Welcome all! A big paranormal welcome to the Release Day Blitz for All Fired Up by Jenn Burke! I am excited to be part of the celebrations, this book is definitely on my MUST BUY list, because it sounds awesome. Vampires, paranormal, magic, romance, yas!
For today’s tour stop I got all the details on the author/book, but I also got teasers and an excerpt!
Ready? Let’s get touring~
Once bitten. Twice burned. Forever bonded.Don’t miss this riveting and romantic spin-off series from Jenn Burke, author of Not Dead Yet.
Paranormals are dying. All over the city, with no explanation and only one thing in common: their magic is missing.
Vampire and private investigator Evan Fournier isn’t supposed to be taking on paranormal cases, but when the murderer hits close to home, he agrees to look into it. The last thing he expects is to become a target himself—and then to become irrevocably bonded to the man who just tried to kill him.
With his memory gone and his soul bonded to a stranger, former firefighter Colin Zhang wants to be anywhere else. He doesn’t have a damn clue why he just tried to kill Evan, and he didn’t even know about magic until just now. The sooner he can get back to his real life, the better.
But every time either of them tries to leave, pure agony stops them short. Forced to work with Evan or suffer the consequences, Colin must excavate the secrets buried in his missing memories while battling two rising threats: the conspiracy behind the murder, and his mutual attraction to the bond mate he never wanted.
About the author:
Jenn Burke has loved out-of-this-world romance since she was a preteen reading about heroes and heroines kicking butt and falling in love. Now that she’s an author, she couldn’t be happier to bring adventure, romance, and sexy times to her readers.
Jenn is the author of a number of paranormal and science fiction romance titles, including the critically acclaimed Chaos Station science fiction romance series (authored with Kelly Jensen) and her newest series, Not Dead Yet, both from Carina Press.
She’s been called a pocket-sized and puntastic Canadian on social media, and she’ll happily own that label. Jenn lives just outside of Ottawa, Ontario, with her husband and two kids, plus two dogs named after video game characters…because her geekiness knows no bounds.
Chapter 1: Wren Ferres
“There are two meetings with new clients tomorrow. One at 10 a.m. and one at 3 p.m.” Hudson took out one of the shirts Wes had tossed into the suitcase and refolded it Marie Kondo–style.
I nodded. “Got it.”
“And Sam’s got a list of questions from the website that I was going to tackle tomorrow.”
“If the reporter from Canadian Investigator calls back, tell him I’ll get in touch when I’m back in the country.”
Our receptionist, Sam, would take care of that, but I made an affirmative grunt.
“You taught Vamp Junior bad habits, Hud,” Wes piped up from inside the massive walk-in closet.
I shook my head at the old nickname as Hudson gave a grunt of his own. The man had mastered the art of grunting instead of responding with words…and yeah, I’d kind of picked it up. But hey, so had Wes—sometimes—so there.
“Are you taking notes?” Wes made his way toward the bed and the half-full suitcase.
I held up my sketchpad, complete with the caricature of Wes and Hudson on a plane. “Nope.”
“Hey, that’s pretty good. New style?” Wes haphazardly folded a shirt and put it in the suitcase and Hudson predictably picked it up and refolded it properly. Wes didn’t notice.
“I’m playing with it a bit.”
Hud frowned at the picture. “You sure you’re going to remember everything?”
I raised a brow. “Two new client interviews, plus the questions from the website tomorrow, impersonate you for the Canadian Investigator interview.”
“Relax, boss. I know what I’m doing.”
“I know. I’m just—”
“Freaked out,” Wes supplied as he appeared from the closet with a new load of clothes.
“Freaked out,” Hud agreed with a sigh.
“Have you gotten any updates?” I asked softly.
“The last I heard, he was going into surgery. No news is good news, right?”
I wasn’t sure, so I grunted noncommittally.
“Exactly my thoughts.” Hudson refolded another shirt, then seemed to realize that the suitcase was mostly full, and mostly with Wes’s clothes. “Do I not get to wear clothing?”
“If I had my way, no,” Wes singsonged back.
“I’m not parading naked around London.” At that declaration, Hudson joined Wes in the closet, and I chuckled at the bitching between them.
This was family. Maybe not by blood—well, sort of, since Hudson had used his blood to turn me into a vampire. But this was what family was supposed to be. Love without limits or conditions. Love that accepted you, no matter who you were.
“Oh!” Hudson stuck his head out of the closet door, his hands full of pants and shirts in a variety of colors. “We need to discuss new clients.”
“The ones I’ll be meeting with tomorrow?”
“No. I mean the ones who show up looking for special help.”
Oh—those kind. The sort looking for Wes the God and Hudson the Vampire King. “I’m not sure we can hang up a Gone Fishin’ sign for them.”
Hudson scowled. “Well, we’re going to have to. Because like hell you’ll be taking on any paranormal cases while we’re gone.”
I set my shoulders and opened my mouth, preparing for a fight. Hudson might be my sire, and my boss, and my unofficial big brother, but I did not appreciate being told what I could and couldn’t do. Especially not in that almost-not-quite sire voice.
“What Hudson means,” Wes interjected before I could share my displeasure, shooting a glare in Hud’s direction, “is that those cases tend to go sideways.”
“Sometimes,” I countered.
“Most of the time,” Wes counter-countered. “Name one that didn’t.”
It took me a few seconds, but then I snapped my fingers and pointed at Wes. “Finding the witch’s familiar.”
Hudson squinted at me. “Oh, you mean the cat the witch stole from the kid in the unit down the hall and tried to hex you and me so we wouldn’t find out? Which left us wandering Midtown without memories for a couple of hours until Wes found us and did his god thing?”
Oh. Right. I mean, in the grand scheme of paranormal cases we’d investigated, it was one of the more tame ones. There’d been no murder, at least. Or creatures summoned from the beyond. That had to count for something, right?
The deepening scowl on Hudson’s face said no. “Okay. No paranormal cases. I promise.”
If only I knew how I would come to rue those words.
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