Thank you to the hosts at Fangtastic Books for having me
over today. I’m Genevieve Jack, here to celebrate the release of Vice, Fireborn
Wolves Book 1.
Vice is about a werewolf princess who must go into hiding
after a murder takes place on her pack’s shifting grounds. Kyle, our hero,
recognizes her, but offers to keep her secret, if she agrees to live with him
and train his dog, Milo.
My own dog, a Brittney named Riptide Jack, provided ample
inspiration for Milo despite being a quarter of his size. As a writer, I spend
most days with Riptide by my side. We’ve fallen into sync. He moves from room
to room with me like a shadow. When I yawn, he yawns. But there are a few
quirky things about Riptide.
1. He hates
treadmills. I work on a Lifespan treadmill desk. Riptide will sit on the
treadmill and physically block me from stepping on it. On a regular basis, I
have to press the start button and watch him slowly conveyor-belt his way off
the end so I can work. He will then angrily stare at the machine as I plod away,
giving me a look that clearly says what
I’m doing is dangerous and a poor use of my time.
2. He uses me as his
napkin. Every morning after Riptide eats and drinks, he wipes his dripping
jowls on my pants.
Every.
Morning.
His height is such that most days my pants are stained just
above the knee. This is why I can’t have nice things
3. When he gets angry
at me, he buries my stuff. Riptide
has a doggie door. I installed the door so he wouldn’t interrupt me throughout
the day. See, I’d trained him to ring a set of jingle bells when he wanted to
go outside. That worked for a while, but then smarty-pants decided to reverse
engineer the process, ringing the bell and standing by his food dish. Or
ringing the bell and pointing toward the treats. Or ringing the bell and
grabbing his play toy. Basically, I wasn’t getting anything done because that
bell was ringing all day long. So, now he has total freedom to come and go as
he pleases between home and our large, fenced backyard.
Problem is that occasionally my family goes out to dinner or
to a movie without the dog. Like I said, Riptide is used to staying right by my
side—being
left home alone makes him sad, and sad dogs, I’ve learned, bury things. Last
winter, I could not keep a pair of gloves. Every Friday night he’d bury my left
glove. I’d try to remember to put them up where he couldn’t reach them but
invariably, over time I’d forget and bye-bye left glove
Socks were his second favorite. Again, he’d only take one of
each pair. When spring came, it was like an early Easter egg hunt. We were
pulling socks and gloves out of the mud every few feet while Riptide watched,
silently laughing.
4. He changes the
rules. When we brought Riptide home, he wasn’t allowed on the couch. That
rule lasted about two days. His favorite thing to do now is to lie on his back
on our sofa and tip his head so he can watch the squirrels out our picture
window.
5. He’s basically the
best dog ever. Not a day goes by
that Riptide doesn’t make me laugh in one way or another. And when life becomes
dark and I’m tempted to sink into an unhealthy mental state, he’s always there,
his little stubby tail wagging light into my life.
Do you have a dog that brings light into your life? If so,
I’d love to hear about them. Share his or her picture or a story in the
comments.
Fireborn Wolves
Book One
Genevieve Jack
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Publisher: Carpe Luna Publishing
Date of Publication: 9/13/2016
ISBN: 978-1-940675-25-1
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Word Count: 65000
Cover Artist: Steven Novak
Book Description:
Some cravings can’t be denied.
Werewolf Laina Flynn longs to break from the patriarchal expectations of Fireborn pack. A successful entrepreneur, she doesn’t have time to be bossed around by her alpha brother, Silas, let alone to act as a proper werewolf princess.
But when a wolf is found murdered on Fireborn shifting grounds, Laina will do anything to protect her pack, even if it means posing as a waitress at a club that flies in the face of her feminist ideals. Unfortunately, her inner wolf marks the club’s owner, Kyle “The King” Kingsley, as her vice—her metaphysical addiction. He becomes a hunger she can’t ignore…one that could threaten her life, her family, and her pack.
About the Author:
Genevieve Jack is a registered nurse turned author of weird, witty, and wicked-hot paranormal romance. Coffee and wine are her biofuel: the love lives of vampires, shifters, and witches her favorite topic of conversation. She harbors a passion for old cemeteries and ghost tours thanks to her years at a high school rumored to be haunted. Although she calls the Midwest home, her heart belongs to the beaches of the southeast, where she spends her days with her laptop and one lazy dog.
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Thank you for hosting me today!
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