I'm thrilled to have Ms. Adams (one of my fav paranormal authors) visiting today as part of her RotM blog tour! I begged for a Tens List of her favorite Villians and she worked her usual snarky magic!
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Take it away Joc!
10. Roland from the Kate Daniels series by Illona Andrews. We haven’t actually met dear old dad yet, but the rumors and threat of him have been woven expertly through the series.
9. Randall Flag from The Stand by Stephen King. Badass, evil to the bone. And in the movie, could rock a pair of Levis and cowboy boots. J I love how he’s so certain of his superiority and eventually becomes aware of his flock turning against him.
8. Nikalaos from the Anita Blake series by Laurell K. Hamilton. What can be creepier and more disturbing than a psychotic child vampire more powerful than you could imagine? This one is fangs and fright in a frilled dress.
7. Pennywise from IT by Stephen King. Clowns have always creeped me out ever since I was little. If his visually hair-raising looks don’t get you, his mental-screwing will.
6. Eric Northman from the Sookie Stackhouse series by Charlaine Harris. I love a villain-turned-good guy, and Eric is a top notch one. Better, is that he’s still pretty villainous even when he’s trying to be good.
5. Adam Black from the Highlander series. Adam is a mischievous fae. Gorgeous, hot, and in a kilt. He’s stuck his devious little fingers into many other people’s lives and stirred them around. Until he came up against the woman who undid him. It was most satisfying.
4. Prince V’Lane from the Fever series by Karen Marie Moning. SPOILER ALERT. All the way through the series, I didn’t know what to think of dear V’Lane. Gorgeous, smooth-talking, sexy as hell supposedly Seelie Prince. I loved all of the twists to him, and when he turned out to be the main badass, I was utterly stunned. Well done all the way around.
3. Olaf/Otto Jeffries from the Anita Blake series by Laurell K. Hamilton. Oh, Olaf, how I love to hate thee. This hulking, grouchy, woman-hating serial rapist/murderer is entertaining to read about. It’s even more entertaining when he runs up against Anita Blake and is enamored with her work. And her body. If she’ll only kill with him, he won’t come after her. Brilliant little gem thrown into the series.
2. Jean Claude from the Anita Blake series by Laurell K. Hamilton. If I could live in any world of my choosing, it would be in Jean Claude’s world. He begins as such a treacherous little bastard, mischievous, sexy as sin, and it’s all so subtle I almost overlooked him at first. I love all of the facets to him that Hamilton adds throughout the series, so we not only see who he is now, but why and how he got that way.
1. Hannibal Lecter from Silence of the Lambs by Thomas Harris. Love me a good psychological going-over, and Hannibal did the job nicely. Everything about him from the way he smiles to what he says puts him at the top of my all-time favorite villains list.
Let's take a look at the book of the month, shall we?
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Rise of the Magi
Lila Gray #3
Paranormal / UF / Fae
In a battle of wills, who is strongest? The one who hates or the one who loves?
In a test of faith, who will fight the hardest? The one who has everything to lose or the one who believes only in herself?
For Lila Gray, the answer is both. For the Magi, the questions are pointless since they can’t lose, and they’ve been waiting since before Lila’s birth for this one moment. Lila only needs to find them to understand her entire purpose in life. This time, though, instead of protecting her people, Lila may be leading them all, including her unborn child and the man she loves, to their deaths — and not by accident.
In the ultimate trial of heart and soul, and the conclusion to the Lila Gray series, Lila will learn that the greatest weapon of war is herself, with one ultimate unknown. For which side will she fight?
Meet the Author
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 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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Excerpt – Chapter 1
I choked on the black fear unfurling in my soul, brought on by what would come, what always assaulted me the moment I slipped into unconsciousness. It was stupid to think I could run from it for a third night, but shreds of hope were all that had kept me sane. Primal, cold and so dark it blotted out my Light.
Sleep, more terrifying than anything I’d faced yet, claimed me again.
Standing on the balcony of the new fae castle, I gazed over winding rows of ancient shifter houses, each quiet and seemingly content in slumber, in a night that wasn’t dark. Dark and light all at once—a perfect balance, as if the world hadn’t yet decided which side would win, until the red clouds rolled and curled across the sky like blood spilled into water. Flames, intelligent and ravenous, spread from the east, ready to consume everything and everyone until nothing but ash remained. Heat licked at my skin, growing hotter.
Knowing it was only a dream didn’t keep sweat from pearling along my face and neck or the blue streak of profanity from escaping to color the air. Heart thundering, I gripped the railing while I stared at the coming storm, brain frozen with the puzzle I hadn’t yet solved.
What are you trying to tell me? What am I missing?
From below, shrieks invaded my ears, thundering across the land until they rose into a deafening clatter of sound. The houses came alive with light, moaning as fae spilled into the cobblestone streets and stared skyward before scattering, each filled with agony and despair deep enough there would be no escape from it. Dying. They were dying. My own scream built in my throat, to tell them I would fix it somehow, that I would save them, but it couldn’t find an escape. Nor would my body obey my commands to move, to help them. To do something. Anything.
The scene changed as it always did. I stared down from far above, my limbs turned to torches of white fire. A globe of light around me cast a white wash over the city, over the fae who still ran in every direction.
I am the storm.
Wings pounding against the wind reached me a moment before a giant snowy owl arrived to hover before me, those golden eyes shining with rage and fear, both inducing immense relief that Liam had come and blinding horror with some distant knowledge that he should have run, too.
My scream pierced the silence as a wail let loose from his beak.
“Wake up, Lila. Please, wake up!”
Warmth on my arm jerked me awake.
Damn near hyperventilating, I scrambled out of bed and landed on my hands and knees on the hardwood without a stitch of clothing on, unsure if the room spun or if I was just dizzy. When Liam approached, his eyes haunted and glassy, a chilled realization hit me and stalled my breath until my lungs ached with need. What if the storm hadn’t been a dream?