The Pen & Muse Review: The Jaguar and the Redhead by Lynne Tierney
If you like paranormal, contemporary romance then you will love The Jaguar and the Redhead. This story follows two amazing characters, Elejandro and Robina in the deep jungles of the South Pacific. Robina is Wyoman, a psychic and buffalo rancher while Elejando a scientist and shape shifting jaguar. After being thrown together due to the crash of their plane, they are together traveling through to the jungles and they encounter people that are being enslaved by an evil man. Together with the villagers of those being oppressed in order to stop Wosley and his ruthless gang of thugs from exploiting the villagers for mining. Sparks and passions will fly with both Elejandro and Robina, but will that be enough to stop Wosley and save them? You will have to find out! I enjoyed this read as both characters were interesting, the story was contemporary with that paranormal that made the characters really great to like. Those romance readers that love hot romance and magical characters then you cannot miss this one. The story will have you turning pages wanting to find out more.
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The Jaguar and the Redhead
A shape shifting Latino research scientist from New York and a telepathic Wyoman buffalo rancher are thrown together following a plane crash on a remote island in the South Pacific. During a recent raid on his research compound, Elejandro¹s yacht and his assistant, Jerry were taken by Gunther Wolsey and his gang of mercenaries. Without the yacht, Robina is stranded, so she agrees to help him get them back. And, while enduring a hefty wallop of jungle life during their four-day canoe journey to Luizao, where Gunther and his gunslingers hang out, Elejandro brings Robina¹s most secret sexual fantasies to fruition.
In Luizao, they find Gunther forcing hundreds of Latino farmers to either slave in a massive open pit gold mine or loot sacred Incan golden artifacts hidden deep in a dangerous cave. To rid the island of Gunther¹s gang, the villagers join forces with Robina, Jerry and Elejandro and the conflict escalates.
While embroiled in outwitting the gang, the professor and the redheaded telepath still make time for sharing their red hot chemistry. But, will Robina lose interest in developing her own latent powers after Elejandro¹s black jaguar displays its fierce killing power? Will it wipe out happily-ever-after thoughts?
In Luizao, they find Gunther forcing hundreds of Latino farmers to either slave in a massive open pit gold mine or loot sacred Incan golden artifacts hidden deep in a dangerous cave. To rid the island of Gunther¹s gang, the villagers join forces with Robina, Jerry and Elejandro and the conflict escalates.
While embroiled in outwitting the gang, the professor and the redheaded telepath still make time for sharing their red hot chemistry. But, will Robina lose interest in developing her own latent powers after Elejandro¹s black jaguar displays its fierce killing power? Will it wipe out happily-ever-after thoughts?
Release Date November 11, 2010
EXCERPT:
Elejandro sidled up to Robina. “You don’t want to embarrass me with a rejection, do you?” He glanced around at the noisy groups. The guys will notice and think you’re getting a little choosy. Now teach me how to dance the ‘forro’.”
She blew out a relaxing breath and loosened her tight stomach muscles. “My pleasure. It’s easy. Your right leg goes between my legs. The idea is to stay wedged together. Real close.” With his deep golden fiery eyes burning into hers and dark hair flowing down his molded bronzed back, he was indisputably sensually magnificent. Mentally blotting out the noise and the dangerous atmosphere, she wrapped herself up in his muscular arms and vibrant energy.
While they were in position and waiting for the music to begin again, she pushed her newly colored brown hair off her forehead and looked up at him. “Move the hips . . . pay attention to the hips. That’s the main focus when it comes to the forro.”
The music started and her right hand held his left one. His right hand slipped around her back, and her left hand circled his neck. Left, left, right, right. Shuffle and slide. With their thighs glued together, moving as one, she encouraged him to vary direction and dance in a circle like some of the others. He surprised her when he spun her around in various ways.
Part of the music now, completely blind to the dancers around her, she poured herself more and more into the rhythmic beat. The stifling, violently hot, humid environs no longer bothered her. With her hips grinding against his and setting off a painful torturous pleasure between her legs, she quickly became caught up in the frantic rhythm of the squeeze box, triangle and drum. No doubt about it: forro was unquestionably the sexiest folk dance on earth.
In Spanish, the band members sang songs that spoke of longing, jealousy and passion, and she wrapped herself up in a rapturous trance. As an alien in this island of impenetrable jungle growth, she was surprised by the way she responded to the rhythm of this local dance. Forro was in her blood. All she needed was the chance to experience it.
She knew Elejandro’s Spanish blood—with a heavy splash of African roots—was caught up in its wildness, too. He claimed a good deal of the dance floor as his own, completely lost in the moment.
Desperate to celebrate her youth and good health after her close brush with death last week, she’d been dying to be swirled off and carried away by the music. Responding to her needs, she entangled herself in his arms. Grinding her pelvis against his, she allowed the wildness of his animal spirit to enter her body and drug her. Intoxicated, she fed off his mind-bending energy and allowed his sparkling golden eyes and earthy scent to relay magical heated messages. With his thigh insinuated between hers, a whirlwind of sound and desire swept her up in a whirlwind of passion.
With Elejandro’s heat running red hot, she sensed the beast within him. His aroma, thick, rich, sharp and musky, awakened something inside her that produced a rush of cosmic all-embracing energy. With her cheek against his, strong vibrations assailed her. Tingly electricity flashes zapped her cells, tissue and bones in an increasingly dizzying onslaught. Entwined in his exotic aura, she danced with the jaguar, the symbol of femininity, sleekness and sensuality.
Elejandro’s gasp brought her out of her reverie. When the music stopped, he spoke in a whisper. “Look at the man standing at the far end of the bar. The one with the wild unruly black hair. That’s Gunther. I’m sure of it. The description we were given … the mouth full of gold teeth, tight ray-bans … short, stocky, the muscles of a weight lifter. Even the scar pulling down the side of his mouth fits the description.”
Robina froze for a moment. “He knows what you look like, doesn’t he?”
“Yeah. He probably does. If his boys spied on Jerry, it’s only natural to assume they monitored me for awhile and took my picture.” Pulling his hair back, he tied it in a knot at the back of his head and put his baseball hat back on, dipping the brim low in front.
A sickening chill raced through her. She’d experienced it once before when she found herself hopelessly lost in the jungle. She’d been ensnared in the rushing hungry gloom, vines sprouting all around her, while she’d desperately tried to escape from the strange shapes and menacing shadows.
Taking Elejandro’s hand, she led him away from the perimeter of the dance floor and into the center where sweaty bodies picked up the beat of the next song. “Let’s dance,” she said into his ear, “just push your head into my hair and let me lead you out of here.”
Moments later, when a drunken guy directed a few lewd comments their way as they slipped out the entrance, she hoped Gunther wouldn’t be too curious about the objects of the jerk’s derision.
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She blew out a relaxing breath and loosened her tight stomach muscles. “My pleasure. It’s easy. Your right leg goes between my legs. The idea is to stay wedged together. Real close.” With his deep golden fiery eyes burning into hers and dark hair flowing down his molded bronzed back, he was indisputably sensually magnificent. Mentally blotting out the noise and the dangerous atmosphere, she wrapped herself up in his muscular arms and vibrant energy.
While they were in position and waiting for the music to begin again, she pushed her newly colored brown hair off her forehead and looked up at him. “Move the hips . . . pay attention to the hips. That’s the main focus when it comes to the forro.”
The music started and her right hand held his left one. His right hand slipped around her back, and her left hand circled his neck. Left, left, right, right. Shuffle and slide. With their thighs glued together, moving as one, she encouraged him to vary direction and dance in a circle like some of the others. He surprised her when he spun her around in various ways.
Part of the music now, completely blind to the dancers around her, she poured herself more and more into the rhythmic beat. The stifling, violently hot, humid environs no longer bothered her. With her hips grinding against his and setting off a painful torturous pleasure between her legs, she quickly became caught up in the frantic rhythm of the squeeze box, triangle and drum. No doubt about it: forro was unquestionably the sexiest folk dance on earth.
In Spanish, the band members sang songs that spoke of longing, jealousy and passion, and she wrapped herself up in a rapturous trance. As an alien in this island of impenetrable jungle growth, she was surprised by the way she responded to the rhythm of this local dance. Forro was in her blood. All she needed was the chance to experience it.
She knew Elejandro’s Spanish blood—with a heavy splash of African roots—was caught up in its wildness, too. He claimed a good deal of the dance floor as his own, completely lost in the moment.
Desperate to celebrate her youth and good health after her close brush with death last week, she’d been dying to be swirled off and carried away by the music. Responding to her needs, she entangled herself in his arms. Grinding her pelvis against his, she allowed the wildness of his animal spirit to enter her body and drug her. Intoxicated, she fed off his mind-bending energy and allowed his sparkling golden eyes and earthy scent to relay magical heated messages. With his thigh insinuated between hers, a whirlwind of sound and desire swept her up in a whirlwind of passion.
With Elejandro’s heat running red hot, she sensed the beast within him. His aroma, thick, rich, sharp and musky, awakened something inside her that produced a rush of cosmic all-embracing energy. With her cheek against his, strong vibrations assailed her. Tingly electricity flashes zapped her cells, tissue and bones in an increasingly dizzying onslaught. Entwined in his exotic aura, she danced with the jaguar, the symbol of femininity, sleekness and sensuality.
Elejandro’s gasp brought her out of her reverie. When the music stopped, he spoke in a whisper. “Look at the man standing at the far end of the bar. The one with the wild unruly black hair. That’s Gunther. I’m sure of it. The description we were given … the mouth full of gold teeth, tight ray-bans … short, stocky, the muscles of a weight lifter. Even the scar pulling down the side of his mouth fits the description.”
Robina froze for a moment. “He knows what you look like, doesn’t he?”
“Yeah. He probably does. If his boys spied on Jerry, it’s only natural to assume they monitored me for awhile and took my picture.” Pulling his hair back, he tied it in a knot at the back of his head and put his baseball hat back on, dipping the brim low in front.
A sickening chill raced through her. She’d experienced it once before when she found herself hopelessly lost in the jungle. She’d been ensnared in the rushing hungry gloom, vines sprouting all around her, while she’d desperately tried to escape from the strange shapes and menacing shadows.
Taking Elejandro’s hand, she led him away from the perimeter of the dance floor and into the center where sweaty bodies picked up the beat of the next song. “Let’s dance,” she said into his ear, “just push your head into my hair and let me lead you out of here.”
Moments later, when a drunken guy directed a few lewd comments their way as they slipped out the entrance, she hoped Gunther wouldn’t be too curious about the objects of the jerk’s derision.
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REVIEW FOR "Going to Extremes"
"This book was a quick, fun romp through the paranormal world! We meet Gena,
who was invited by her ex-husband, Jason up to a ski resort where he always
is. Now Gena is a series of things, she's got ESP, she's a clairvoyant and a
telepathy. So she is linked to Jason. Now Jason is a junkie for the extreme,
hence the name of the book. And of course, Gena worries about her son losing
his father one day. Well, it seems that the day is closer than she would
like. On their way up the ski slope, she tries to warn him of impending
danger and finally it seems that he's listening to her. But then it happens,
Jason gets caught in the avalanche and she can't find him.
The search and rescue team goes out the following day, after the storm settled to try and find him. But she also faces some deep emotions that Jason's brother Kyle brings out in her from a previous fling she had with him. After all of that, Jason was not found. Family, friends and everyone who knew Jason hold a memorial for him. But something inside Gena is tugging at her - she knows Jason is still around, but where?
Now after getting home to her son, strange things start happening. Vandals destroying her home, strange 'prank' phone calls, werid stuff happening over the ham radio, what more could possibly happen? Could it be Jason trying to communicate with her? That's what she thinks. But all of this doesn't stop Kyle and her from coming together. It seems that someone is creating these hallucinations and trying to figure out the puzzle which keeps getting deeper and deeper, well back into the life the boys had when they were younger, everything gets stranger.
An attic with spirits, family members that were unknown popping out of the walls, a wedding which seems someone or something wants to make a disaster. But in the end, everything starts to make sense and it seems that Jason and Kyle's father was a demon when he was alive and even now in death. But that's all you're getting out of me. I would highly recommend this book to any lover of the paranormal genre! Sexy, playful, even a little dangerous and who doesn't like the action and danger in a good book? Great characters, very intricate plot - now doesn't that sound wonderful?"
Ruthie
RuthiesBookReviews.blogspot.com
The search and rescue team goes out the following day, after the storm settled to try and find him. But she also faces some deep emotions that Jason's brother Kyle brings out in her from a previous fling she had with him. After all of that, Jason was not found. Family, friends and everyone who knew Jason hold a memorial for him. But something inside Gena is tugging at her - she knows Jason is still around, but where?
Now after getting home to her son, strange things start happening. Vandals destroying her home, strange 'prank' phone calls, werid stuff happening over the ham radio, what more could possibly happen? Could it be Jason trying to communicate with her? That's what she thinks. But all of this doesn't stop Kyle and her from coming together. It seems that someone is creating these hallucinations and trying to figure out the puzzle which keeps getting deeper and deeper, well back into the life the boys had when they were younger, everything gets stranger.
An attic with spirits, family members that were unknown popping out of the walls, a wedding which seems someone or something wants to make a disaster. But in the end, everything starts to make sense and it seems that Jason and Kyle's father was a demon when he was alive and even now in death. But that's all you're getting out of me. I would highly recommend this book to any lover of the paranormal genre! Sexy, playful, even a little dangerous and who doesn't like the action and danger in a good book? Great characters, very intricate plot - now doesn't that sound wonderful?"
Ruthie
RuthiesBookReviews.blogspot.com
READ FROM "Going to Extremes"...
"The horror she experienced in the frigid air shocked her system to such an extent, she was unable to get back to sleep. In an effort to induce a tranquilizing effect, she focused on the Dick Tracy wind-up clock on the bedside table. To the sound of the coils and springs going tick-tock, tick-tock, she counted the passing minutes.
It didn't work. Sitting up with the pillows at her back, she wrapped herself in the quilt. Warmth crept into her body and she began to relax. Because the full moon now hovered between the clouds, it spread its light through the bare window. The birds, butterflies and flowers, that were appliquéd onto the solid background of the quilt, were clearly visible. Concentrating on the beautiful pictures, her eyes closed dreamily. Not quite asleep, the sound of someone getting ready to take a trip to the outhouse had her awakening with a start.
Glancing down at the quilt, she choked back a scream. The birds, butterflies and flowers were gone. Instead, she saw an exact copy of a six by twelve foot three-paneled oil painting she'd done following her dad's untimely death. With nightmarish intensity, she'd painted images of demons, humans and animals morphing into each other and creating new life. And now her depictions of ghouls, skeletons and beasts ran amuck across the quilt. That explained the amputated limbs she'd seen earlier. Her painting had taken over her imagination. "
It didn't work. Sitting up with the pillows at her back, she wrapped herself in the quilt. Warmth crept into her body and she began to relax. Because the full moon now hovered between the clouds, it spread its light through the bare window. The birds, butterflies and flowers, that were appliquéd onto the solid background of the quilt, were clearly visible. Concentrating on the beautiful pictures, her eyes closed dreamily. Not quite asleep, the sound of someone getting ready to take a trip to the outhouse had her awakening with a start.
Glancing down at the quilt, she choked back a scream. The birds, butterflies and flowers were gone. Instead, she saw an exact copy of a six by twelve foot three-paneled oil painting she'd done following her dad's untimely death. With nightmarish intensity, she'd painted images of demons, humans and animals morphing into each other and creating new life. And now her depictions of ghouls, skeletons and beasts ran amuck across the quilt. That explained the amputated limbs she'd seen earlier. Her painting had taken over her imagination. "
FROM THE BACK COVER OF "Going to Extremes"...
"Just as her teenage love affair with test pilot, Kyle McCullough, is renewed, Gena McCullough finds she is still psychically linked to Kyle’s brother her ex-husband, danger-junkie Jason. When her vision of a terrible ski accident comes true, it is the prelude to a series of increasingly frightful encounters with his vindictive bizarre vibrations. He is hell-bent on destroying her love for Kyle and her new life in the old McCullough home in Apache Grove, Arizona.
Given up for dead by everyone except Gena, Jason is cared for by an eccentric old ski patroller in his remote ski cabin. As he lies comatose and delirious, his enduring love for Gena and his deep resentment of his brother, Kyle, expresses itself in increasingly malicious ways. In the past, Gena’s psychic link with Jason was restricted to her inner dreams, but now she is under psychic attack by images from her macabre, diabolically-inspired oil painting based on Bosch’s triptych of demons, monsters and fragments of beings. Her wedding is torched, and Kyle’s desperate search for Jason is sabotaged by his father, another astral parasite"
Given up for dead by everyone except Gena, Jason is cared for by an eccentric old ski patroller in his remote ski cabin. As he lies comatose and delirious, his enduring love for Gena and his deep resentment of his brother, Kyle, expresses itself in increasingly malicious ways. In the past, Gena’s psychic link with Jason was restricted to her inner dreams, but now she is under psychic attack by images from her macabre, diabolically-inspired oil painting based on Bosch’s triptych of demons, monsters and fragments of beings. Her wedding is torched, and Kyle’s desperate search for Jason is sabotaged by his father, another astral parasite"
ABOUT the Author...
I enjoyed my years of teaching in the Vancouver area of British Columbia, but I love writing Paranormal Romances even more.
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