Long and Short Reviews welcomes E.J. Russell who is celebrating today’s release of Devouring Flame.
Thank you so much for helping me celebrate the release of Devouring Flame! At the end of the tour, I’ll be giving away a prize—a $25 Dreamspinner gift card plus one of my backlist titles—to one commenter (chosen at random across all the tour posts), so please be sure to join the conversation!
Devouring Flame is the second book in my series centered around the employees of Enchanted Occasions Event Planning, where the word “enchanted” is quite literally, er, literal. The EO staff are all outcast from their supernatural home realms, most of them because they’re aitchers (short for half-and-half), part human and part other, and discriminated against by Pures of all races. But they’ve found a community with their EO co-workers, and job satisfaction staging magical events for their clients.
Of course, sometimes those events get… complicated. 🙂
1) Listen to music
I’m an auditory learner, which means that any sounds entering my ears disconnect my brain from thinking about anything else. This used to be okay—back in the day before my sons graduated from high school and I was on deck to make all their dance costumes, I could listen to music and/or back episodes of “Wait, Wait, Don’t Tell Me” while I was sewing. Because let’s face it, sewing is really boring, especially if you have to make two of everything (as I did with twins). But once I started writing, I essentially stopped listening to music because A) I stopped sewing and B) I needed the brain silence to plot my books!
2) Drink coffee
When I was growing up, coffee was something adults drank. Then suddenly I was an adult and I’d never learned how to appreciate the taste. My best friend from high school tried to teach me, but after a while, I just surrendered. Now I drink tea. It works for me.
3) Watch TV
Sure, I’ll stream a show or movie on Netflix or Prime now and then, but it’s been years since I’ve been committed to watching regular weekly broadcast (or cable) shows. Ever since Pushing Daisies was cancelled, I just haven’t had the heart (or the patience). Of course, all available popular TV shows should thank me—the instant I become interested in a show (see Pushing Daisies above), it gets cancelled.
4) Stay up on New Year’s Eve
Nope. For one thing, I’m not a night owl, so I get sleepy by 10:30 or so. Also I’m a 100% introvert, so parties have never appealed to me, nor has the idea of hanging around in Times Square and watching the ball drop, or enduring Dick Clark’s New Year’s Rockin’ Eve. Although apparently this year, Anderson Cooper hosting CNN’s coverage while doing tequila shots was rather amusing…
5) Go out after dark
If I’m already out and it gets dark, that’s one thing (even though I dislike driving at night regardless). But once the sun goes down, you have to give me a really good reason to leave the house, or I’m staying put. (BTW, a really good reason would be attending one of my sons’ dance performances, or having dinner with my daughter when she’s in town.)
What about you? Is there anything you’ll say “Oh, hell no!” to when your friends and family say, “But everybody does it!”?
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Reunited and reignited.
While cutting through the Interstices—the post-creation gap between realms—Smith, half-demon tech specialist for Enchanted Occasions Event Planning, spies the person he yearns for daily but dreads seeing again: the ifrit, Hashim of the Windrider clan.
On their one literally smoldering night together, Smith, stupidly besotted, revealed his true name—a demon’s greatest vulnerability. When Hashim didn’t return the favor, then split the next morning with no word? Message received, loud and clear: Thanks but no, thanks.
Although Hashim had burned to return Smith’s trust, it was impossible. The wizard who conjured him holds his true name in secret, and unless Hashim discovers it, he’ll never be free.
When their attraction sparks once more, the two unite to search for Hashim’s hidden name—which would be a hell of a lot easier if they didn’t have to contend with a convention full of food-crazed vampires on the one day out of the century they can consume something other than blood.
But if they fail, Hashim will be doomed to eternal slavery, and their reignited love will collapse in the ashes.
Luckily Smith is the guy who gets shit done. And Hashim is never afraid to heat things up.
About the Author: E.J. Russell–grace, mother of three, recovering actor–writes romance in a rainbow of flavors. Count on high snark, low angst and happy endings.
Reality? Eh, not so much.
E.J.’s paranormal romantic comedy, The Druid Next Door, was a 2018 RITA® finalist. She’s married to Curmudgeonly Husband, a man who cares even less about sports than she does. Luckily, C.H. also loves to cook, or all three of their children (Lovely Daughter and Darling Sons A and B) would have survived on nothing but Cheerios, beef jerky, and Satsuma mandarins (the extent of E.J.’s culinary skill set).
E.J. lives in rural Oregon, enjoys visits from her wonderful adult children, and indulges in good books, red wine, and the occasional hyperbole.
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