Stone Chameleon (An Ironhill Jinn Novel) by Jocelyn Adams – Interview/Excerpt

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Series:  Ironhill Jinn, book #1

Genre:  Urban Fantasy

Publisher:  MuseItUp Publishing

Release Date:  May 24th, 2013

Keywords:  jinn, vampires, elves, fantasy, urban fantasy, romance, romantic, mystery, suspense, humor, kelpies, elementals, paranormal.

Blurb:

When a series of unusual murders point to Lou Hudson, Ironhill’s equal rights advocate, as the primary suspect, she has but one choice: find the real perpetrator before her trial begins or face execution.

Lou, the last of the jinn, survives by hiding her abilities after the rest of the elementals fell victim to genocide. As a preternatural pest exterminator and self-proclaimed guardian of the innocent, she’s accustomed to trudging through the dregs of society. Hunting down a pesky murderer should be easy, especially with help from the dashing and mischievous local media darling.

For Lou, though, nothing is ever simple. When she discovers the killer’s identity, to reveal it would unearth her secret and go against her strict moral code, resulting in a deadly catch twenty-two.

Author Interview:

About You:

So have you ever written under another name?

I’m actually attempting to juggle three pen names at the moment.  J  I write adult mainstream fiction under Jocelyn Adams, erotica under another name, and I’m in the process of writing two young adult novels under yet another name.  My muse has a mind of his own, and he likes a little variety in our creativity.

Do you have pieces of work that you think will never see light of day?

Oh yes, at least two completed novels – one young adult PNR and one erotic, and several other half completed ones that I’ve pillaged ideas and characters from to incorporate into stronger stories elsewhere.  It’s possible I might revisit one of my earliest works, but I have so many other ideas floating around, I doubt it.

About Your Book:

Is there a message in your book that you want readers to grasp?

My message is summed up nicely in the dedication which I’ll share with you:

For those brave enough to stand between prejudice and its victims,

who see beauty in the soul instead of the skin,

and who can walk among all races, creeds, orientations,

and religions and see only friends.

What was the hardest part of writing your book?

Earnest Hemmingway said it best:  “The hardest part of writing a novel is finishing it.”  The last ten chapters are always the most complicated as that’s where the weaving together of the storylines, and setting up for the next book if applicable, come into play.  I always drag my feet on those.  So satisfying to type THE END, though, which helps me push through.

Once we finish this book and fall in love with your characters, we are going to want the next book immediately.  What can you tell your readers to help calm their hunger for more?

For those who follow my work, they already know how cruel I am to my characters, so I’ll say only this…Isaac is going to make Lou’s life hell for a while, as well as tempt her in ways she never dreamed of.

About Writing in General:

Do you have a method for creating your characters, their names and what do you think makes them believable?

My characters often create themselves.  I begin a book with a general idea of who a character is, along with a name that usually just comes to me, and then let the character lead me where they want to go.  I bring them to life by putting them in the most horrendous situations I can imagine and letting them find their way out of it.  It’s worked out well so far.  J

When was the last time you wrote something you didn’t expect to write?

Just recently actually.  I’m writing a new adult PNR, and a scene that hadn’t so much as flitted through my mind was suddenly on the paper.  It was an odd experience for me, but the scene changed everything in the book.

Miscellaneous:

What has been the toughest criticism given to you as an author? What has been the best compliment?

There are those out there who like to be mean, and I put myself out there knowing my work wouldn’t be for everyone, so I honestly don’t look too hard at the negativity in the reviews.  My beta readers put me through my paces, and those criticisms I take and learn from to make myself better.

The best compliment I’ve ever received was:  “Bless you for not writing the easy ending.  I’ve been thinking about this story for days, so bravo to you.”  That particular story was a tragedy, and I knew not everyone would enjoy the bittersweet ending, but this reader got it, felt it, took it to heart as I meant them to.  That was enough to make the story worthwhile to write.

Fun Questions:

If you could have any automobile, which would you have?

I’d totally have a Porche 911 turbo if I had the money.  Sexy, goes like hell, and it’s all wheel drive.  On yeah. *shivers*

Wrap-Ups

Okay, so everyone has had a chance to see your awesomeness. Where can they go to snag their own copy of your novel?

Thank you for stopping by my little corner of the Web. I really wish you the best of everything. But before you go…where can we follow you?

Thanks so much for the chat today, it was fun.  You can connect with me here:

Website  |  BlogFacebook  |  Twitter  |  Goodreads

Excerpt:

A flare shot over the rooftops to our left. I dove at Blake and slammed him to the pavement as another column of fire streaked toward us. The flames seared my back. The dragon bat was not a happy camper. Someone landed on my backside, crushing a grunt out of me and pounding my shoulder blade while Blake gasped beneath me.

“Bloody hell, Amun,” I said, before I realized he did it to put out the flames eating up my shirt. “Oh, I see. Thanks.”

He pulled me up, and the three of us ducked behind a car in the parking lot beside the Whip and Tickle, a vampire fetish-wear shop. The owl-sized bat swooped over us again, blasting an inferno that exploded the front window of the shop, sending studded leather and melted mannequins onto the sidewalk.

Three of the other creatures we’d hunted lay dead on other streets, the scorpion included, all by my sword when I’d been left with two options: kill or die. Twelve more were contained in three trucks. The bat remained the only unwelcome visitor in Fangtown. Other than us, of course.

“This is madness, Lou.” Amun panted beside me, his arms rising to shield his head as the bat exhaled on a Mini Cooper two cars over, the crackling and popping suggesting we should find a new hiding place.

“I agree with Mr. Bassili,” Blake said, his drawl worsening with his fright. “What the hell in a hand grenade do we do now?”

Rudy poked his almost translucent head out from behind the newspaper boxes he dove behind during the first fiery blast. The poor guy shook so badly I’d have been surprised if he could see anything. I gestured to him to stay put. “We’ve scared it, not something you want to do to a dragon bat.” A deep exhalation centered me enough to think. “I seem to recall the pecking order in a colony of bats. If we want protection from the dominants, we must present an offering of food.”

“And that helps us how?” Amun, his face blackened with soot and smeared with dirt, tilted to rest against the tire of the car, appearing as frazzled as I’d ever seen him. The sight induced a belly laugh that wouldn’t be contained.

He took on a strange expression of one eyebrow cocked and a half-grin, as if he wasn’t sure whether to be amused or offended. “What?”

I waved him off. “Nothing, I think I’m just losing my marbles.” Rising up enough to see around the car to Rudy, I shouted, “Rudy, do you have any rodents in your truck? Rats or mice?”

“No,” he hollered back, “but I can call some for you.”

I nodded. “As fast as you can.”

Flapping came from our rears. Crackling. A blast tossed the front of a car up until it crashed down on its hood, crushing a Mazda behind it.

“Move!” I shoved at Amun and tugged Blake toward the back of the fetish shop, since it was much closer than the front where flames still poured out of the broken window. Amun kicked out with a startling force against the wooden door. It took three tries, but it finally gave. My, but he was strong. We rushed inside and crouched behind a cement wall beside a set of stairs leading down.

“What do you want the rats for?” Amun asked with obvious suspicion. “Tell me you don’t want one of us to go out there and dangle something for that thing to come and snatch, probably toasting us to a golden brown in the process? Because I think I’ve grown a healthy dose of sympathy for marshmallows right about now.”

“Don’t worry, Amun. I’m going, not you. We just need to listen for Rudy to come back, if he hasn’t chickened out and run for the hills. Hopefully rats like to hang out here and aren’t snapped up for evening snacks.” There was a reason the umikan stuck to small, normal pests, other than his ability to talk to them. Although he’d deal with the scarier stuff when the need called for it, he usually didn’t have enough courage to fill a thimble.

“What?” Amun palmed his forehead. “You can’t be serious.” He gestured toward the door. “Have you been oblivious to the destruction that thing caused just in the last ten minutes? It’s pissed, and I don’t think it’s going to care about some little morsel you offer it.” His frown tugged at his features. “Why are you smiling like that?”

I shrugged, hopped up on adrenaline and enjoying the sight of the great Amun Bassili squirming. “This is what I do for a living.”

“You’re enjoying this?” Both of his eyebrows jacked up.

“Yup,” Blake said, rolling his eyes and chuckling from deep in his belly. “Weirdest broad I ever knew. Takes a bit of starch outta the ole manhood, don’t it?”

I wiped the char from my hands onto my jeans. “To do a job one takes no pride in is a travesty, in my opinion.”

At Rudy’s shout from beyond the wall, I said, “Stay here. Don’t come out until I call or you could send the bat into fits again.”

About the Author:joceadams

Jocelyn Adams grew up on a cattle farm in Lakefield and has remained a resident of Southern Ontario her entire life, most recently in Muskoka. She has worked as a computer geek, a stable hand, a secretary, and spent most of her childhood buried up to the waist in an old car or tractor engine with her mechanically inclined dad. But mostly, she’s a dreamer with a vivid imagination and a love for dark fantasy (and a closet romantic — shhh!). When she isn’t shooting her compound bow in competition or writing, she hangs out with her husband and young daughter at their little house in the woods.

 

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Posted on May 24, 2013, in Excerpt, Interview, Spotlight and tagged , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 6 Comments.

  1. Fun interview! Thanks for the spotlight on this book and for the excerpt – I love paranormal books and this sounds really different – which is something I like. How many books is Jocelyn planning in this series?

    • Hi Maria, great to meet you! I have eight books planned in the series. Book two is already written, and book three is almost half done. I hope you enjoy the story. Thanks for stopping by. Cheers!

  2. Thanks for having me over today, Harlie. This was fun.

  3. Porche 911 turbo. Sure, I’ll get you one for Christmas.

    Great post, ladies. :-)

  4. This looks fantastic! Can’t wait to read :)

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