Friday, November 23, 2018

Guest Blog: Mostly Innocent by J.M. Jinks (@AuthorJMJinks, @champagnebooks, @RoxanneRhoads)

UFI welcomes Author J.M. Jinks. Thanks for Joining us!!

Dear readers,

I am J.M. Jinks, the author of Mostly Innocent, A Powers That Be Novel #1. Mostly Innocent is an urban fantasy novel. What makes an urban fantasy unique versus a high fantasy, is that it is set in the real world. Mostly Innocent is set in Palm Springs, California. Being a  Southern California native, my love and adoration for  all things California definitely shines in the book. Growing up, I loved to visit Palm Springs! But as an adult I love it even more.

Palm Springs has a unique vibrancy that makes it such an eccentric, quirky city. Known for its drag bars, mid-century modern architecture, swimming pools, art galleries, and golf courses—it’s such a fun place. My husband and I love to make the drive out and have brunch there.

Layla loves Palm Springs because, being a succubus, she likes the heat. She blames her love all things hot on the demon inside of her—who came straight from the flaming depths of hell. Palm Springs is where Layla lives, but expect to visit a lot of the South Western US in the book. Layla goes to Coachella Valley, San Diego, and even Las Vegas.

I hope you enjoy getting to know Layla and follow her along the various cities in the book.

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J.M. Jinks was born and raised in Southern California. She lives with her husband, two dogs, and two cats in her hometown. J.M. has a Bachelor’s in French and a Master’s of Education. She is a teacher by day and a writer by night. J.M. and her husband welcomed a baby boy in May 2018.

J.M. has always had a love of reading that progressed into writing. Mostly Innocent is her first completed manuscript.

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Mostly Innocent
A Powers That Be #1
Meet Layla James, your typical smart and snarky chick—except for the whole succubus thing. After nearly a millennium on Earth, Layla’s settled down in a boring life in Palm Springs, until a smoking-hot hunter comes to arrest her for murder. But Layla knows the rules—she'd never kill someone and incite the wrath of The Powers That Be.

Elijah Daines is a hunter, maintaining the balance of good and evil in the mortal realm, his power stronger than any hunter she’s ever encountered. Plus, he’s a seriously sexy distraction. Too bad he’s accused her of a crime she didn't commit.

As the killer continues a murder spree that not only frames Layla but threatens to expose the existence of supernatural creatures to humans, Layla and Elijah team up to investigate. Hopefully, they can fight off their escalating attraction for each other long enough to exonerate her and stop the murder madness.


He approached the counter. I, or maybe my succubus, decided on a whim I would not be intimidated by his power. I wasn’t sure where my sudden courage came from. He had to have felt my succubus signature. We weren’t a violent race when we controlled our urges. I’m Queen of Control over here. I’m sure he knows I won’t, hurt him. Right?
But why was he here? Something must have been wrong.
As I walked toward him, I got a better look. His dark hair was in slight disarray and his bright blue eyes scoured my face. He towered over me in every sense of the word.
He and Jolene should go back-to-back so I can get an accurate measure of his height.
I shook away my thoughts of him—it was obvious he came here on a mission. Greek god or not, he was still a hunter, and I—I was a product of evil, aka something he hunts.
“Succubus,” he growled. The one little word was filled with eons of unabashed hatred. The word vibrated through me. All hopes of him wanting a new bathroom paint color vanished. No, this visit wasn’t going to be pleasant, not at all.
Perhaps I could seduce him. Hell, he could do me right on the floor of aisle nine next to the light fixtures, if it kept him from killing me. I bit my lip. But…hunters weren’t typically susceptible to succubi charms. A failed attempt of Aprhodisia could earn more problems.
I released a breath. Some buried deep natural instinct rolled through me again. With that feeling, I decided to stand my ground. I looked him in the eyes, stood up straighter, and replied, “Hunter?”