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I always felt like I could do something more than just read. Finally, I have found both a creative outlet and a chance to do something meaningful with my reading. This blog was created in appreciation of and tribute to all of the authors who have brought me joy through their books. These reviews are my way of giving back to authors and providing recognition for the hard work that each one completes every day!

Monday, December 17, 2012

Promo 2 with author Jeffe Kennedy

Promo 2 with author Jeffe Kennedy
Hello My Lovelies! As promised, here is the second post with author Jeffe Kennedy. I will be telling you about another book that sounds very interesting. I haven’t read Ms. Kennedy before, but that has never stopped me from sharing about books with you before. The first book was an EC Quickie. I have read several Quickies with pretty good success so I lay good odds that it would be an enjoyable read. You may notice that this book is the second in the Blood Currency Series. While this book is not part of the Quickie Series like book 1 is, it is part of the Twilight series. Not exactly sure why things worked out that way, but I wanted to take a second to clarify for you all. Now that you are all on the same page, please allow me to introduce to you once again:

**JEFFE  KENNEDY**

**BIO**
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.
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.
You can find out more about Ms. Kennedy in the following places:

**HUNTING  THE  SIREN**
** Book Two in the Blood Currency Series**
Publisher: Ellora's Cave
Date Published: August 31, 2012
ASIN: B0095VGRDE

**BLURB**
A vampire queen grown powerful with age, Imogen has protected her band of nightriders through the centuries. When refugee vampires from earthquake- shattered Europe seek shelter and sustenance, she’s honor-bound to feed them, by any means necessary. When her lieutenants dump the vengeful human man Kasar at her feet, Imogen succumbs to his masculine vitality and her overwhelming hunger for his blood—and his body.
Kasar has survived the breaking of the world, only to discover the vampire queen has slaughtered his sister and her unborn child. With the last of his bloodline dead, only his desire for vengeance keeps Kasar alive. He imagines he can pretend to succumb to Imogen’s seduction—not that he has much of a choice, chained as he is to the foot of her bed—and bide his time until he has an opportunity to kill her. The passion he finds in her arms is unexpected, and impossible to resist. But this haven of desire and satiation could easily destroy them both.
Buy Links:
Ellora’s Cave               AllRomance eBooks

**EXCERPT**
Shock flashed across the vampire queen’s face. At least, that’s what it looked like, from Kasar’s peripheral vision. Perhaps a flash of something else. A bit of a wound there, like the death pain in that little goat’s eyes.
An absurd thought, since this woman—this vampire—was clearly all lithe predator, with nothing fragile in her.
Had he remembered her as beautiful? Now she seared him, all fire and skin, lounging on her throne, that extraordinary cape of hair spilling over the sides of it. A laced-up black leather vest left her tan, lean arms bare and pushed up the tempting upper curves of her breasts. The lovely line of her throat led to a pointed chin and full lips worthy of prima donna at the Bolshoi.
Dragging his eyes down from the memory of her compelling golden gaze, he tried to focus on her feet. The leather boots hugged her ankles and calves, showing every curve, then revealed her naked thighs. The short skirt she wore rode high, nearly revealing the shadowed recesses of her sex. Even as she toyed with him, he found himself looking again and yet again, hoping she’d spread her legs just a bit more.
When she’d lifted his chin with the toe of her boot, he hadn’t resisted, taking the opportunity to see another inch or two. He was lost.
“It seems, my lovely human man, that your plans are for naught.” Her rich voice poured over him. He couldn’t quite pin the accent. She had an almost European turn of phrase, but that cinnamon-gold skin looked as if she was born to the Steppes. “Now I have captured you.”
“Then kill me,” he told her for a second time. Truly he’d been surprised to wake up, not to be dead already, along with everyone else. His survival was a mistake. Soon to be rectified. “Drink me dry and have done.”
She turned the keriss in her hands, the precious blade catching the firelight, even sullied with blood.
“I don’t think so.”
“Shall I send him to join the—”
The queen cut off the big vampire with a flick of glossy red nails.
“No, Sandahr. I believe I shall keep this one for a bit.”
A murmur of surprise ran through the yurt.
The big vampire stepped forward, knelt down, close enough to Kasar for his cloak to brush his shoulder, and took her hand. This was the one who had pulled M√©lanie off him. Seven feet tall, Kasar guessed, and yet he prostrated himself to this petite woman, leaning his forehead on her hand.
“My Queen—you’ll take him for your pet?” The vampire’s voice trembled with emotion.
She brushed a hand over the vampire’s shining thick braid of hair. “This pleases you, Sandahr?”
“You know it does, my Queen.” Sandahr stared up at her in fervent adoration. “I had been afraid that—”
“Shh.” The queen laid a crimson nail on the vampire’s lips. “We will talk later. Meanwhile,” she raised her voice, surveying the room, “take my new pet to my yurt. Clean him up, but keep him chained. No one is to speak to him, understood?”
Anger surged in him, but Kasar also saw opportunity. He might yet have the chance to kill her. Perhaps his resistance tempted her. The best hunters could rarely resist the trophy of the most elusive prey.
“I will not belong to you.”
“But you already do, my— What is your name?”
“Isn’t it customary to rename a new pet?” he taunted her.
“True.” She leaned over, her hair following in a silky slide, and cupped his face in her hands. “What shall I call you, my sweet kitty cat with such sharp tiny claws? I think…Lapushka. My little paw. We’ll just see if you can scratch me.”
Her breath feathered over his cheek, her proximity blocking the light. He closed his eyes and took a steadying breath. Instead of flowery perfume, or the chemically calculated musks modern women had worn, she smelled of leather and horses, and the salt of blood as she exhaled.
His cock, already hard for her, throbbed. The terror of imminent death, rage at his easy capture, the desperate hope that he might yet have the opportunity to succeed in his revenge—all of it faded at the hot brush of those lush lips against his cheek.
“What thoughts stir you so, Lapushka?” Her whiskey voice murmured in his ear and her nails scraped lightly down his chest. “I hear your heart pounding and smell your lust. Perhaps being mine sounds not so awful to you, hmm?”
Her tongue flicked into his ear, catlike, and he clenched down on the moan of raging desire. Her pleased chuckle rolled over him.
“Oh yes. I shall have fun breaking you to ride, my fine stallion.”

So what do you think? Holy wow – this one has potential, Yo! Definitely in my TBR list! *nods* I would very much like to get your feedback. Have you read Ms. Kennedy before? What about this book? Are you likely to read it? Why or why not? Talk to me. Your input is valuable to me and it tells me more about what types of books you want to hear about.
If you enjoyed getting to know a bit about Ms. Kennedy and her book(s), please support her and buy a copy for yourself. I hope that you enjoyed your time spent here today. Thanks so much for stopping by. And until next time …
HAPPY READING!!!



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