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Fired Up: Book One in the Dreamlight Trilogy (Arcane Society Series 7) Kindle Edition
More than three centuries ago, Nicholas Winters irrevocably altered his genetic makeup in an obsessionfueled competition with alchemist and Arcane Society founder Sylvester Jones. Driven to control their psychic abilities, each man's decision has reverberated throughout the family line, rewarding some with powers beyond their wildest dreams, and cursing others to a life filled with madness and hallucinations.
Jack Winters, descendant of Nicholas, has been experiencing nightmares and blackouts--just the beginning, he believes, of the manifestation of the Winters family curse. The legend says that he must find the Burning Lamp or risk turning into a monster. But he can't do it alone; he needs the help of a woman with the gift to read the lamp's dreamlight.
Jack is convinced that private investigator Chloe Harper is that woman. Her talents for finding objects and accessing dream energy are what will save him, but their sudden and powerful sexual pull threatens to overwhelm them both. Danger surrounds them, and it doesn't take long for Chloe to pick up the trail of the missing lamp. And as they draw closer to the lamp, the raw power that dwells within it threatens to sweep them into a hurricane of psychic force.
- LanguageEnglish
- PublisherBerkley
- Publication dateOctober 28, 2009
- File size1491 KB
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Amazon.com Review
In this Amazon exclusive, we brought together blockbuster authors Catherine Coulter and Jayne Ann Krentz and asked them to interview each other.
Catherine Coulter is a New York Times bestselling author and her books include Whiplash, Knockout, and The Beginning. Read on to see Catherine Coulter's questions for Jayne Ann Krentz, or turn the tables to see what Krentz asked Coulter.
Catherine: Tell me how you developed the Arcane Society. Was it a flash, then you fleshed it out?
Jayne: One way or another, I’ve been working toward the Arcane Society novels my entire career. They combine three elements I have always loved to work with: romance, suspense, and a strong psychic vibe. When I look back, I can see that romance and suspense were always at the core of my stories. As for the psychic stuff, I injected that whenever I thought I could get away with it. Now I’ve got it all in the Arcane books. I am one very happy camper.
Catherine: Tell me about how you came up with the “Curtain” and the worlds of St. Helens and Harmony—green quartz cities and the catacombs. What an amazing imagination you have.
Jayne: These are the futuristic romances that I write under my Jayne Castle name. They involve the same three elements that I love most—romance, suspense, and the psychic thing—but because they are set against a futuristic landscape I get to make up all the rules. The Curtain was my way of explaining how the worlds in these books were colonized by humans. By the way, it was while writing my first futuristic romances that I realized I might be able to write historical romance. That was when I fired up my Amanda Quick career. If you look at the core stories, you can see that there are a lot of similarities between the Jayne Castle books and the Amanda Quick books. Except for the dust bunnies, of course.
Catherine: Speaking of dust bunnies—I love them all—Araminta, Elvis, Max—how did you think of them? Did they, as most characters do, name themselves?
Jayne: All I can tell you is that those dust bunnies sure seemed like a good idea at the time. But the little suckers have taken over the books. It’s like writing cat books. Once you stick cats into books you can’t get rid of them. Same with dust bunnies.
Catherine: I remember you were considering a pseudonym a while back and asked me what I thought. If I remember correctly, I was very much against it since I loved your books. I didn’t think you should change your name, and I’d heard horror stories about published authors who did that, but you went ahead and chose Amanda Quick. And what happened? Horror stories? I don’t think so—you hit the New York Times list right off. (I don’t believe you’ve ever again asked my opinion on anything.) How did all this come about?
Jayne: Nonsense, Catherine, of course I always seek out your advice! But as far as pen names, I assure you I did have a plan. The idea was to see which of my three worlds worked best: the Jayne Ann Krentz contemporaries, the Amanda Quick historicals, or the Jayne Castle futuristics. I intended to pick the one that clicked with readers and drop the other two. I never expected all three to attract an audience, but that is what happened. I am absolutely thrilled, because having these three fictional landscapes keeps me excited as an author. I never get bored. When I come out of one world I am ready to plunge into a different one. I realize that people can’t remember three pen names, but I’m hoping they will remember the word "Arcane.”
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“I’m afraid it’s a fake.” She lowered her senses, turned away from the small statue and looked at Bernard Paddon. “A very fine fake, but a fake, nonetheless.”
“Damn it, are you absolutely certain?” Paddon’s bushy silver brows scrunched together. His face reddened in annoyance and disbelief. “I bought it from Crofton. He’s always been reliable.”
The Paddon collection of antiquities put a lot of big city museums to shame, but it was not open to the public. Paddon was a secretive, obsessive collector who hoarded his treasures in a vault like some cranky troll guarding his gold. He dealt almost exclusively in the notoriously gray world of the underground antiquities market, preferring to avoid the troublesome paperwork, customs requirements and other assorted legal authorizations required to buy and sell in the aboveground, more legitimate end of the trade.
He was, in fact, just the sort of client that Harper Investigations liked to cultivate, the kind that paid the bills. She did not relish having to tell him that his statue was a fake. On the other hand, the client she was representing in this deal would no doubt be suitably grateful.
Paddon had inherited a large number of the Egyptian, Roman and Greek artifacts in the vault from his father, a wealthy industrialist who had built the family fortune in a very different era. Bernard was now in his seventies. Sadly, while he had continued the family traditions of collecting, he had not done such a great job when it came to investing. The result was that these days he was reduced to selling items from his collection in order to finance new acquisitions. He had been counting on the sale of the statue to pay for some other relic he craved.
Chloe was very careful never to get involved with the actual financial end of the transactions. That was an excellent way to draw the attention not only of the police and Interpol but, in her case, the extremely irritating self-appointed psychic cops from Jones & Jones.
Her job, as she saw it, was to track down items of interest and then put buyers and sellers in touch with each other. She collected a fee for her service and then she got the heck out of Dodge, as Aunt Phyllis put it.
She glanced over her shoulder at the statue. “Nineteenth century, I’d say. Victorian era. It was a period of remarkably brilliant fakes.”
“Stop calling it a fake,” Paddon sputtered. “I know fakes when I see them.”
“Don’t feel bad, sir. A lot of major institutions like the British Museum and the Met, not to mention a host of serious collectors such as yourself, have been deceived by fakes and forgeries from that era.”
“Don’t feel bad? I paid a fortune for that statue. The provenance is pristine.”
“I’m sure Crofton will refund your money. As you say, he has a very good reputation. He was no doubt taken in as well. It’s safe to say that piece has been floating around undetected since the eighteen eighties.” Actually she was sure of it. “But under the circumstances, I really can’t advise my client to buy it.”
Paddon’s expression would have been better suited to a bulldog. “Just look at those exquisite hieroglyphs.”
“Yes, they are very well done.”
“Because they were done in the Eighteenth Dynasty,” Paddon gritted. “I’m going to get a second opinion.”
“Of course. If you’ll excuse me, I’ll be on my way.” She picked up her black leather satchel. “No need to show me out.”
She went briskly toward the door.
“Hold on, here.” Paddon rushed after her. “Are you going to tell your client about this?”
“Well, he is paying me for my expert opinion.”
“I can come up with any number of experts who will give him a different opinion, including Crofton.”
“I’m sure you can.” She did not doubt that. The little statue had passed for the real thing since it had been created. Along the way any number of experts had probably declared it to be an original.
“This is your way of negotiating for an additional fee from me, isn’t it, Miss Harper?” Paddon snorted. “I have no problem with that. What number did you have in mind? If it’s reasonable I’m sure we can come to some agreement.”
“I’m sorry, Mr. Paddon. I don’t work that way. That sort of arrangement would be very damaging to my professional reputation.”
“You call yourself a professional? You’re nothing but a two-bit private investigator who happens to dabble in the antiquities market. If I’d known that you were so unknowledgeable I would never have agreed to let you examine the piece. Furthermore, you can bet I’ll never hire you to consult for me.”
“I’m sorry you feel that way, of course, but maybe you should consider one thing.”
“What’s that?” he called after her.
She paused in the doorway and looked back at him. “If you ever did hire me you could rest assured that you would be getting an honest appraisal. You would know for certain that I could not be bought.”
She did not wait for a response. She walked out of the gallery and went down the hall to the foyer of the large house. A woman in a housekeeper’s uniform handed her the still-damp trench coat and floppy-brimmed hat.
Chloe put on the coat. The trench was a gift from her Aunt Phyllis. Phyllis had spent her working years in Hollywood . She claimed she knew how private investigators were supposed to dress because she’d known so many stars who played those kinds of roles. Chloe wasn’t so sure about the style statement, but she liked the convenience of the numerous pockets in the coat.
Outside on the front steps she paused to pull the hat down low over her eyes. It was raining again, and although it was only a quarter to five, it was almost full dark. This was the Pacific Northwest , and it was early December. Darkness and rain came with the territory at this time of year. Some people considered it atmospheric. They didn’t mind the short days because they knew that a kind of karmic balance would kick in come summer when there would be daylight until nearly ten o’clock at night.
Those who weren’t into the yin-yang thing went out and bought special light boxes designed to treat the depressive condition known as SAD, seasonal affective disorder.
She was okay with darkness and rain. But maybe that was be cause of her talent for reading dreamlight. Dreams and darkness went together.
She went down the steps and crossed the vast, circular drive to where her small, nondescript car was parked. The dog sitting patiently in the passenger seat watched her intently as she came toward him. She knew that he had been fixated on the front door of the house, waiting for her to reappear since she had vanished inside forty minutes ago. The dog’s name was Hector, and he had abandonment issues.
When she opened the car door he got excited, just as if she had been gone for a week. She rubbed his ears and let him lick her hand.
“Mr. Paddon is not a happy man, Hector.” The greeting ritual finished, she put the satchel on the backseat and got behind the wheel. “I don’t think we’ll be seeing him as a client of Harper Investigations anytime soon.”
Hector was not interested in clients. Satisfied that she was back, he resumed his customary position, riding shotgun in the passenger seat.
She fired up the engine. She had told Paddon the truth about the little Egyptian queen. It was a fake, and it had been floating around in the private market since the Victorian period. She was certain of that for three reasons, none of which she could explain to Paddon. The first was that her talent allowed her to date objects quite accurately. Reason number two was that she came from a long line of art and antiquities experts. She had been raised in the business.
Reason number three was also straightforward. She had recognized the workmanship and the telltale dreamlight the moment she saw the statue.
“You can’t rat out your own several times great grandfather, Hector, even if he has been dead since the first quarter of the twentieth century. Family is family.”
Norwood Harper had been a master. His work was on display in some of the finest museums in the Western world, albeit not under his own name. And now one of his most charmingly brilliant fakes was sitting in Paddon’s private collection.
It wasn’t the first time she had stumbled onto a Harper fake. Her extensive family tree boasted a number of branches that specialized in fakes, forgeries and assorted art frauds. Other limbs featured individuals with a remarkable talent for deception, illusion and sleight-of-hand. Her relatives all had what could only be described as a true talent for less-than-legal activities.
Her own paranormal ability had taken a different and far less marketable form. She had inherited the ability to read dreamlight from her Aunt Phyllis’s side of the tree. There were few practical applicationsalthough Phyllis had managed to make it pay very welland one really huge downside. Because of that downside, the odds were overwhelming that she would never marry.
Sex wasn’t the problem. But over the course of the past year or two she had begun to lose interest in it. Perhaps that was because she had finally accepted that she would never have a relationship that lasted longer than a few months. Somehow, that realization had removed what little pleasure was left in short-term affairs. In the wake of the fiasco with Fletcher Monroe a few months ago she had settled into celibacy with a sense of enormous relief.
“There is a kind of freedom in the celibate lifestyle,” she explained to Hector.
Hector twitched his ears but otherwise showed no interest in the subject.
She left the street of elegant homes on Queen Anne Hill and drove back downtown through the rain, heading toward her office and apartment in Pioneer Square .
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- ASIN : B002DW936U
- Publisher : Berkley (October 28, 2009)
- Publication date : October 28, 2009
- Language : English
- File size : 1491 KB
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- Screen Reader : Supported
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- Sticky notes : On Kindle Scribe
- Print length : 433 pages
- Best Sellers Rank: #90,862 in Kindle Store (See Top 100 in Kindle Store)
- #177 in Ghost Paranormal Romance
- #347 in Paranormal Ghost Romance
- #525 in Psychic Romance
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The author of over 50 New York Times bestsellers, JAYNE ANN KRENTZ writes romantic-suspense in three different worlds: Contemporary (as Jayne Ann Krentz), historical (as Amanda Quick) and futuristic (as Jayne Castle). There are over 35 million copies of her books in print.
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FIRED UP is a contemporary story about Jack Winters, who has begun to have nightmares and blackouts. He hires Chloe Harper, a private detective, to find the Burning Lamp. Jack also knows that Chloe has the power to work the lamp. Chloe's talent has left her alone because she cannot bear to sleep in the same room with anyone. That has made her romantic relationships difficult. She knows that something is different about Jack and the two find themselves in danger from those who want to kill Jack and take the Burning Lamp.
This is a great romantic suspense book. The story is exciting and moves very quickly. The romance is satisfying and emotional. Jack and Chloe are clearly meant for one another.
For readers of the Arcane series, this book adds a new layer of story. Most of the books have focused on the Jones family and the society. This book is about those on the outside and yet have a connection with society.
One of my favorite parts of this book is getting to see Fallon Jones. He has a great book which is the next contemporary book in the Arcane series. This book introduces his romance story.
Is the book predictable? In the sense of the romance--meaning will it end happily ever after?--the answer is yes. But that is 100% what I'm looking for; I find it satisfying--and I want to know I'll be satisfied--that the hero and heroine will end up happily ever after. But there's also plenty of suspense to keep the plot line from being dry. For me, what makes the suspense fun is the chemistry between Jack and Chloe.
I've already read it twice, and it's still on my bookshelf, so I'll be picking it up again in the future.
Chloe Harper is a P.I., and a dreamlight reader. When Jack hires her to find his missing lamp, it starts them on a journey racing against agents from Nightshade, who want to use the lamp for their own ends.
Book seven in the series is a continuation of the Nightshade arc of the story, where Fallon Jones of Jones & Jones is tracking the twenty-first century cabal using the Founder’s Formula. This is not a standalone book, but you only need to read the contemporary books to get this particular story arc- and this book will contain spoilers for that if you don’t read them first.
It does mention the characters from Burning Lamp, which is book eight in the series, but takes place one hundred and fifteen or so years beforehand.
And finally, it ends with a small setup for Fallon’s book (which is book ten in the series, but the next contemporary one in the series.
This book also begins the first of two trilogies which not only unite all three of Krentz’s pen names, but begin the Jayneverse in a big way. This story, is chronologically the second in the trilogy- Burning Lamp in the Victorian era being the first chronologically, while it ends far into the future on the world of Harmony.
Ultimately, it’s an enjoyable romp, with lots of action, a little paranormal talent, and of course some suspense when coming up against the agents of the big bad.
A bit of romance, and some light humour to round it all out, and you have an entertaining read that paranormal romance fans will love.
Chloe is a private investigator who's talent is dreamlight.
Jack is a Winters and is struck with the family curse.
From the first time they meet, to the last, it was a nonstop ride. There were a couple twists that I sure didn't see, but that's what made the story great!