Fire’s
Field
The
Elementals Series
Book
2
Jillian
Jacobs
Book Description:
Bound by a dark enchantment, only
an elemental flame can light the way.
Vengeance
Forged in rage and sorrow, a dark
witch’s spell travels down her ancestral line to Violet Levina. Enchanted with
the power of the entire Electromagnetic spectrum—microwaves, gamma rays, radio
waves, Violet is cursed with limitless energy and the obligation to destroy an
insidious creature composed of dark matter.
Justice
For over five hundred years, Flint
has served as Fire, aiding Earth’s environment and its people as one of four
Elementals. Yet only once in his long existence has he been burned. A flaming
redhead ignites the embers of his heart, but he finds her resistant to the heat
building between them.
Illumination
Knowing she must fulfill her
destiny, Violet travels to her ancestral home in Ireland, accompanied by the
fiery Elemental. Not fooled by his charms and brazen demeanor, Violet wishes
only to shield him from the coming battle, but can’t deny the flames of desire
flickering when she is at his side.
Love
While standing together against
unrelenting adversaries, false friends, family betrayals, and an underlying
seed of darkness, they must burn bright or the ruthless power behind the
ancient spell will turn everything to ash.
With Flint as her beacon in a field
of darkness, Violet will discover that love holds the most powerful magic of
all.
Fire’s
Field Prologue Excerpt:
They were coming
for her.
On the eve of her
mother’s 25th birthday, a young witch fought back chills as the sounds of
braying bloodhounds echoed through the forest. A single red stroke, mixed with
the faintest purple, lit the darkening sky, as night, along with death, crept
closer.
At the banks of
River Nore, Sorcha rocked back and forth, tears of innocence-lost escaping down
her cheeks. Heart splintering, she searched her memory for a spell to ease her
mother’s torment. With her hands locked in the fabric of her mother’s woolen dress,
she chanted pleas to the Goddess Isis to hear her cries and heal her mother.
To no avail.
The only answer
came in the form of the demon’s sickness dripping from her mother’s mouth in a
sludge of grimy gray mud.
Fear unlike
anything she’d ever felt iced her heart, as once more she begged, swore her
very life in exchange for the continued beat of her mother’s heart.
A piercing pain
shot through her overburdened mind as the beast fought to break through her
mental shields. Weakened by her angst and un-tested youth, she left a crack
exposed, and the beast slipped in. Squinting her eyes closed, her entire body
shaking with the will to deny the sick beast entrance, she couldn’t prevent his
foul words from seeping through.
“Your mother paid
for her defiance, for her inability to accept this gift only I could give her.
Look at you simpering and shaking, if you weren’t so weak I’d use you, but no
matter, I’ll be back.”
Drained from
holding back the tempest, Sorcha let loose true sobs for the loss of the deepest
love of her life, her solid fortress during every storm, the lyrical voice
singing away her nightmares. Ignoring her drenched skirts, she released all her
torment against her mother’s breast, barely catching the beat of her mother’s
weakening heart between each aching moan torn from the depths of her soul.
No one came to her
aid. No one soothed her broken spirit.
The sounds of the
hounds drew closer, their howls a mad cacophony in her surreal world. The
yellow-glow from fire-tipped sticks, created a mystical glow in the woods
before her. Snaps and cracks of branches reverberated across the forest as the
frenzied townspeople advanced to accuse and convict one of their own—a witch.
About
the Author:
In the spring of 2013, Jillian
Jacobs changed her career path and became a romance writer. After reading for
years, she figured writing a romance would be quick and easy. Nope! With the
guidance of the Indiana Romance Writers of America chapter, she’s learned there
are many "rules" to writing a proper romance. Being re-schooled has
been an interesting journey, and she hopes the best trails are yet to be
traveled.
Water’s Threshold, the first in
Jillian’s Elementals series, was a finalist in Chicago-North’s 2014 Fire and
Ice contest in the Women’s Fiction category.
Jillian is a: Tea Guzzler, Polish
Pottery Hoarder, and lover of all things Moose.
The genres she writes under are:
Paranormal and Contemporary with suspenseful elements.
