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Drive-By: Guest Blogging

I had no idea this month was going to get so crazy.  I had intentions of getting a giveaway post up here (and still will before the month is over), and so much writing to do!  But tonight is not the night for either.  I’ve just finished the bi-weekly grocery shopping expedition after a super-long work week, and we won’t even get into all of that fun stuff now.

Tonight I’m really just stopping by because tomorrow, I have a fun guest blog post up here for NaNo prep.  How many of you are getting ready to write your fingers off next month for NaNo?  I haven’t done it yet–retail in November is not conducive to increased word count, but this year I think I’m dipping my toe in the pool.  I must have lost my mind, since November at work isn’t any less crazy than October has been so far, but I think it might be the only way I’m going to get close to making my writing goals for the year.  And in case you need a little inspiration, Robyn Bachar has been hosting a whole lot of guest bloggers this month in preparation for NaNo, including mine for tomorrow.  I hope you’ll check it out and let me know what you think.   And let me know if you’re getting ready to write your brains out next month!  I can use some company in the padded cell when we’re finished.

It was a very long day at work today, and I’m getting ready to go away for two days for family stuff, but I have time to get a quick blog post up, including a little bit of story to share with all of you.  This will be part of a fun paranormal romance blog hop, and I’ll include the link to the hop below, so you can check out a whole bunch of story exceprts.  But which story?  Hmm…Hunting Medusa?  Or something from Medusa #2?  I’m torn, but I think I’ll give you a little of Hunting Medusa this round.




Andi eyed the small pair of scissors in her hand. They’d do the job, but she wondered—stifling a giggle—if the Harvester could have found a smaller pair. They looked like the embroidery scissors Aunt Celosia kept in the tiny sewing box that had forever sat beside her wing chair.

As long as they were sharp enough to cut her hair. Her urge to smile vanished, and she inhaled deeply. She made the first cut and ignored the dark curls that fell onto the towel she’d laid across the sink.

Half an hour later, her hair was an inch and a half shorter, framing her face even more closely than any other time of the month. And small tufts of dark brown hair covered the towel.

Andi dumped the towel’s contents into the trash, then dropped the towel into the hamper. Her fingers trembled slightly now that the dreaded task was finished for another month.

Or maybe for the last time.



Just a little tease, I know, but that is the point of this fun little Paranormal Love Wednesdays blog hop, a bit of a tease from a lot of different stories to whet your appetite for more and, hopefully, to find you some new authors.   I hope you do find some new-to-you authors.  Let me know if you find something you love.

One more thing before I get the rest of my things together for my trip:  a writer I met at the big multi-author signing on Valentine’s Day has asked me to join her and another friend for a paranormal romance signing in October.  As soon as I have details, I will be shouting them all over the internet.  It’s very exciting to be invited to participate in signings, after I spent so many years in my previous life as a bookseller, assistant manager and event planner at Borders.


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A long time ago, in almost another life, I used to write book reviews for an online site.  I discovered so many fantastic authors that way, and many of them I still love.  One of those authors I discovered was Jennifer Lyon, with the first book in her ‘Wing Slayer Hunter’ series, Blood Magic.  Witches in hiding, the sexy, dangerous men hunting them, what’s not to like?

When I worked for seven years at Borders, I always had romance readers looking for something new, and if they were looking for paranormal romance, it’s a safe bet that I handed them that book or, if they were some of my regular readers, the latest in the series since I would have already hooked them at the beginning.  Now I am absolutely thrilled to get to share a little bit of the latest book in the series with you.  And make sure you read all the way through to the end, because there is so much awesomeness here, including an excerpt and a giveaway!

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Caged Magic Blurb

Risa Faden is a witch whose ultra-powerful shield magic is slowly breaking her mind. But when her beloved goddaughter is snatched by a demon, she’ll risk anything to rescue the baby—including lying to the handsome, intriguing stranger who has the power to help her keep her sanity, save the child…and steal her heart.

Linc Dillinger is a Wing Slayer Hunter whose sexy, rich, bad-boy charm hides a treacherous betrayal that left him emotionally scarred. As a result he risks his life to protect innocents, but is incapable of love—until he meets a beautiful witch who can save his cursed soul. Risa’s fierce courage and loyalty reaches past his barriers and he begins to believe she has the magic to free his caged heart.

But Risa’s lie explodes into dark danger that forces Linc into a hellish high-stakes gamble: He must either win the witch he loves and her godchild…or endure a loss that will destroy them all.


Now, how about a little bit of story for all of you?



The ache he’d just satisfied tingled, heat spreading at the thought of him inside her. He’d been patient, seducing her, showing her she could trust them. Time for her to do her part. They both needed to seal the bond. But she’d never forget this moment with him.

Even when he hated her later for lying.

Anxiety edged in, but Risa held on to his gaze and slid her hand over his stomach. Jeez, the ridges of his muscles entranced her. The man felt as cut as he looked.

Focus. She knew how to do this. Reaching his belt, she—

He caught her hand. “Wait.”


“You feel the bird, right?”

She nodded. The sensation of the creature winging gently around her magic almost protectively resembled being hugged from the inside.

“He’s helping you harness the magic. Let’s see if we can find your girl, now. As long as you feel him, he’ll keep you safe.”

Startled, she stared up into his eyes filled with wings. This man constantly surprised her. “Don’t you want to break your curse?”

“Fuck yes. Even more than that, I want you, want to feel you, to take our pleasure together.”

“Then…” She tried to understand. Kendall was his ace card, the one he could play to make sure she gave him that. “Why wait?”

“Because more than all that, I want you to be free to choose, Risa. Right now, you’ll choose to do this for Kendall. And God, baby, I respect the hell out of that. But it’s not what I want.”

Confusion spiraled. “What do you want?”

His gaze pierced hers. “For you to do this because you want to, not because you have to.”

Hot tears threatened, and her chest ached. Why? Dear God, why did Linc, this man who’d endured being sold by his mother, caged and used in ways that she couldn’t fathom, why did he have to be so kind to her?


I’m already in love with Linc, how about you?  Ready to track him down and take him home?  Me, too.  And you can find him in all of the following places:

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About the Author

Jennifer Lyon, who also writes as Jennifer Apodaca, lives in Southern California where she continually plots ways to convince her husband that they should get a dog. After all, they met at the dog pound, fell in love, married and had three wonderful sons. So far, however, she has failed in her doggy endeavor. She consoles herself by pouring her passion into writing books. To date, Jen has published more than fifteen books and novellas, including a fun and sexy mystery series and a variety of contemporary romances under the name Jennifer Apodaca. As Jennifer Lyon she created a dark, sizzling paranormal series, and The Plus One Chronicles, an emotionally sensual adult contemporary series. Jen’s won numerous awards and had her books translated into multiple languages, but she still hasn’t come up with a way to persuade her husband that they need a dog.


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There are 3 tour wide giveaways!

Open to US, CAN, UK

(1) grand prize $50.00 electronic gift card (Amazon or B&N)

(2) runner up winners of one $25.00 electronic gift card each (Amazon or B&N)


Enter the Giveaway HERE!


Follow the Tour

For more interviews and guest posts with Jennifer plus Caged Magic reviews & Spotlights stop by the tour every day!

The complete schedule can be found HERE!


I hope if you haven’t read any of the books in this series, you’ll want to give them a try now.  Not only am I really ready for Linc’s story, I feel the need to go back and start from the beginning of the series now.  I haven’t read some of these books in much too long.

I have been wanting to join in on this fun blog hop for ages, and finally get to do so!  The idea is that each author participating in the blog hop will post a scene tied to that Friday’s theme, so readers can follow the links to read scenes from a whole lot of different authors.  Sound like fun to you, too?

This Friday’s theme is Hot Encounters, so I’ve got a scene I love from Hunting Medusa to share with you.  I’d love to know what you think, and let me know, too, how  many other hot scenes pique your interest in this blog hop.


He’d been told all his life he was destined to hunt and kill the Medusa. The notion bothered him somewhat. It always had, knowing his family existed to appease the angry Athena by committing murder. Cutting the amulet from Andrea’s skin while she lived— well, that bothered him quite a bit more.

He needed to think about this, and he couldn’t concentrate with her attached to him.

“Time for bed.”

Her jaw dropped. “Excuse me?”

Kallan gave her a bland smile. “Time for bed.” He guided her out of the bathroom and steered her into the next doorway, flipping on the light as they went. Her bedroom.

The bed loomed large in the middle of the space, reminding him uncomfortably of being pressed up against her back in the dark kitchen.

She balked, then stumbled when he gave her arm a gentle yank. “I am not sleeping with you.”

“I’m sorry, I don’t recall asking you.” He pushed her toward the bed.

She tried to dig her feet in, but she didn’t get any traction with her boots on the hardwood and skidded into his side.

He nudged her onto the edge of the bed. “Boots.”

She stared up at him, appalled, for a long moment. “You are insane.”

One of his eyebrows shot up. “Excuse me?”

“I’m not sleeping with you.”

“You really don’t have a choice, Medusa.” He sat down and caught one of her knees, lifting her leg to untie the shoe and push it off.

She struggled against him, making him grunt when she elbowed one of the slash marks on his arm.

He wrestled her other shoe off and then dragged her onto the bed before stretching out beside her.

She sat up, tugging on her arm. She could go nowhere so it was a futile effort.

Kallan smiled at her. “It’s been a long night. Lie down.”

“I’ll kill you.”

He laughed. She never stopped. “I think that’s my job, my Medusa.”

“I’m not your Medusa. I’m not your anything. My name is Andi.”

He put his free hand behind his head and studied her for a long moment. “Andrea Rosakis. I know your name.”

“How did you find me?”

“I don’t think we’ll discuss that. But I suppose I should inquire as to whether there are any weapons in your nightstand I need to worry about tonight.”

Her look of disbelief made him sit up. He crawled over her, then straddled her and tried not to think about the position while he used his free hand to pull open the drawer. A flashlight, hefty enough to bash him in the head. He tossed it away so it clattered across the floor and landed near the closet. A tattered book. He flipped it over to look at the cover. A romance novel—the half-naked hero on the cover ravishing the slightly more dressed woman in his arms. The worst she could do with that was give him some paper cuts. Or another painful erection.

Kallan cleared his throat and dropped the book back into the drawer, where there were still some scattered papers, a pen—which he threw in the direction of the flashlight—a black satin sleep mask, and way in the back… He closed his fingers around something more substantial than the pen.

A vibrator, he discovered when he pulled it out of the drawer.

He shot her a quizzical glance and found her face averted, but not enough that he couldn’t see the hot color staining her cheeks. He glanced back at the toy, imagining her using it despite his best intentions. He could understand a woman like the Medusa having the same needs as other women. But why wouldn’t she indulge them with a flesh and blood man? She only suffered the effects of the curse for a few days each month. He flipped the tiny switch on the bottom of the vibrator, and the thing hummed to life.

Under him, she stiffened, turning her face further away.

He shut it off and dropped it back into the drawer. “Well, I don’t think I’d consider that a weapon,” he said lightly. He was suddenly aware of how close she was again, her breasts a scant inch from his belly, her thighs pressed tight between his knees. Her scent teased his nose—something with wildflowers and herbs. He sniffed. Basil, maybe. And sandalwood. Something else. He resisted the urge to lean nearer to find out what and climbed off her, ignoring his body’s protest. It had definitely been too long since he’d indulged his own needs if he couldn’t control these urges around the Medusa for even an hour.


So let me know what you think.  And then keep following the blog hop to read more great story snippets!



My shiny new cover art! isn't it pretty?

My shiny new cover art! isn’t it pretty?



Sneak Peek Sunday

I thought maybe you’d like to see a little bit of Hunting Medusa, and what better way than to play in this fun blog hop?  Six paragraphs of story…just a tease.


“I need a pair of scissors.” She didn’t know what had made her say it, but she did need them. Very badly. She knew she couldn’t trust him, and nothing he could do would change that. But she could pretend for the sake of getting the scissors.

He considered for a moment, his fingertip grazing the side of her hand. “Do you mind if I ask why?”

“I need a haircut.” Also true.

He bent nearer, his expression disbelieving. “A haircut?”

She nodded, trying to avoid his eyes.

His gaze slid to her hair, and she knew when he realized her reasoning. Awareness deepened the green of his eyes. “All right.”


I hope you check out some of the rest of the authors’ sneak peeks, too!  There are some intriguing teases!  The links are here.


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