Friday, October 24, 2014

Book Blast, Giveaway & Interview: Conceiving Evil by @jennafoxrox

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clip_image002Conceiving Evil

Jenna Fox

Genre: Dark erotica/horror/suspense

contains a light BDSM theme

Publisher: Dark Hollows Press

Date of Publication: Release date October 16, 2014

Word Count: 10,577

Cover Artist: Eden Connors

Book Description:

Like everyone else after the economic crash, Abby Torrance was struggling financially. But then Dorian Lincoln, a political and business icon, sweeps her off her feet and into a life of promise. He’s a man who has enough power to change the world for the better, a man who can give hope to the masses, a man who can give Abby a baby.

But the road to Hell is paved with good intentions and Abby is having strange dreams that seem both a warning and a prophecy.

How can she give the evil undertones of her dreams any notice when she’s busy focusing on conceiving?

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Conceiving Evil Teaser (7)


Dammit to hell. I can’t even enjoy a movie.

The nighttime air bit at my skin as thoughts of him chomped at my brain. He’d polluted me like a poison that spread throughout my mind and body, seizing every thought, leaving no rest. I loved horror movies and yet I couldn’t recall a single scene. Jimmie kept glancing at me, concern etching his face all the way through the ninety-minute show.

Soon Jimmie and I walked out of the theater, my hand resting in the crook of his elbow. Bitterness raged inside, heating my face against the breeze when I saw the limo roll toward us. He found me like he always said he would, but three fucking hours late.

I knew I wasn’t Dorian’s top priority, and I’d made some progress at keeping my jealousy under control, but no woman wanted to be shoved to the side every time it was convenient for a man. I tightened my grip on Jimmie’s sleeve and pulled him along just as the driver stepped into our path. I gave the chauffeur a shotgun-glare as he motioned me to the car. “Miss Torrance, Mr. Lincoln is waiting.”

My heart skipped ten beats, I couldn’t tear my eyes away when the dark window lowered and Dorian tousled his ebony hair with his fingers. He wasn’t in his usual attire, a business suit. Tonight he presented himself in casual wear. His sharp, handsome features were expressionless.

I closed my eyes, digging deep for the strength to tell him to get lost for standing me up, but I knew the words would never make it past my lips. I was a fool to entertain the thought. One look from those black eyes sifted me like wheat. Dorian practically owned me. That man was my tempter and my savior wrapped into one.

I met him at the lowest point of my life, after my mother died of cancer. The three jobs I was working to keep my head above water and pay off her medical bills were about to do me in physically. While I was waiting tables at the country club, Dorian swooped in from out of nowhere and rescued me like an injured bird. His amazing sixth sense alerted him that life was too much for me, and he offered me a strong shoulder to cry on. The floodgates opened and I unloaded my personal problems. Dorian Lincoln promised those problems would disappear with a simple acceptance of his proposition: give him power over my body, something Bianca wouldn’t allow.

Lifting my palm to Jimmie’s cheek, I smiled. “Thanks for the movie. I’ll call you next week.”

“He’s a prick. You deserve better, Abby!” Jimmie yelled, as I eased myself inside the limo.

Dorian opened a small refrigerator under the seat, his hands cupping the base of a champagne glass. “You’ve wasted no time finding another way of entertaining yourself this evening.”

“You wasted no time in standing me up,” I scoffed.

When I left his office that afternoon, Dorian said he wanted me for some ‘quality time.’ Eight-thirty rolled around before I realized he was a no-show. The food got cold and eventually the long stemmed candles I lit for dinner burned out, along with my patience.

“Meetings...clients,” he said.

Top secret meetings and clients were always the excuse. The coldness in his voice was a sword to my heart, a reminder of my temporary ranking in his life. I held on tight to his promise of our relationship becoming more when the time was right.

His stony expression broke into a devious grin. “You look beautiful in that dress and your enthusiasm is charming. But watching you masturbate will reimburse me, Miss Torrance.”

My stomach dropped and quivered as I pressed my thighs together. He was going to punish me.

I tugged at the straps of the red shoes he’d bought me, eyeing him as he sipped from the flute and moved his gaze toward the window. Overtaken by the need to be the object of his fascination, I almost begged him to turn those onyx eyes back on me. His attention was the only thing that kept me from going under.

“Dorian, please I-”

My words were cut off with the sharp turn of his head. Relief came in a warm caress, but suspicion moved in with a lift of his brow. The small amount of light coming through the tinted windows deepened the masculine angles of his face, lending them a sternness that echoed in his voice.

“No other men. I thought I was quite clear about that when we discussed the terms of our agreement, three months ago.”

“Jimmie is just a friend.”

“Jimmie is a man. A distraction.”

“A distraction from being pissed. I don’t like being stood up.”

I sounded so offended, but I had no right. Closing my eyes I regrouped, reminding myself that I freely agreed to make myself available to him. Dorian kept up his end of the arrangement. He took care of me, changed my life for the better. My phone stopped ringing from creditors, he gave me a great job at his company, and I had food on the table in a fabulous apartment. He seemed to know my every need before I voiced them. I could push aside my hostility and take his punishment and occasional negligence.

“You are mine, all mine.” he announced.

His words, saturated with power and ownership, sustained my hungry heart. I could hold out as long as it took, accepting the way things had to be until Bianca was more emotionally stable, and Dorian could ask her for a divorce. I had waited longer on losers, lazy assholes who wouldn’t work in a pie factory. This time I had struck gold.

Reaching over, I grabbed the seat when Dorian impatiently knocked on the divider and the limo picked up speed.

  Conceiving Evil Teaser (2)


Did you always wanted to be a writer? If not what did you want to be?

First of all, thanks for having me, Jeanine!

I didn’t get serious about writing until I was in my late thirties. When I was younger I would pen short stories, and as a child I would write short poems.

When did you first consider yourself a “writer”?

After I published my second book. Until then, I felt like I was just playing around with a dream.

How long did it take to get your first book published?

I never had the desire to be traditionally published until I self published my third book. When I wrote the fourth book, Conceiving Evil, I pitched it to publishers on a whim, fully expecting rejection. When two presses showed interest, I was floored and ecstatic because it’s such a dark story. I thought nobody in the romance community would want it. I’m glad I put it out there.

Do you do another job except for writing and can you tell us more about it?

Yes, I help teachers in an elementary school. Nobody knows what Mrs. Fox does after hours.

What is the name of your latest book, and if you had to summarize it in less than 20 words what would you say?

Conceiving Evil. Not your feel good romance. It’s dark, thought provoking and hot. Will send a sexy shiver down your spine.

Who is your publisher? Or do you self-publish?

Dark Hollows Press. I must say I’m impressed with DHP, they have a wonderful, professional staff.

How long does it usually take you to write a book, from the original idea to finishing writing it?

That all depends on how developed the characters and scenes are inside my head. I don’t write everyday and I don’t put pressure on myself to write. Reading is the most valuable tool a writer has, and for me the words come when they want. I have no control over it. It could take me three months to write 10K words or it could take two hours. I’m simply amazed at some authors who berate themselves for not writing a set amount of words a day. I don’t want writing to become something I have to do versus something I want to do.

What can we expect from you in the future? ie More books of the same genre? Books of a different genre?

You can expect more of the same. Erotica with subtle horror.

What genre would you place your books into?

I guess it would have to be erotica, although true erotica won’t work if the sex is taken out of the plot. I use graphic sexual descriptions in my books, but my stories would still work without it.

What made you decide to write that genre of book?

I wanted a challenge. Erotica is one of the hardest genres to write.

Do you have a favorite character from your books?

And why are they your favorite? Hunt Blackwater. He overcame a tough childhood and persevered through some dire circumstances he had no control over.

How long have you been writing?, and who or what inspired you to write?

I wasn’t serious about it until the last few years. Ten years prior, a friend encouraged me to take a bigger step forward after she read a short story I wrote.

Do you have a certain routine you have for writing? ie You listen to music, sit in a certain chair?

No routine. I write when the words come. There are days/weeks I don’t write at all. I mostly read.

Do you read all the reviews of your book/books?

Yes I do. Shouldn’t every author? When somebody takes the time to buy, read and review your book the least you can do is see what they have to say.

Do you choose a title first, or write the book then choose the title?

It’s different each time. Sometimes I don’t have a title until I’m forced to make one, and sometimes I have a title while I’m writing.

How do you come up with characters names and place names in your books?

There were many times I was well into writing a book before I decided on the ‘official’ name of a character. One time I got half way through a first draft and decided to change a main character’s name. When I started the rewrite, the change was time consuming.

Are character names and place names decided after their creation?

Or do you pick a character/place name and then invent them? It always starts with a faceless, nameless person. I have a need to know their faults before I can build on other things, like their occupation and physical traits.

Do you decide on character traits (ie shy, quiet, tomboy girl) before writing the whole book or as you go along?

Sometimes, but with Conceiving Evil those things fell into place as I got half way through the first draft.

Are there any hidden messages or morals contained in your books? (Morals as in like Aesops Fables type of "The moral of this story is..")

I don’t always make it a point to bring out a moral or a lesson. In Sealed in Blood, I used a situation where the main character placed their trust in all the wrong people.

Which format of book do you prefer, eBook, hardback, or paperback?

I totally love eReaders, they’re a bookstore at your fingertips. You can even change fonts and take notes, but nothing replaces the smell and feel of a real book.

What is your favorite book and Why? Have you read it more than once?

My favorite book was Heaven is Real by Todd Burpo. I read it one time, might read it again someday.

Do you think books transfer to movies well? Which is you favorite/worst book to movie transfer?

Some of them do, some don’t. I think it depends on the talent of directors, screenwriters and actors. However, I thought Stephen King’s Carrie was a much better movie than book. I’ve watched Carrie a million times, but only read the book once.

Your favorite food is?

Ice cream.

Your favorite singer/group is?

Ah, so many! I’m a product of the 80’s, so Rick Springfield rates pretty high on the scale.

Your favorite color is?


Your favorite Author is?

Stephen King


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Jenna Fox is a civilized hillbilly, mother, author and wife residing in Eastern Tennessee. She enjoys reading and jotting down poetry in her spare time. Besides juggling a busy family life, Fox reviews and critiques for other authors and crafts her own dark erotic tales. Stories always feature a mysterious alpha male with unexpected twists to shock the reader. She believes in HFN and HEA endings, although not always in a romantic or conventional way.

Her work is born from real life experiences, an overactive imagination and a consuming caffeine addiction. Sometimes she finds herself writing sex scenes on fast food napkins and store receipts while waiting in traffic, but she’s always guilty of keeping her mind in the gutter. Fox is a listener of hard rock music and a watcher of classic slasher films. In short, she’s a writer, a storyteller, able to make a boo-boo all better with just one kiss and a proud, world class expert at screwing up recipes and scaring away closet monsters. She believes in ghosts and God and is absolutely convinced chocolate soothes the savage beast.

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