Dear Reader,
It comes as a bit of a surprise to me to discover just how
bad I am at writing letters. I write books, so a letter should be easy, right?
Apparently not. I’ve been staring at an empty page for two and a half days now,
wondering what I should write to you.
I haven’t had this much trouble playing with words since my
high school engineering thesis on the failures responsible for the partial
meltdown of Three Mile Island nuclear power plant. I’m
still not really sure how I went from ‘engineering student’ to ‘novel writer.’
I can tell you one thing, though. I regret nothing.
Life take unexpected turns sometimes, and that’s part of why
I enjoy writing novels as much as I do—and add magic to the mix.
My name is RJ Blain, and I’m an author. I love fantasy of
all sorts, and I enjoy science fiction, too, although my sci-fi tends to stray
into science fantasy as often as not. I’m a little crazy, or so my friends say,
but I like to think of it as having a colorful personality. Like many readers,
I have a long list of guilty pleasures, an even longer list of unread books I
really should get around to reading one of these days, and an inability to
actually read ‘only one more chapter.’
How is it ‘only one more chapter’ ends with the sun peeking
over the horizon, gritty eyes, and a wee bit of guilt? I’d say I need therapy,
but why would I want to actually do something about that? Who needs sleep anyway? (You know, except for me…)
And since advice seems to be a standard part of letter
writing, although I’m not really sure why,
I’ll leave you with this tidbit: go ahead and read one more chapter and lose a
little sleep. I know we’ve never met and probably never will, but I’ll be right
there with you, losing precious moments of much-needed beauty sleep one page at
a time.
I wouldn’t have it any other way.
With love,
RJ Blain
P.S.: I’m pretty sure I was supposed to use some of this
space to try to sell you one of the book I’ve written, but I’m really bad at
letters but pretty okay about talking about the types of books I like and how
they make me lose sleep. I should be a little sorry about that, but I’m not.
Happy reading!
About the Author
RJ Blain
suffers from a Moleskine journal obsession, a pen fixation, and a terrible
tendency to pun without warning.
When she isn't playing pretend, she likes to think she's a cartographer and a sumi-e painter.
In her spare time, she daydreams about being a spy. Should that fail, her contingency plan involves tying her best of enemies to spinning wheels and quoting James Bond villains until she is satisfied.
When she isn't playing pretend, she likes to think she's a cartographer and a sumi-e painter.
In her spare time, she daydreams about being a spy. Should that fail, her contingency plan involves tying her best of enemies to spinning wheels and quoting James Bond villains until she is satisfied.
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About the Book:
Title:
PLAYING WITH FIRE
Author: R.J. Blain
Publisher: Pen & Page Publishing
Pages: 323
Genre: Fantasy/Romantic Comedy
Author: R.J. Blain
Publisher: Pen & Page Publishing
Pages: 323
Genre: Fantasy/Romantic Comedy
Warning: This
novel contains excessive humor, action, excitement, adventure, magic, romance,
and bodies. Proceed with caution.
What do you get when you mix gorgons, an incubus, and the Calamity Queen? Trouble, and lots of it.
Working as the only human barista at a coffee shop catering to the magical is a tough gig on a good day. Bailey Gardener has few options. She can either keep spiking drinks with pixie dust to keep the locals happy, or spend the rest of her life cleaning up the world’s nastiest magical substances.
Unfortunately for her, Faery Fortunes is located in the heart of Manhattan Island, not far from where Police Chief Samuel Quinn works. If she’d been smart, she never would have agreed to help the man find his wife.
Bailey found her, all right—in the absolutely worst way possible.
One divorce and several years later, Bailey is once again entangled in Chief Quinn’s personal affairs, and he has good reason to hate her. Without her, he wouldn’t be Manhattan’s Most Wanted Bachelor, something he loathes. Without her, he’d still be married.
If only she’d said no when he asked her help, she might have had a chance with him. While her magic worked well, it came with a price: misfortune. Hers.
When Quinn’s former brother-in-law comes to her for help, he leaves her with a cell phone and seventy-five thousand reasons to put her magic to the test. However, when she discovers Quinn’s ex-wife is angling for revenge, Bailey’s tossed in the deep end along with her sexiest enemy.
What do you get when you mix gorgons, an incubus, and the Calamity Queen? Trouble, and lots of it.
Working as the only human barista at a coffee shop catering to the magical is a tough gig on a good day. Bailey Gardener has few options. She can either keep spiking drinks with pixie dust to keep the locals happy, or spend the rest of her life cleaning up the world’s nastiest magical substances.
Unfortunately for her, Faery Fortunes is located in the heart of Manhattan Island, not far from where Police Chief Samuel Quinn works. If she’d been smart, she never would have agreed to help the man find his wife.
Bailey found her, all right—in the absolutely worst way possible.
One divorce and several years later, Bailey is once again entangled in Chief Quinn’s personal affairs, and he has good reason to hate her. Without her, he wouldn’t be Manhattan’s Most Wanted Bachelor, something he loathes. Without her, he’d still be married.
If only she’d said no when he asked her help, she might have had a chance with him. While her magic worked well, it came with a price: misfortune. Hers.
When Quinn’s former brother-in-law comes to her for help, he leaves her with a cell phone and seventy-five thousand reasons to put her magic to the test. However, when she discovers Quinn’s ex-wife is angling for revenge, Bailey’s tossed in the deep end along with her sexiest enemy.
Playing With Fire is available at Amazon.
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