fifty different smart remarks flew across my tongue, most along the lines that any failures of appearance on my part could be laid on the doorstep of someone besides myself. But even the buzz of the first word on my vocal chords brought searing agony. Relieved to have a legitimate reason for the tears, I almost welcomed the searing sensation.
“No, don’t try to talk—no one needs to hear what you have to say, anyway. Not that we can help it, since you think so loudly. And you have a decision to make. We have a quandary.” He began pacing, boots echoing against stone. “No one can heal you while you’re bound in silver and we can’t release you from the silver until you have yourself under control. Which will take a considerably long time—perhaps years of training—if you’re even able to accomplish it at all.”
I thought of the birds crashing in increasing cacophony with a small shudder.
“Exactly,” he confirmed. “And yes,” he said from the window behind my head where he seemed to be gazing out, “I can hear most of your thoughts—another reason to save trying to speak aloud.”
My stomach congealed in panic. Had he heard my secret thoughts? Don’t think of them, bury them deep, deep. Think of other things…like what? Think of home, think of Isabel. Isabel, my cat—Clive hated her. What would happen to her now? How could I not have thought of her until this moment? Abandoned, wondering why I never came home for her… And my mother—she’d be frantic. How long had I been gone? They could be all dead and buried, lost to me forever. The anguish racked me.
“Shh.” The man sat on the side of my bed now, heavier than Nasty Tinker Bell. He brushed the hair back from my forehead, then placed his long fingers over my brow and, with his thumbs, rhythmically smoothed along my cheekbones, wiping away the tears that now flowed freely.
I stifled a sob. I had cried more in the past day than I had in years. The sweeping along my cheekbones soothed me, melting warmth through my skull. The rhythm became part of my breathing. Deep breaths. Smooth, easy. The awful tightness in my chest gave a little sigh and released.
“Let’s try again, shall we?” The man pulled his hands away. I could hear him brush them against his thighs. Soup, tears and blood. Yuck.
My eyes cleared enough for me to see him. Ebony-blue climbed over half his face. The winding pattern of angular spirals and toothy spikes swirled out of his black hair on the left side of his face, placing sharp fingers along his cheekbone, jaw and brow. For a moment, the tattoo-like pattern dominated everything about him. Ferocious and alien.
Once I adjusted, I could see past the lines. His face echoed Tinker Bell’s golden coloring. He could be her fraternal twin, with those same arched cheekbones. But where she was golden dawn, he was darkest night. Midnight-blue eyes, that deep blue just before all light was gone from the sky, when the stars have emerged, but you could see the black shadows of trees against the night. He shared Tinker Bell’s rose-petal mouth, but with a curious edge to it. I suppose a man’s mouth shouldn’t remind one of a flower, and there was nothing feminine about this man. Where she wore the pink sugar roses of debutantes and bridal showers, his lips made me think of the blooms of late summer, the sharp-ruffled dianthus, edges darkening to blood in the heat. His bone structure was broader than hers but still seemed somehow differently proportioned, his arms hanging a bit too long from shoulders not quite balanced to his height. Inky hair pulled back from his face fell in a tail down his back. One strand had escaped to fall over his shoulder and I could see a blue shimmer in its silk sheen.
He arched his left eyebrow, blueness in the elegant arch, repeating the deep shades of the fanged lines around it.
“Shall we?” he repeated.
I stared at him. What was the question?
Sorry about that guys, I was almost finished with reading the novel and I was about 65% done when my post went up. Oops! LOL but I’ve remedied that now I just finished so now I can replace my “stand-in” letters with words for my review. So, this a really interesting story. You have a college professor with a PhD and scientist, who almost literally falls into Faerie. HA! It’s almost ironic when things begin to unravel, the ish hits the fan and things get crazy.
I like Jennifer as the main character. She is smart, sassy, strong willed, and is willing to fight for her survival. At some points in the story, I feel sorry for her. Other points, I’m trying to not to strangle her and then most of the time I want to cheer her on!! She is in a complicated position as she is now owned by a man in Faery who isn’t such a nice tinker bell sorta fairy. And to make it worse, he wants nothing more than to break her spirit so she will do his bidding blindly.
The world building of this story is probably my favorite part. The way things were created made the story so cool. It’s an interesting concept with a pretty unique plot line, and though there were some parts I was disappointed in, there were a lot of parts I really liked. It’s such a fun way to begin a series and I have some good objectives that the next book will be better and even more if a thrill ride.
I don’t think I can completely characterize this story as romance, as it’s not really romance-y but it’s definitely in the urban fantasy chats gory. And even though there are some gruff scenes and darker moments, I still enjoyed the ride. I really do look forward to book two! And if you’re in for a ride and a transporting to a whole new world, I will definitely recommend this one for you!! 4 PAWS from me! I can’t wait for book two!
First, tell me a little about your book and why you wanted to write this particular story….
Rogue’s Pawn is about a scientist who accidentally falls into Faerie. Once there, she discovers that she’s a sorceress—everything she wishes comes true—and she gets herself into trouble immediately. She ends up owning her life to a fae noble, Rogue, who demands that she bear his child in payment.
I’ve always loved the “transported to another world” stories and wanted to write one of my own. Also, I’d dreamed some of the scenes from this book and they haunted me.
I will say I LOVE those type of stories, too, so I’m extra glad you wrote one! Do you recall how your interest in writing originated or did you always just know?
Well, I was always a reader—one of those people who define different points in my life by what I was reading then. But, while I always knew I could write with decent skill, and indulged in really terrible poetry as an angsty teen, I never thought about being a writer for a living. I was going to be a vet, then a doctor, then a scientist. It was only later, after I figured out that I didn’t really enjoy being a scientist that I realized that being a writer would be my perfect career.
Well, I’m in the vet world, so I say I love you anyways! And I definitely think you’ve found something you’re pretty wonderful at! What inspired you to write your first book and what was it?
Amusingly, Rogue’s Pawn was the first novel I wrote. It just took a lot of time and revisions before I sold it. I woke up one rainy weekend morning from a dream about my heroine and sat down and started writing.
Lawd, I wish I could do that! Are experiences based on someone you know, or events in your own life?
Gwynn, the heroine, is really my alter ego. But she’s the one who got to go to Faerie. I have to live vicariously through her.
I love that! An alter ego I would love to live vicariously through her too! How do you chose when/which characters die in your books?
I never feel like I get to choose what happens—the story chooses and I obey.
Are there any new authors that have grasped your interest?
I’ve recently started reading Anne Calhoun and Maria V. Snyder—both new to me and really excellent storytellers.
Who do you look up to as a writer?
Anne Patchett—I don’t care what the book’s about, she’s that good of a writer, that I’ll read anything of hers. Margaret Atwood for writing Cat’s Eye, A.S. Byatt for writing Possession, Neil Gaiman for American Gods, Jacqueline Carey for her Kushiel series, Nora Roberts for her amazing career.
If you had to do it all over again, would you change anything in your book?
Yes—but only because I just finished the sequel and I boxed myself into a couple of corners in the first book. Also, I say in Rogue’s Pawn that Rogue’s heart beat is a 3/3 rhythm and I’ve since discovered there’s really no such thing and I should have said 3/4 rhythm. Eep. But hey, Gwynn’s no more a musician than I am—what does she know?
HA!! I really don’t think there is a such thing as “no such thing”. When you’re a writer, you can make it into anything you want it to be, but I do understand exactly what you are saying What book are you reading now? Or what genre? My followers love author’s opinions!
I’m reading A Galactic Holiday – a collection of three sci fi romance holiday stories, by Stacy Gail, Anna Hackett and Sasha Summers. Very fun! And, because I’m never reading only one thing, I’m also reading Some Kind of Fairy Tale by Graham Joyce, which is very good, but kind of sad.
Who designed the cover? And do you help with them?
Oh, no—the amazing team at Carina Press and Harlequin did that. But it sure is full of the pretty!
Yes, it is definitely full of pretty! Are there any books you think some of us should read, just because?
I think if you’re interested in writers and what their lives and friendships are like, read Autobiography of a Face by Lucy Grealy and then read Truth and Beauty by Ann Patchett. Both are nonfiction memoirs and fast reads. I often suggest people read those two, in that order, to understand Lucy and then Ann’s friendship with her.
How fascinating! I will definitely look into those! Thank you so much for stopping by and for interviewing with me!
About the Author:
Jeffe Kennedy took the crooked road to writing, stopping off at neurobiology, religious studies and environmental consulting before her creative writing began appearing in places like Redbook, Puerto del Sol, Wyoming Wildlife, Under the Sun and Aeon. An erotic novella, Petals and Thorns, came out under her pen name of Jennifer Paris in 2010, heralding yet another branch of her path, into erotica and romantic fantasy fiction. Since then, an erotic short, Feeding the Vampire, and another erotic novella, Sapphire, have hit the shelves.
Her contemporary fantasy novel, Rogue’s Pawn, book one in A Covenant of Thorns, will be published in July, 2012. Jeffe lives in Santa Fe, with two Maine coon cats, a border collie, plentiful free-range lizards and frequently serves as a guinea pig for an acupuncturist-in-training.
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Thanks everyone for dropping in today! I hope your holiday seasons are going great! I promise I am now feeling much better and life is slowly getting back to normal. I wish you all happy reading and Later gators!