Vice
Fireborn Wolves, Book One
Genevieve Jack
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Publisher: Carpe Luna Publishing
Date of Publication: 9/13/2016
ISBN: 978-1-940675-25-1
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Word Count: 65000
Cover Artist: Steven Novak
Book Description:
Some cravings can’t be denied.
Werewolf Laina Flynn longs to break from the patriarchal expectations of Fireborn pack. A successful entrepreneur, she doesn’t have time to be bossed around by her alpha brother, Silas, let alone to act as a proper werewolf princess.
But when a wolf is found murdered on Fireborn shifting grounds, Laina will do anything to protect her pack, even if it means posing as a waitress at a club that flies in the face of her feminist ideals. Unfortunately, her inner wolf marks the club’s owner, Kyle “The King” Kingsley, as her vice—her metaphysical addiction. He becomes a hunger she can’t ignore…one that could threaten her life, her family, and her pack.
Excerpt
A camera crew had gathered in the foyer, a girl with a shield-sized reflective disc jogging up the grand staircase as if she were late for a meeting.
“What’s going on?” Jason asked from behind her.
“There’s a camera crew. They must be interviewing Kyle about the shooting yesterday,” she said.
A man with a fistful of cables paused, having overheard her comment and shook his head. “Nothing that exciting. Just a routine photo shoot for the magazine. Do you want to come up and watch?”
She exchanged glances with Jason. “After you,” her brother said warily. She followed the photographer up the stairs, navigating cords and a crowd of assistants and bystanders gathered in the hall outside Kyle’s room.
“Maybe we shouldn’t,” Jason said, grabbing her arm. His expression confused her. Embarrassment? Yes. That was it. But not for himself. Jason was embarrassed for her. But why? She shrugged off his hand.
The two workers in front of her parted, and she turned her head to look straight into Kyle’s room. Her breath caught in her throat and ice water poured into her veins. Kyle lay in the middle of the bed, his head resting in a nest of his fingers. A rail thin redhead with creamy skin curled against his right side, her perky rose-colored areolas staring over his chest. A platinum blonde, tucked into his other side, had her back to Laina, while a brunette with a complexion the color of a weak latte, kneeled in front of him, straddling his legs.
“Lower your face to his lap, Bailey. I need to be able to see Kyle’s face over the top of your head,” the photographer said. Wesley. He squinted into the camera viewer as the brunette spread her knees and lowered her chin toward Kyle’s crotch. The sound of the shutter clicking preceded Wesley saying, “That’s it. That’s it. You look beautiful.”
Laina took a step back and crashed into a girl with a nightmarish tray full of sexual props—dildos, floggers, a leather dog collar.
“Hey!” the girl yelled.
Kyle’s eyes caught hers in the doorway.
“Excuse me,” Laina said, navigating around the girl. Jason was right behind her, trying to calm her with a flurry of words she couldn’t hear through the pounding in her head.
“Wait!” Kyle called.
“Kyle, we don’t have the shot!”
A camera crew had gathered in the foyer, a girl with a shield-sized reflective disc jogging up the grand staircase as if she were late for a meeting.
“What’s going on?” Jason asked from behind her.
“There’s a camera crew. They must be interviewing Kyle about the shooting yesterday,” she said.
A man with a fistful of cables paused, having overheard her comment and shook his head. “Nothing that exciting. Just a routine photo shoot for the magazine. Do you want to come up and watch?”
She exchanged glances with Jason. “After you,” her brother said warily. She followed the photographer up the stairs, navigating cords and a crowd of assistants and bystanders gathered in the hall outside Kyle’s room.
“Maybe we shouldn’t,” Jason said, grabbing her arm. His expression confused her. Embarrassment? Yes. That was it. But not for himself. Jason was embarrassed for her. But why? She shrugged off his hand.
The two workers in front of her parted, and she turned her head to look straight into Kyle’s room. Her breath caught in her throat and ice water poured into her veins. Kyle lay in the middle of the bed, his head resting in a nest of his fingers. A rail thin redhead with creamy skin curled against his right side, her perky rose-colored areolas staring over his chest. A platinum blonde, tucked into his other side, had her back to Laina, while a brunette with a complexion the color of a weak latte, kneeled in front of him, straddling his legs.
“Lower your face to his lap, Bailey. I need to be able to see Kyle’s face over the top of your head,” the photographer said. Wesley. He squinted into the camera viewer as the brunette spread her knees and lowered her chin toward Kyle’s crotch. The sound of the shutter clicking preceded Wesley saying, “That’s it. That’s it. You look beautiful.”
Laina took a step back and crashed into a girl with a nightmarish tray full of sexual props—dildos, floggers, a leather dog collar.
“Hey!” the girl yelled.
Kyle’s eyes caught hers in the doorway.
“Excuse me,” Laina said, navigating around the girl. Jason was right behind her, trying to calm her with a flurry of words she couldn’t hear through the pounding in her head.
“Wait!” Kyle called.
“Kyle, we don’t have the shot!”
Author Bio
Genevieve Jack is a registered nurse turned author of weird, witty, and wicked-hot paranormal romance. Coffee and wine are her biofuel: the love lives of vampires, shifters, and witches her favorite topic of conversation. She harbors a passion for old cemeteries and ghost tours thanks to her years at a high school rumored to be haunted. Although she calls the Midwest home, her heart belongs to the beaches of the southeast, where she spends her days with her laptop and one lazy dog.
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Interview
Please welcome Vice author Genevieve Jack to Diane’s Book Blog.
What is your favorite part of the story, Vice, Fireborn Wolves Book 1?
There’s a scene near the beginning of the book where Laina arrives at her animal hospital and finds that the murderer has already been there. Her bare feet stick to the blood on the floor, her office is a wreck, and there is a dark surprise waiting for her on her operating table. While I loved all of the romantic parts of this book, for some reason I particularly loved writing that scene. Maybe because I’m a total wuss and would have never been brave enough to do what Laina does.
How long did it take you to write Vice?
About three months.
If you were stranded on a desert island which of your characters do you want by your side?
Laina would be my choice of companion. With her medical knowledge, she could fix any injuries we might encounter. Plus, her brother is an overprotective detective, so it wouldn’t be long before we were rescued.
If you could be best friends with one of your characters, who would it be?
Grateful Knight. She’s an irreverent witch who loves wine and Poptarts. That’s a buddy a girl can count on.
What inspired you to write your first book?
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Back in 2010, I had a dream— a terrifying, life-changing dream. At the time, I was an LPN in my last year of nursing school to become an RN, and my classwork was intense. I studied while I ate, read on the elliptical machine, and generally did nothing but live and breath nursing 24/7.
In my dream, a nurse I'd never met in real life answered a late-night call from an elderly woman who seemed confused and disoriented and claimed to be locked in someone's attic. When the call disconnected, the nurse saw a glowing torso of a ghost woman at the top of her stairs, a ghost woman who sounded just like the patient she'd been talking to on the phone. A ghost woman who proceeded to scare the nurse from her own home.
Years later, this stress induced nightmare would become the cornerstone scene of The Ghost and The Graveyard. As a character, Grateful was born from a compilation of young nurses I'd known and respected over the years. She's smart, she's beautiful, and, like all of us, she sometimes feels ill-equipped to be an adult.
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Who or what inspired you to be a writer?
I am the youngest child of five in a family that didn’t have a lot of extras growing up. Since both my parents worked, I’d walk to the library after school and wait there until my father got off work. (This would be illegal today, but back then nobody said a word.) Books were my babysitters. I knew from a very early age I wanted to be an author.
Who is your favorite author and what is it that really strikes you about their work?
I’m going to say Tina Fey. I love the way her comedy can be both uplifting and convicting at the same time. I can’t think of any other writer who can call attention to serious issues in a way that makes you laugh until your sides hurt.
What is your typical day like?
Get ready to be rocked by the glamorous life of a writer! I wake up. I let the dog out. After breakfast is made, I drive the kids to school. Then I exercise because writing all day gives you the metabolism and relative waistline of a hibernating groundhog. I then bang my head against my keyboard for five or more hours until it’s time to feed someone, drive someone somewhere, or volunteer for something. On Saturday mornings, I clean. I know, I know, you’re singing that Meghan Trainor song right now about wanting to be me, right? No? Honestly, it is even less glamorous than it sounds, but I feel blessed and thankful for every single day I get to do what I do and spend with my family.
How do you overcome writer’s block?
Netflix marathon.
What book are you reading now?
The Beast by JR Ward.
What do you prefer paperback, hardcover, or ebooks?
eBooks. I read on kindle, iPad, and sometimes my iPhone.
Do you have anything specific that you want to say to your readers?
You are powerful. Every time you read one of my books, magic happens. Not only are you supporting an artist, you’re supporting a family. When I go to bed at night, I thank the creator for each one of you. I hope we are together for a very long time.
Giveaway
I read that you like Tina Fey as an author. I also like her.
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