Stone Chameleon! Sample Peek inside the latest hot new series from Jocelyn Adams

You hopefully already know Jocelyn from her Lila Gray series that began with The Glass Man. If you don’t, you should! She’s one talented lady and a fellow Pen sister I’ve had the pleasure of sharing the publishing path with for several years now. Jocelyn has a brand spanking new urban fantasy series called “Ironhill Jinn” and I have all the deets, including an excerpt to share:

Stone Chameleon 300dpiTitle:  Stone Chameleon

Series:  Ironhill Jinn, book #1

Genre:  Urban Fantasy

Publisher:  MuseItUp Publishing

Release Date:  May 24, 2013


When a series of unusual murders point to Lou Hudson, Ironhill’s equal rights advocate, as the primary suspect, she has but one choice: find the real perpetrator before her trial begins or face execution.

Lou, the last of the jinn, survives by hiding her abilities after the rest of the elementals fell victim to genocide. As a preternatural pest exterminator and self-proclaimed guardian of the innocent, she’s accustomed to trudging through the dregs of society. Hunting down a pesky murderer should be easy, especially with help from the dashing and mischievous local media darling.

For Lou, though, nothing is ever simple. When she discovers the killer’s identity, to reveal it would unearth her secret and go against her strict moral code, resulting in a deadly catch twenty-two.


A flare shot over the rooftops to our left. I dove at Blake and slammed him to the pavement as another column of fire streaked toward us. The flames seared my back. The dragon bat was not a happy camper. Someone landed on my backside, crushing a grunt out of me and pounding my shoulder blade while Blake gasped beneath me.

“Bloody hell, Amun,” I said, before I realized he did it to put out the flames eating up my shirt. “Oh, I see. Thanks.”

He pulled me up, and the three of us ducked behind a car in the parking lot beside the Whip and Tickle, a vampire fetish-wear shop. The owl-sized bat swooped over us again, blasting an inferno that exploded the front window of the shop, sending studded leather and melted mannequins onto the sidewalk.

Three of the other creatures we’d hunted lay dead on other streets, the scorpion included, all by my sword when I’d been left with two options: kill or die. Twelve more were contained in three trucks. The bat remained the only unwelcome visitor in Fangtown. Other than us, of course.

“This is madness, Lou.” Amun panted beside me, his arms rising to shield his head as the bat exhaled on a Mini Cooper two cars over, the crackling and popping suggesting we should find a new hiding place.

“I agree with Mr. Bassili,” Blake said, his drawl worsening with his fright. “What the hell in a hand grenade do we do now?”

Rudy poked his almost translucent head out from behind the newspaper boxes he dove behind during the first fiery blast. The poor guy shook so badly I’d have been surprised if he could see anything. I gestured to him to stay put. “We’ve scared it, not something you want to do to a dragon bat.” A deep exhalation centered me enough to think. “I seem to recall the pecking order in a colony of bats. If we want protection from the dominants, we must present an offering of food.”

“And that helps us how?” Amun, his face blackened with soot and smeared with dirt, tilted to rest against the tire of the car, appearing as frazzled as I’d ever seen him. The sight induced a belly laugh that wouldn’t be contained.

He took on a strange expression of one eyebrow cocked and a half-grin, as if he wasn’t sure whether to be amused or offended. “What?”

I waved him off. “Nothing, I think I’m just losing my marbles.” Rising up enough to see around the car to Rudy, I shouted, “Rudy, do you have any rodents in your truck? Rats or mice?”

“No,” he hollered back, “but I can call some for you.”

I nodded. “As fast as you can.”

Flapping came from our rears. Crackling. A blast tossed the front of a car up until it crashed down on its hood, crushing a Mazda behind it.

“Move!” I shoved at Amun and tugged Blake toward the back of the fetish shop, since it was much closer than the front where flames still poured out of the broken window. Amun kicked out with a startling force against the wooden door. It took three tries, but it finally gave. My, but he was strong. We rushed inside and crouched behind a cement wall beside a set of stairs leading down.

“What do you want the rats for?” Amun asked with obvious suspicion. “Tell me you don’t want one of us to go out there and dangle something for that thing to come and snatch, probably toasting us to a golden brown in the process? Because I think I’ve grown a healthy dose of sympathy for marshmallows right about now.”

“Don’t worry, Amun. I’m going, not you. We just need to listen for Rudy to come back, if he hasn’t chickened out and run for the hills. Hopefully rats like to hang out here and aren’t snapped up for evening snacks.” There was a reason the umikan stuck to small, normal pests, other than his ability to talk to them. Although he’d deal with the scarier stuff when the need called for it, he usually didn’t have enough courage to fill a thimble.

“What?” Amun palmed his forehead. “You can’t be serious.” He gestured toward the door. “Have you been oblivious to the destruction that thing caused just in the last ten minutes? It’s pissed, and I don’t think it’s going to care about some little morsel you offer it.” His frown tugged at his features. “Why are you smiling like that?”

I shrugged, hopped up on adrenaline and enjoying the sight of the great Amun Bassili squirming. “This is what I do for a living.”

“You’re enjoying this?” Both of his eyebrows jacked up.

“Yup,” Blake said, rolling his eyes and chuckling from deep in his belly. “Weirdest broad I ever knew. Takes a bit of starch outta the ole manhood, don’t it?”

I wiped the char from my hands onto my jeans. “To do a job one takes no pride in is a travesty, in my opinion.”

At Rudy’s shout from beyond the wall, I said, “Stay here. Don’t come out until I call or you could send the bat into fits again.”


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Jocelyn AdamsAbout the Author:

Jocelyn Adams grew up on a cattle farm in Lakefield and has remained a resident of Southern Ontario her entire life, most recently in Muskoka. She has worked as a computer geek, a stable hand, a secretary, and spent most of her childhood buried up to the waist in an old car or tractor engine with her mechanically inclined dad. But mostly, she’s a dreamer with a vivid imagination and a love for dark fantasy (and a closet romantic — shhh!). When she isn’t shooting her compound bow in competition or writing, she hangs out with her husband and young daughter at their little house in the woods.



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Stone Chameleon

Stephanie Lawton on: “Writing happy endings for psychotic characters” #Need

Guess who’s visiting me today? Stephanie Lawton, author of Want and her newly released followup, Need. She’s going to talk a bit about Need and I think the post’s title kind of gives you a preview of what’s to come. So, turning over the keys now….heeeere’s Stephanie. Meet you again at the bottom.


Need.v4-finalThanks so much to Claire for letting me spread my crazy around on her blog today, and helping get the word out about NEED. (Those are her kind words scrawled across the top of the cover.)

Here’s the thing: I don’t write normal, happy characters. Many of us don’t. Sure, all books need conflict and emotional turmoil of some degree to be interesting, but isn’t it more fun to take conflict and turmoil and trap them in an insane asylum, then dump them out on the front lawn and see what they do to each other in front of the neighbors?

Answer: Hell, yeah.

These kinds of characters make conflict easy, but they must also be handled with care or else they can become melodramatic, unrealistic, and worst of all, readers won’t be able to relate to them. Tortured souls, more than most, need careful arcs that show personal growth. It doesn’t have to (and arguably shouldn’t) be obvious, but when readers turn the last page, they must feel mostly satisfied and happy with the main characters’ newfound place in the World of Good Decisions.

Not so easy when the main character is unreliable at best and a depressed, agoraphobic asshat who can’t keep it in his pants at his worst. Enter Isaac Laroche in NEED. So many readers hated him at the end of WANT that they wondered why on earth I’d devote a follow-up to him.

(Pssst! Here’s a secret: Life is not black and white. Same goes for people—they’re rarely all villain or all hero.) In NEED, we get to see events though his eyes, we experience his shame, self-hate and compulsions, but we also get to see him slowly come out of his fog.Want cover w. blurb FINAL

It’s this slow, careful ascent from the pits of hell that helps readers get behind a previously unlikeable character. The change can’t be immediate like the clichéd parting of the clouds, nor can it come from without the character. Sure, other characters help influence the narrator, but ultimately it’s up to him to change organically.

Will a character like Isaac wake up, change his wicked ways and become a well-balanced superhero with a wifey, two-point-five children and a house with a white picket fence? Not likely. Instead, he’ll have to settle for a Happy for Now with the possibility of finding his Happily Ever After … whatever that looks like.


Thanks, Stephanie. Me likey the crazy!

Now you know you want to read Need…but if you haven’t read Want yet, be sure to buy that one and read it too. They be some awesome bookends of crazy.

 More About Need:

Isaac Laroche is cursed. All he wants to do is hide out and feel sorry for himself. Never mind that he got caught sleeping with his seventeen-year-old piano student, or that he abandoned her when the truth was exposed.

Isaac’s feisty high school sweetheart has different plans. Heather Swann has returned to their hometown of Mobile, Alabama, to regroup after breaking up with her troll of a fiancé. She’s restless and looking for a diversion, but she bites off more than she can chew when she sets her sights on rehabilitating Isaac with her unorthodox sexual, mental, and physical plans.

The two quickly reconnect, but their happiness is threatened by family secrets, old vendettas and the death of a beloved father-figure.

Can Heather handle Isaac’s baggage, or will her own come back to haunt them both?

Here’s where you can pick up a copy of Need:

For more information about Stephanie, including other books (**cough** May 22nd **cough**) she has planned, go to: