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Monday, March 21, 2016

Metamorphosis by Jennifer Carole Lewis w Giveaway!


Metamorphosis
Book 2 of the Lalassu 
by Jennifer Carole Lewis
Genre:Paranormal Romance/Occult



Ron McBride thought his life couldn't possibly get any worse. He's been physically transformed, hunted across most of North America and is haunted by the failures of his past. Now it looks like he's about to die in the Canadian wilderness. 

When he wakes up in the tiny community of Bear Claw, he thinks he's died and gone to heaven. Particularly when he meets Lily Charging Bull, a beautiful young woman whose family runs almost everything. But there's a reason why no one has found Bear Claw before. 

Lily and her family are skinwalkers, able to shift between human and animal form. For generations, they've protected the lalassu who can't blend easily with human society, often lethally. The question is, will they offer Ron sanctuary or will he vanish like last year's snow? 

My Review
 
I've come to really like this series! Book two is just as great as book one and I definitely could not put this one down! There's so much going for it, a great supernatural twists, some good romance, excellent suspense and mystery, and some action thrown around some magic :) See, a little bit for everyone! I love the take the author has on skinwalkers. They are not quite like shifters and weres in your normal paranormal stories and this are protectors and guardians. I love how the author has done this and what a great way she does it!
 
Ron is our main man, and he's running for his life. Now there's a lot of mystery about what he is running from. But this kept me in suspense of needing to know. And Lily is our leading lady. I love that she is strong and smart and funny. They have a wonderful relationship that grown. I loved that the skinwalker part is not so cliched either, with a bear instead of your normal wolf- now don't get me wrong I LOVE wolves, but it was just too cool how this one was done. And I loved how the locals took care of Ron and helped him. As a common goal, Ron and the locals are all dealing with the same issue, the bad people. :)
 
I really enjoy this author's writing. She has a way of captivating you and ensaring you with her words and endearing you to her characters. I definitely look forward to the next book in this series. I loved it!! 5 PAWS!!      
 
Revelations 
 



Jennifer Carole Lewis is a full-time mom, a full-time administrator and a full-time writer, which means she is very much interested in speaking to anyone who comes up with any form of functional time-travel devices or practical cloning methods.  Meanwhile, she spends her most of her time alternating between organizing and typing.

She is a member of the Ottawa Romance Writers’ Association and the Romance Writers of America.  Without them, she would still be dreaming about being a writer rather than sharing her books with readers.  She believes in conspiracy theories and happily-ever-afters, which makes for some interesting dinner time conversations.

She is a devoted comic book geek and Marvel movie enthusiast.  She spends far too much of her precious free time watching TV, especially police procedural dramas.  Her enthusiasm outstrips her talent in karaoke, cross-stitch and jigsaw puzzles.  She is a voracious reader of a wide variety of fiction and non-fiction and always enjoys seeking out new suggestions.

For more information about Revelations and Metamorphosis (including behind-the-scenes commentary), more books on the lalassu and updates, you can go to www.jclewis.ca or find Jennifer on Facebook or Goodreads.  You can also follow her on Twitter at @jclewisupdate or email her at jclewis@pastthemirror.com.

URL of Author Website: http://www.pastthemirror.com/  
URL of Facebook Page of Author: https://www.facebook.com/JenniferCaroleLewis
Twitter handle: @jclewisupdate (http://www.twitter.com/jclewisupdate)










Sunday, February 14, 2016

Happy Book Birthday~ Metamorphosis by Jennifer Carole Lewis!!






Metamorphosis

Ron McBride thought his life couldn't possibly get any worse.  He's been physically transformed, hunted across most of North America and is haunted by the failures of his past.  Now it looks like he's about to die in the Canadian wilderness.
When he wakes up in the tiny community of Bear Claw, he thinks he's died and gone to heaven.  Particularly when he meets Lily Charging Bull, a beautiful young woman whose family runs almost everything.  But there's a reason why no one has found Bear Claw before.
Lily and her family are skinwalkers, able to shift between human and animal form.  For generations, they've protected the lalassu who can't blend easily with human society, often lethally.  The question is, will they offer Ron sanctuary or will he vanish like last year's snow?

http://www.amazon.ca/Metamorphosis-Lalassu-Jennifer-Carole-Lewis-ebook/dp/B019KW8CAS    http://www.amazon.com/Metamorphosis-Lalassu-Jennifer-Carole-Lewis-ebook/dp/B019KW8CAS

About the Author
 Jennifer Carole Lewis
I am a full time writer, full time admin person and a full time mother (which is at least two more times than I actually have but somehow I'm making it work while still finding time to watch TV and read).

I've always loved stories: watching them, reading them, or telling them. I've recently self-published my first novel and I'm very excited to see about making my dreams come true.

I like alternate realities, urban fantasy, paranormal romance, superpowers, alternative history and secret societies. That's what inspires my work.



 
My Review
 
I've come to really like this series! Book two is just as great as book one and I definitely could not put this one down! There's so much going for it, a great supernatural twists, some good romance, excellent suspense and mystery, and some action thrown around some magic :) See, a little bit for everyone! I love the take the author has on skinwalkers. They are not quite like shifters and weres in your normal paranormal stories and this are protectors and guardians. I love how the author has done this and what a great way she does it!
 
Ron is our main man, and he's running for his life. Now there's a lot of mystery about what he is running from. But this kept me in suspense of needing to know. And Lily is our leading lady. I love that she is strong and smart and funny. They have a wonderful relationship that grown. I loved that the skinwalker part is not so cliched either, with a bear instead of your normal wolf- now don't get me wrong I LOVE wolves, but it was just too cool how this one was done. And I loved how the locals took care of Ron and helped him. As a common goal, Ron and the locals are all dealing with the same issue, the bad people. :)
 
I really enjoy this author's writing. She has a way of captivating you and ensaring you with her words and endearing you to her characters. I definitely look forward to the next book in this series. I loved it!! 5 PAWS!!      
 
Revelations 
 

Monday, October 19, 2015

Cover Reveal~ Metamorphosis by Jennifer Carole Lewis w Giveaway!


Hi everyone,  Thank you for stopping by to reveal the cover for Metamorphosis by Jennifer Carole Lewis, designed by Streetlight Graphics



BOOK & AUTHOR INFO:

Metamorphosis by Jennifer Carole Lewis
Publication date: February 2016
Genres: New Adult, Paranormal Romance

Synopsis:
Ron McBride thought his life couldn’t possibly get any worse.  He’s been physically transformed, hunted across most of North America and is haunted by the failures of his past.  Now it looks like he’s about to die in the Canadian wilderness.
When he wakes up in the tiny community of Bear Claw, he thinks he’s died and gone to heaven.  Particularly when he meets Lily Charging Bull, a beautiful young woman whose family runs almost everything. But there’s a reason why no one has found Bear Claw before.
Lily and her family are skinwalkers, able to shift between human and animal form.  For generations, they’ve protected the lalassu who can’t blend easily with human society, often lethally.  The question is, will they offer Ron sanctuary or will he vanish like last year’s snow?


Book One:
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Chapter One

Snow’s ethereal silvery beauty was best appreciated by someone who wasn’t having to slog through it, Ron McBride decided, pushing his way through clinging white drifts. Halloween might be a few weeks away but this far north, winter already had a solid grip. Light-headed and dizzy, he shook his head against the illusion of the dark trees merging with the sky, forming a cage around him.

Without the strength of his enhanced muscles, this cross-country detour would have dropped him hours ago. As it was, he began to wonder if he’d made a fatal mistake. Hell of a thing if his paranoia ended up killing him.
Four months of running. Four months of carrying the burden which weighed down his jacket pocket. Never staying in any one place for more than a few days. Always making his way further north and west, searching for the tiny community Virginia Harris had told him about. He’d already learned the fine art of scrounging for cash-only day labor but after his captivity he needed to be extra careful. It was too easy to accidentally lift more than he should have been able to or move faster than human reflexes allowed. People noticed and then he had to leave quickly before his hunters showed up on his trail.
He’d been moving steadily, trying to fulfill a promise with little more than one name which didn’t appear on any maps and another name which had been an alias. He’d been forced to try and research both without drawing any attention to himself. All he could do is keep moving forward and hoping that he would eventually find someone who would recognize one or the other. He was exhausted, worn out from constantly being on edge. He’d had a few lapses, blackouts which ended with mad scrambles to escape. Just a few days to rest. If he could get them, maybe he could finally start planning rather than reacting. Find a way to fulfill his promise and then find a way home.
Yesterday, he’d hitched a ride with a trucker who’d promised to take him to one of the remote supply towns in northern Canada, near the Alaska border. Ron couldn’t even remember the name through the fatigue fog drowning his brain. It had been lost but he did remember the man at the rest stop, poking at the collection of sunglasses, candy and toiletries under the harsh fluorescent lights. The one dressed in plaid and jeans, with a baseball cap pulled low over his features. There had been a jarring addition to the traditional trucker uniform. Expensive leather boots.
He didn’t know who the man was or what he was doing there, but he wasn’t about to take the chance. He ducked back out the door and began to walk. The snow fell lightly on him, promising to cover his tracks in fluffy obfuscation. His dark clothes would help him to disappear into the dense woods.
Nearly twenty hours later, his choice didn’t seem so brilliant anymore. There was a lot of wilderness up here. He could wander for weeks and never come across another human being. He only had a few basic survival rations in his backpack. Without warmth and shelter, he wasn’t going to have to worry about his former captor finding him. His corpse would vanish without a trace.
The picturesque puffs of snow floating down from the sky might make a lovely postcard but they clung to his hat, hair and clothes, melting and refreezing into dense chunks of ice, weighing him down. His fingers shook with cold despite being pressed into his armpits as he walked. He needed to stop soon and take a chance of pursuit catching up to him if he wanted to survive. Just a little further.
The light faded rapidly into grey-blue twilight. Ron knew he needed to stop and build a shelter except his body seemed to have acquired a terrible inertia, plodding endlessly. It took more effort than he wanted to believe to force himself to stop and actually look at his surroundings.
Black silhouettes of pine trees jutted into the sky all around him. The steadily falling snow piled into waist high drifts. He needed some bare ground and a fire. Numbly, he remembered a lesson in survival training. Birch bark burned, even when wet. Staggering through the snow, he peered into the forest, searching for tell-tale white trunks. 
His frozen fingers bled as he pried strips of bark from a birch and broke branches to burn from a nearby pine. He found a small gap in the snow, blocked by three large trees growing close together. He used a branch to sweep away the sparse accumulation of snow and laid out the supplies for his fire. It took him three tries to get a match to light and another three before he got a piece of birch bark alight. Luckily the branches he’d broken were relatively dry and pitchy, catching easily and flaming brightly. 
The warmth hit him like a truck, sparking an irrational temptation to crawl directly into the tiny fire to thaw his frozen body. He clenched his jaw against the pain of blood returning to numb extremities. He’d give himself a little time to warm up and then he’d go collect more wood and see about a shelter. Just a little time.
His weariness seduced him into dangerous unconsciousness. Ron felt as if he’d only closed his eyes for a moment when a snuffling sound popped them back open. His fire had burned out and the cold ground had leached the remaining warmth from his legs. It was dark, far too dark.
His body wanted to collapse back into sleep. A tiny piece of his brain shrieked warning that if he did, he would never wake again. He needed to get up and get moving again.
As he rocked back, preparing to rise, the darkness in front of him moved.
Adrenaline cleared away the twin clinging cobwebs of exhaustion and cold. The image in front of him suddenly resolved into perfect terrifying clarity.
A bear stood less than five feet away from him.
Ron’s hands trembled as he watched the animal. It was monstrous, the shaggy head easily the size of his torso. Even on all fours, the shoulders would reach his waist and the massive hump over them would be halfway up his chest. If it stood, he guessed it would measure ten feet. Dark brown shaggy fur blended into the darkness, except for a short slash of golden brown over its shoulder, like a crescent moon.
The bear huffed at him, clacking its jaws together. Controlling his fear, Ron slowly moved up, using the tree trunks for balance. If he could go slowly enough, maybe he could get out of range before it took an interest in him. His legs were numb and sore, ensuring he would have no chance of outrunning the creature.
Except it didn’t seem aggressive. 
It kept looking at him as if trying to figure out what he was. Perhaps it hadn’t seen a human before. If ignorance kept it from trying to eat him, Ron could happily let it continue. He thought bears were supposed to hibernate in winter, though. He vaguely remembered reading that a bear who was awake in winter was considered especially dangerous.
“Good bear. Nice bear,” he croaked.
The bear’s ears went flat against its skull, exactly like an annoyed cat. It snorted and shook its head.
“You don’t want to eat me, Mr. Bear,” Ron continued. “Go on and find a pik-i-nik basket somewhere.” He stopped as the creature let out a low growl.
Okay, so much for the human-voice-calms-wild-animals theory. The bear reached out with an enormous paw and raked through the remains of his fire. A few glowing coals shone amid the ashy flakes. Then it poked at the remaining crisped fragments of birch bark, growling again.
When it turned and began to amble away across the clearing, Ron saw his chance. He eased himself around the trees and started walking slowly out of the bear’s sight. A good plan and one which might have worked if his legs had cooperated.
His stiff limbs collapsed under him, dropping him to the ground with a massive thud. The bear’s attention immediately swung back to him and primitive instinct took over. It didn’t matter how many times he’d been told to never run from a wild animal, his feet were pumping before his brain could consciously give instruction.
Running wildly through the woods, he heard the bear crashing behind him. This is it, he told himself. I’m going to die now. He tried to summon his enhanced strength for a leap into a tree but his abused muscles had already had enough. He slammed into the trunk and then rolled down the hill on the far side, his backpack flying off and scattering his belongings across the snow.
A tree graciously halted his downward tumble, catching his head and shoulders with a tooth-rattling abrupt stop. Stunned, he could only stare at the top of the ridge as the bear looked down on him.
The life of Ron McBride, ended by Canadian wildlife. Embarrassing, but at least no one would ever know. He braced himself for the inevitable crunch of jaws.
The bear stared at him, outlined against the inky sky. Then it turned and walked away.
He couldn’t believe his luck. Instead of being a bear’s before-bedtime snack, he was going to get to die of a combination of exposure and a concussion. He patted his jacket, feeling for the hard lump he carried. Still intact. He tried to force himself to his feet but he was too weak. Wearily, he stared at the green and blue lights floating in the sky above. Maybe this was for the best. All the things he’d done and seen. Maybe they should go to his grave with him.
Resignation pulled him down into the darkness.




AUTHOR BIO:
Jennifer Carole Lewis is a full-time mom, a full-time administrator and a full-time writer, which means she is very much interested in speaking to anyone who comes up with any form of functional time-travel devices or practical cloning methods. Meanwhile, she spends her most of her time alternating between organizing and typing.

She is a devoted comic book geek and Marvel movie enthusiast. She spends far too much of her precious free time watching TV, especially police procedural dramas. Her enthusiasm outstrips her talent in karaoke, cross-stitch and jigsaw puzzles. She is a voracious reader of a wide variety of fiction and non-fiction and always enjoys seeking out new suggestions.


Author links:

https://twitter.com/jclewisupdate
https://www.facebook.com/pages/Jennifer-Carole-Lewis/266116980245327
http://www.pastthemirror.com/


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Thursday, March 19, 2015

Revelations by Jennifer Carole Lewis!!

Hi everyone! Today I'm back again with a wonderful book! I had the privilege of sharing the blitz back in February, but today I am showing you the goodies!! :) 

Revelations
Revelations by Jennifer Carole Lewis
Publication date: January 30th 2015
Genres: New Adult, Paranormal Romance

Synopsis:
For millennia, the lalassu have existed at the fringes of society, hiding in the shadows. But someone is determined to drag them into the light.

Dani has spent years fighting against her family’s urges to take on the mantle of High Priestess for the lalassu. Stronger and faster than any ordinary human, she has no interest in being a guide for her people. She likes being independent and enjoys her night-job as a burlesque dancer. But a darker secret lurks inside of her, one which threatens everyone around her.


Isolated and idealistic, Michael works as a developmental therapist for children, using his psychometric gifts to discover the secrets they can’t share with anyone else. When one of his clients is kidnapped, he will do almost anything to rescue her. The investigation leads him to a seedy little performance club where he is shocked and thrilled to discover a genuine live superhero.


Michael and Dani must join forces to save those they care about from becoming the latest victims of a decades-long hunt. But the fiery chemistry between them threatens to unlock a millennia-old secret which could devour them both.


The clock is ticking and they will be faced with the ultimate hero’s choice: save the world or save each other?


Purchase: 
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Revelations-Lalassu-Jennifer-Carole-Lewis-ebook/dp/B00SZKZFMK/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1423144482&sr=8-1&keywords=Revelations+by+Jennifer+Carole+Lewis

Excerpt Chapter One


            Wherever there is prey, there are hunters. Jungle, ocean, city—the location doesn’t matter. A predator will always find the vulnerable.
            People spilled across the Lost Eden’s dance floor, a constant tide of glittering men and women ebbing to and from the bar. Dim lights flattered the desperate and popular alike, hiding the first glimpses of age-drawn wrinkles.
            Past experience had taught Dani Harris that she could choose whomever she wanted from the crowd to go home with. The small army of free drinks lining the bar behind her only reinforced the lesson. But she’d come here with a specific purpose in mind, dressed in her guaranteed-to-attract-attention, curve-hugging red silk dress, her black hair artfully tousled to evoke sweat-dampened pillows and her eyes painted with smoldering charcoal for a classic bedroom look. All she needed was a suitable candidate.
            Toying with the straw in her drink and scanning the crowd, she made note of the few potential candidates. Her fingers clenched the straw, crushing it with her growing unease. Since she’d sat down, the sexual tension had ratcheted up, becoming as tangible as the dry ice fog. Guilt gnawed at her, but she’d already pushed her luck further than she should have. She didn’t have the time to indulge in her conscience. Time to choose and hope she didn’t end up too badly scarred.
            The thickly muscled black man with the shaved head in the corner kept fondling the waitresses and the customers, using his size to intimidate any potential protests. The blond in the custom-tailored leather jacket up on the VIP platform, whose companions avoided eye contact as he carried on an energetic monologue, ignoring the buxom redhead cuddled up to his side. A pair of massive bodyguards stood guard at the entrance. And the guy with the purple hair, piercings in his nose, lip, and tongue was harassing the female DJ, trying to climb into the booth. They were the best she could hope for tonight.
            Brilliant light strobed the crowd in time with frenetic bass and drums. Dani scanned the club again, shaking her head lightly. The crowd was beginning to turn ugly, shoving matches breaking out on the dance floor. The oaky taste of her whiskey went sour on her tongue. She should leave and try her luck elsewhere.
            “You can’t leave just yet.” A deep male voice cut across the ambient noise.
            Perhaps she had a winner after all. “Why the hell not?”
            “Because then I wouldn’t get a chance to talk to you.” It was the blond from the platform. “And you should know that I personally find it inexcusable.”
            “What would that be?” She didn’t offer him a seat but wasn’t surprised when he took it anyway. Up close, his looks were even better: easily over six feet with broad shoulders and a well-used gym membership.
            “Whoever left you waiting. He should have his head examined. Let me buy you a drink.” He lifted his hand in the bartender’s direction. Immediately, the young Latino man behind the bar abandoned the thirsty crowd to bring Dani’s new acquaintance a glass of scotch.
            His glib smugness struck sparks of irritation in her, but long practice helped her to keep her feelings masked under a seductive smile. Time for a test. “You know what they say. No matter how hot you are, someone is tired of your shit.” Dani looked deliberately at the VIP platform. “For example, I think Miss Copper Top over there is getting tired of yours.”
            The buxom redhead in question glared down at them with a ridiculously childish, sulky pout. The blond glanced over his shoulder and waved his hand in a universal gesture of dismissal. Immediately, one of the bulky bodyguards approached the redhead and said something to her. She shouted something inaudible through the music and actually stamped her foot. The gentleman insisted and began escorting her off the platform.
            “She won’t be a problem anymore.” The blond turned back to Dani, clearly pleased with himself. For the first time, his smile reached his eyes. He’d enjoyed the public spectacle and humiliation. “I’m Josh Hinton, and my family owns this club.”
            Dani watched as the woman was summarily hustled out the front door. She forced herself to relax her grip on the smooth glass tumbler before she shattered it.
            “Break-up via bodyguard. A new low mark for the record books. Somewhere between text and post-it note.” Dani shook her head and started to get up again.
            Josh immediately grabbed her arm and held her down in her seat, looming over her. “You didn’t tell me your name.”
            Dani searched the room, considering her options. The bartenders were studiously ignoring her companion. The people who had been sitting beside her at the bar were long gone, pushed aside by Josh’s evident ego. A wild recklessness burned inside her, urging her to lash out and escape. But common sense warned her: no one wanted to get involved, and no one would stand up to help—and even if they did, she would still be trapped by her own demons.
            Her mouth dried as a scrap of memory flickered briefly despite years of suppression. He must have seen the fear in her eyes. Predators always sensed fear no matter how deeply it was hidden. She’d learned that lesson the hard way.
            “I think you’re starting to understand.” He let his hand trail up her arm, his thumb casually brushing against her breast on the way past. “I always get what I want.”
            The bodyguards had descended and now stood on either side of Josh like unmovable monoliths, an unbreakable prison wall. Dani swallowed hard. It was as if the three men sucked up all the air around her. “You could have any other girl here. Why not pick someone more interested?”
            “I like the challenge. Come with me to my apartment. You’d love the view.” He ran his hand freely up and down her side, a chill slither like the rasp of a reptile’s skin.
            A human predator doesn’t take victims in public. A second location will be chosen in advance for the attack. Once a victim reaches the second location, chances of survival drop to nearly zero. Never go quietly to the second location. The words whispered inside her head, distantly remembered from the urgent plea of a police officer who’d spoken at her school.
            “Don’t freeze up, and don’t pretend it isn’t what you came here for in your little red dress.” He slid his hand up her thigh, inching up the hemline. “Everyone comes here to have a good time.”
            Dani studied the looming bodyguards. Not a blink or even a grimace of disapproval. The time for second thoughts was over. She wasn’t going to do better tonight. This was her punishment and the sooner she accepted it, the sooner it would be over. “Is that what you came for?”
            “Business mostly. This tourist trap has a lot of things to recommend it.” He took a healthy swig from his drink.
            It certainly had. The town of Perdition had a reputation as the “New York experience without the expense,” according to the tourist board. Between conventions and other events, the majority of the population changed on a weekly basis. It was one of the reasons her family had chosen to live here.
            She put down her drink. No amount of whiskey would make this easier. She got to her feet but the bodyguards quickly blocked her exit. Adrenaline surged and her legs tensed to run but instead she forced herself to keep her wits. Blindly fleeing never helped. She couldn’t resist a flash of strength, glaring down at Josh, still perched on his stool. “Does this intimidation approach ever actually work for you?”
            He grinned. “I like you. You’re interesting. Most people don’t have the balls to call me on anything.” He stood up. “Let’s get out of here. Come on, I’ll show you I can be a nice guy with the right motivation.”
            Dani kept her face impassive. Maybe this wouldn’t be as bad as she feared. Josh moved in for the kill.
            “Trust me. I’m worth it. I guarantee it’ll be a night you’ll always remember.”
            Or one you’ll always pray to forget.

Inspired by Special Needs Children and the People Who Love Them

Every parent believes his or her child is special.  Bringing home a newly wrapped bundle from the hospital or from the adoption agency is one of the most frightening and wonderful events possible in life.  It can become even more frightening when things don’t go as they are supposed to.

Some parents find out before birth, others while their child is still a toddler and others after their child is grown.  The number of possibilities are terrifyingly prolific.  Ask any pregnant woman who has had to look over long lists of conditions and disorders.  Not to mention accidents and all the other pitfalls waiting in the outside world.

As soon as a parent discovers their child has special needs, the entire game changes.  Some describe it as the death of their hopes and dreams.  Others spoke of a terrible shock, as if they literally cannot comprehend what they are being told.  Even when a parent suspects, having their fears confirmed is a difficult experience.

I based my character, Martha, on real parents who struggle daily with their child’s outbursts and limitations.  They are exhausted.  They are bruised, emotionally and physically.  They face daily scenarios which defy all expectations, such as cleaning up toileting messes from teenagers or having to spend an hour coaxing their child out the door because a different car is parked outside.  But I was struck again and again by how much they loved their children.  When no one would question it if they were ready to give up, the sight of their child still brought a loving smile to their face.  These parents are ready to sacrifice anything: their time, their savings, their homes.  Anything which might give their child a chance.  Many had to quit jobs to devote themselves to hours of therapy and multiple weekly appointments.

The truly remarkable part is that they don’t see themselves as remarkable.  In their minds, they’re just doing what they need to do.  What anyone would do in their situation.  If their assessment is true and we all could step up to do what they do, then the world and the people in it are better than our daily news report would like us to believe.

Bernie is not based on any particular child but I was inspired by the special needs children I met.  Although their differences often make the initial contact uncertain and hard to navigate, once you get past that, you see an amazing array of unique little personalities.  Children with autism who had no social understanding and are thus brutally honest and rapturously thrilled with equal intensity.  Children who defied brain injuries to learn to speak and walk and their contagious delight in their accomplishments.  Some couldn’t speak but still managed to communicate their enthusiasms and dislikes.  Others needed constant supervision because of their ingenious talents for thinking outside the box.  In all of their cases, their spirits shone through.  Their parents cherished those moments, perhaps more than we might expect, because of the contrast with the challenges.

My hero, Michael, is also based on real therapists who devote huge amounts of their time and energy to helping these families.  Male therapists are exceedingly rare, but I indulged in a little literary licence.  It’s difficult to find men who are interested in such an intense caregiving role and even more difficult for those men to find jobs.  Sadly, our fears of abuse make any man who wants to work with young children into a suspect personage.

The therapists I spoke to love their work.  Trust me, the money they make is nowhere near enough for anyone to do the job who doesn’t love it.  They love the moments when they manage to teach a child something he or she has been struggling with for weeks, months or even years.  They enjoy interacting with the children and discovering their quirky personalities.  They find little toys or stickers and pick them up for their clients.  They spend hours playing boring, repetitive games and still have smiles on their faces.

I asked parents what message they would like to send out and the response was almost invariably to be thankful for what you have and to be understanding of others.  Parents whose children cannot speak see children relentlessly nagging their parents for a toy or treat and think “I would give anything to have that problem.”  They ask for patience and understanding when they are dealing with a meltdown in the grocery store, instead of angry comments and disapproving glares.  Many of these children have no outward sign of their disabilities, making it hard for others to understand the challenges.

After seeing what they experience, it certainly made me want to give my own children a hug.  And it inspired me to try and show both sides of their experience: the wearing grind and the inexhaustible love.

Jennifer Carole Lewis
Revelations
www.pastthemirror.com

My Review
This is a seriously cool book. It's so different from the norm. I mean the beginning of the book with dani's into to the things she must do blew my mind a little. It's dark and gritty and maybe not for the weak of heart. And the plot kept me turning the pages into the night! Here we get to see humans who have some crazy cool gifts or curses, some bad guys who are ok with being so wicked, and a world where something's we're never meant to be normal. 

We start with Dani, who calls herself cursed. Her and her brothers have powers. They call themselves lalassu. We open up the her and her hunt and how she feeds her huntress. Seriously, mind blowing but I loved it. And the actions starts right in When her brothers are taken for their different ness.  Dani is hard core. I'm not sure how else to say that. She hates what she is but though she does unspeakable things she knows she must. It's who she is. I love that she's a take charge kind of girl. 

Michael has some type of clairvoyance. He touches people and just knows things, even in their future. He works with kids and cops and does great things. He crosses paths with dani when someone on his end goes missing. The bad guys don't spare things like age. He's sweet and a little more gentle than dani but no less loyal or fierce. And now they are fighting the same big company full of bad guys but also with others like themselves. Oh and maybe they have the hots for each other lol

I loved the plot and twists and mysteries surrounding the gifted. I loved the action. The writing is great and I am so glad I took a chance to read this one. Not everyone had the same gift and powers or the same life style and back ground. I also loved that the characters aside from their gifts were real. I want more!! 5 PAWS!! 




Author Interview

1.      First, tell me a little about your book and why you wanted to write this particular story….

Revelations is a paranormal romance novel about Dani, an impulsive burlesque dancer hiding superpowers and a dark secret, and Michael, an optimistic child development therapist who learns people’s darkest secrets with a touch.  The two of them have to work together in order to save Dani’s brothers and one of Michael’s clients from a corporation collecting people with supernatural gifts.

This story came together for me in several bursts.  The first was a dream I had in which a succubus was working as a burlesque dancer.  When I woke up, the idea of the two being linked together stayed with me.  After all, wouldn’t that be the perfect cover for a succubus?  Then I began to think about what it would be like to be a creature of maligned legend in the modern world and the problems it would cause.  What would it feel like to have to hunt people over and over again?  That got me thinking about more superpowers in the modern world and the universe of the lalassu began to unfold.

The second major inspiration for this novel was a desire for a different kind of hero.  I grew up with the passive heroines and alpha heroes of traditional romance and fell in love with many fictional lethal men.  Even as more and more strong heroines emerged, they often remained single or were shadowed by even stronger men.  I wanted to have a hero who wasn’t as physically strong or capable as my heroine but was still someone worthy of admiration and attraction.  I wanted him to love my heroine because of her strength, not in spite of it.

2.      Do you recall how your interest in writing originated or did you always just know?

I’ve been telling stories to myself for as long as I can remember.  My mother will tell you that I used to get frustrated as a child because I would draw pictures of a scene but then the story in my head would move past the image before I could finish it.  I started writing stories in grade one or two (which no one will ever see!).  As I got a little older, I started writing fan-fiction (again, which no one will ever see!) based on the comics and books I loved (there is a particularly embarrassing one featuring a combination of Zorro and A Little Princess from when I was twelve).

About five years ago, I came to the somewhat disturbing realization that I didn’t like my job and that if I wanted to actually become an author rather than just talking about how I’d like to write my own books “someday” then I was going to need to get serious.  I spent two years writing an original manuscript and then I joined my local romance writers’ group.  That’s when I learned just how far I still had to go and started working hard on improving my writing.

3.      What inspired you to write your first book and what was it?

My first serious original novel was a paranormal romance about a Sidhe (fairy) who falls in love with a mortal girl and gives up his existence as an immortal energy being in order to be with her.  It’s called Lord of Underhill and it’s one I would very much love to go back and redo with all that I’ve learned since.  Someday, I hope to have it ready to share with everyone else.

4.      Are experiences based on someone you know, or events in your own life?

Sadly, I don’t have too many experiences with superpowered individuals to base my writing on, but I do have a lifelong geek membership to both Marvel and DC Comics.  I do use people around me (both fictional and real) as inspiration, especially for the little quirks that make a character come to life.  My character, Martha, was inspired by several moms raising special needs children and the challenges they face.  When Michael is meeting the other burlesque dancers, I based his reaction on what my father would do in a similar circumstance, namely start finding out the details of their life and engaging them in conversation.  My dad has a unique ability to make friends with almost anyone in any walk of life without judgment or reservation.

5.      Out of all the characters in your book, who is your favorite to write? There’s always a fan favorite to read about but sometimes it’s the side characters that are the most fun J

It would be toss up between Gwen and Vincent for my favorite character to write.  Vincent is so delightfully irreverent and sarcastic.  He says the witty comments I always think of about twenty minutes after the moment has passed.  And Gwen is crazy, which let me play with language and imagery in a very poetic way.  Hiding kernels of truth inside her dialogue and point of view was a lot of fun.

6.      How did you come up with the lead character(s)?

Dani emerged almost immediately as a full-blown three-dimensional character full of quirks and hopes and traumas.  When I first begin a book, I start with a few test scenes to learn about the characters.  I imagine them sharing their history and it comes together for me.  Dani changed very little from those first scenes to the final draft.  Her mixture of confidence and defiant get-them-before-they-get-me attitude to cover her vulnerability spoke very clearly to me and didn’t need much refining.

Michael was more of a challenge.  I have pages and pages of drafts where I hadn’t fully connected with him.  He began his fictional existence as a youth counsellor with a love of comics and a desire to be a real world hero.  But it never felt entirely right.  One day at the park, I saw a young woman with a clipboard trying to deal with a young boy’s temper tantrum.  The mother explained that the woman was a therapist working with the boy, who had severe autism.  She then sighed and said she wished she knew what was wrong.  Her child couldn’t speak and the tantrum could be from being too cold, too hungry, sand irritation or something else entirely.  That’s when it hit me, Michael would have psychometry, the ability to pick up psychic impressions through touch, and work with developmentally challenged children.  From there, his earnest desire to help others became a defining part of his character.

7.      Is your book part of a series, and if so, how many will there be?

Right now I have the first three books of the Lalassu series mapped out in detail with another three more vaguely outlined.  I have a multi-book plot outline in mind, laid out in trilogies.  I’m not sure if book six will be the end but I suspect I will definitely take a pause at that point as I have some other universes I would like to explore as well.

8.      What are you working on now?

I have two projects on the go right now, the sequel to Revelations: Metamorphosis which features Corporal Ron McBride coping with what happened to him in Revelations.   I’m hoping to have it released for February 2016. 

I’m also working on the first of a series of short stories about a medium working with a skeptic.  In this first story, she is hired to investigate a haunting at his parents’ home and he decides to hang around because he’s sure she’s a fraud.  Right now it is titled Got Ghosts? but I’m looking for a better one (I’m awful at coming up with good titles and usually have to arrange a brainstorming session with my friends and fellow writers).  It will be released at the end of September as a Hallowe’en treat to my readers.

9.      How do you chose when/which characters die in your books?

I have a beta-reader who is convinced I choose her favorite characters to die in each book.  She will strongly connect with someone and they invariably fail to survive.

In reality, it’s hard for me to kill off my characters.  Even the ones who have only a brief appearance feel real to me since I spend several hours coming up with backstories about how they arrived at this particular moment.  Each one is the hero of his or her life and there is a part of me which hates to cut that off.
On the flip side, I have the highest respect for those who choose to sacrifice themselves to save others, both real and fictional.  When I choose to let a character die, then it is always for an important purpose and to save them would diminish who they are and what they have become.

10.  Who do you look up to as a writer?

I have several writers I look up to.  Joss Whedon and J. Michael Straczynski are always the first two on my list.  Joss Whedon’s dynamic dialogue and ability to mix comedy, horror and still be emotionally powerful always leaves me in awe.  He plays with language in a way that no one has really done since Shakespeare, creating unforgettable combinations.  J. Michael Straczynski broke all the rules for television with his series Babylon 5, creating a plot which played out over 5 years, rather than stand-alone episodes.  More than that, he created characters which were so well-fleshed out that it is almost impossible to remember that they are fictional.

For romance novels, my favorite writers are Sherrilyn Kenyon, Jeaniene Frost, Jenna Black and Jessica Andersen.  I love Kenyon’s Dark Hunter series and how she can show you a character in one book and then completely reverse your expectations and understanding in another.  Frost’s Night Prince series has become the definitive Dracula for me, well-researched and developed.  Black’s Descendant series is a fascinating world where immortality can be stolen through murder.  And Anderson created a fascinating secret society based on Mayan culture for her Nightkeeper series.

11.  If you had to do it all over again, would you change anything in your book?

Right now, no, I wouldn’t change anything in my book.  Ask me again in a few years and I may have a different answer, but for now I’m proud of the story as is.

12.  Is there anything you find particularly challenging in your writing?

For me the biggest challenge is finding time and not letting the ten-thousand other things I have to do creep into my writing time.  I work full-time and have two kids so there is never a point when I don’t have other things to do.  I’ve had to teach myself to write in small bursts and in odd situations (such as when my kids are at lessons which has led to some very interesting conversations with other moms).  I’ve had to teach myself to work from a written plot rather than just letting things flow (which usually resulted in badly-organized and internally inconsistent stories).

13.  Who designed the cover? And do you help with them?

The cover was designed by Glendon at Streetlight Graphics (http://www.streetlightgraphics.com/).  I began by submitting a questionnaire that went over my story, my characters and what sort of look I was looking for.  Then Glendon and I had a long telephone conversation about the book and I was told it would be a few months before he could begin work on it.  A few days later, I got a call that he hadn’t been able to get my book out of his head and he’d done a preliminary cover.  It was very close to what we have now.  I asked for a few tweaks (brightening Dani’s eyes and giving her a little bit more of a smile) and got them back very promptly.  They were a pleasure to work with and I’d highly recommend them to anyone looking for a great cover.

14.  Did you learn anything from writing your books and what was it?

I learned a lot about the process of writing and which techniques work for me and which didn’t.  I learned about how important it is to get outside opinions, from beta-readers and professional editors.  I learned about the discipline of making myself write every day, even when I wasn’t in the mood or was convinced I would never reach publication.

That’s all a bit dry and technical, but I also learned a lot in my research.  I learned about ancient Babylon and the temple priestesses.  The culture is almost alien compared to our own and yet everyone in it was human with the same desires and loves that we have.  I also learned a lot about families with special needs children and their humbling persistence in getting their kids the help they need.  These families deal with situations no one can imagine (like toilet training a teenager or having to lock up all their cutlery to avoid injury during a manic episode) but the love and patience they have for their children is awe-inspiring.

15.  If you could be one of your characters, who would you chose?

My off-the-top-of-my-head answer is Dani because the ability to kick anyone’s ass whenever I wanted sounds great.  But I’d also love to be able to pick up psychic impressions like Michael or see patterns like Vapor.  Virginia’s clairvoyant talents could be handy, too.

16.  Are there any books you think some of us should read, just because?

I read constantly, usually between four and six books a week.  I read fiction and non-fiction in a wide variety of genres.  I could end up listing books I love for pages on end but instead I’ll narrow it down to two general recommendations:

I think everyone should at least try the classics (Austen, Dracula and Frankenstein are my favorites).  There’s a reason those stories have lasted so long and captured our imaginations for generations.

I also think everyone should try to challenge themselves by reading something outside their comfort zone.  Pick up something at random from your local library and give it a shot.  I recently found myself enjoying a biography of a UFC fighter, although I have zero experience with the sport.  I never know when something will speak to me and broaden my worldview, even just a little.

17.  We all love Supernatural, so which Winchester brother is for you?

Can’t I have both?  Okay, if I have to choose, I pick Sam.

18.  Do you have anything specific that you want to say to your readers?

I want to say thank you.  I know that free time is precious and the fact that you’ve chosen to spend some of it reading my book is an honor.  I’ve wanted to do this for a long time and every person who reads my book is helping to make my dreams come true.  So thank you.

19.  This or that...
A. Coffee addict? 
            I much prefer Coke to coffee.

B. What’s your favorite alcoholic beverage
            I’m not much of a drinker, but I love my summer punch mix of Sprite and raspberry juice.

C. Favorite Food?
            I love a good burger and fries.

D. If you had to chose Coffee or Chocolate? –don’t laugh, I don’t like chocolate so it’s quite easy for me, but a LOT of people NEED both LOL
            Chocolate.  Definitely chocolate.

E. Beach or mountains?
            Beach.  I love listening to the waves and I am a creature of warmth.

F. Winter or summer?
            Summer.  Sunshine, heat and getting to be outside without long underwear rocks!

G. vampires or werewolves?
            Werewolves.  Forget having a Doberman to scare off intruders, a giant six foot tall wolf would be awesome.  Plus, I’m betting they’re easier to housetrain.

H. Cold or hot?
            Hot.  The first thing on my wish-list is an in-home sauna to counteract the Canadian winter.
  
I. Favorite color?
            Emerald green, the color of sun shining through a perfect summer leaf.

J. Night or day?
            Night.  Although my kids are both morning people, I feel like my brain is just waking up around seven at night.

K. Moonlight or sunlight?
            Moonlight on water, constantly shifting patterns of light and shadow.

L. Bad boy or good guy next door?
            Depends.  Bad boy for the weekend.  Good guy for life.


 Ok, that’s enough! LOL thanks so much for coming visit me, and thanks so much, for doing this with us! I appreciate it and I look forward to the next time!



AUTHOR BIO

Jennifer Carole Lewis is a full-time mom, a full-time administrator and a full-time writer, which means she is very much interested in speaking to anyone who comes up with any form of functional time-travel devices or practical cloning methods. Meanwhile, she spends her most of her time alternating between organizing and typing.

She is a devoted comic book geek and Marvel movie enthusiast. She spends far too much of her precious free time watching TV, especially police procedural dramas. Her enthusiasm outstrips her talent in karaoke, cross-stitch and jigsaw puzzles. She is a voracious reader of a wide variety of fiction and non-fiction and always enjoys seeking out new suggestions.

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