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Playing with Fire


TITLE: Playing With Fire
A Magical Romantic Comedy With Bodies
AUTHOR: R.J. Blain
PUBLISHER: Pen and Page Publishing
PAGES: 323
GENRE: Fantasy/Romantic Comedy 
WARNING: This novel contains excessive humor, action, excitement, adventure, magic, romance and bodies: PROCEED WITH CAUTION.
What do you get when you mix gorgons, an incubus, and the Calamity Queen? Trouble, and lots of it.
Working as the only human barista at a coffee shop catering to the magicals is a tough gig on a good day. Bailey Gardener has few options. She can either keep spiking drinks with pixie dust to keep the locals happy, or spend the rest of her life cleaning up the world's nastiest magical substances.
Unfortunately for her, Faery Fortunes is located at the heart of Manhattan Island, not far from where Police Chief Samuel Quinn works. If she'd been smart, she never would have agreed to help the man find his wife.
Bailey found her, all right in the absolutely worst way possible. 
One divorce and several years later, Bailey is once again entangled in Chief Quinn's personal affairs, and he has good reason to hate her.
Without her, he wouldn't be Manhattan's Most Wanted Bachelor, something he loathes. Without her, he'd still be married.
If she'd only had said no when he asked for her help, he leaves her with a cell phone and seventy five thousand reasons to put her magic to the test. However, when she discovers Quinn's ex-wife is angling for revenge, Bailey's tossed in the deep end along with her sexiest enemy.

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Book Excerpt:

No one in their right mind would ever license me as a private investigator, but that didn't stop people from coming to me when they needed something found.
Fortunately, I liked my job as the only human barista at Faery Fortunes Coffee
and Book Shop. Most came for a cup of joe and left too buzzed to read a thing,
but who was I to complain? People paid top dollar for their pixie dust infused
latte, and they tipped me well not to judge them.
Unfortunately, I wasn’t so fond of Chief Quinn. When he walked through the door, bad things usually happened to someone—me. For him to come in five minutes after opening, long before the sun even thought about rising, he needed something, and it wasn’t a cup of coffee. Why couldn’t he want coffee? I could deal with making him a drink, and I’d double his dose of pixie dust to keep him happy.
I gave the espresso machine a defiant swipe of my cleaning cloth before stepping to the counter to deal with Manhattan’s Most Wanted Bachelor.  Without my help, he’d still be married, too.
What a way to start the day.
And to think people wondered why I refused to help find anything for anyone anymore. The reason stood across the counter from me. Chief Samuel Quinn, aged thirty, hotter than sin, and my heaven and hell rolled together in one smoking tall, dark, and handsome package, hated me for good reason. It was his fault, too. He had been the one to ask me for help finding his wife. I had found her all right, right in the middle of teaching a college stud the nuances of the reverse cowgirl.
If no one asked me to find something or someone again for the rest of my life, I’d be a very happy woman.
“Chief Quinn, what a pleasant surprise,” I lied. “Can I get you something? A dark roast, cream, no sugar, light on the dust?”
Why couldn’t I have been blessed with forgetfulness? I knew my worst nightmare’s favorite drink, and I had to make it for him first thing in the morning. Of course I knew it. He came in at least three times a week to torment me. Screw it. Who was I kidding? Instead of the coffee, he could take me instead. If I had to put up with the hassle of dealing with him, why couldn’t I enjoy it, too?
“Cream, no dust, and make it a large, Bailey.”
Alarm bells tinkled in my head. Since when did Chief Quinn address me by my first name? On a good day, he snapped my last name like he worried it would contaminate him. “Of course, sir.”
The faster I made his coffee, the sooner he’d go away. I’d love every second I spent watching him go. In less than a minute, I had his drink ready, and to lower the risk of him spending any extra time with me, I chirped, “It’s on me today, Chief Quinn. Have yourself a nice morning.”
If it meant we parted without incident, it’d be well worth the five bucks.He saluted me with his cup, flashed a hint of a smile, and walked out thedoor. Facing him was hell, but I glimpsed the heavens when he left, and if mypanties hadn’t caught on fire under my jeans, I’d be very, very surprised.“You’re drooling, Gardener,” my boss squeaked. The moth fairy, with just enough pixie heritage to dust glitter when she wanted, fluttered over my shoulder, her tiny arms crossed over her chest. “Reverse cowgirl.”
“Stop reminding me!” I wailed, slumping over the counter. “He hates me. Worse, all I think about when he struts in is taking off my clothes and giving him my panties. I think they caught on fire this time, Mary. Why couldn’t he have had one of his cops find his wife instead?”
“You just want to indulge in some guilt-free fantasizing like every other hot-blooded American woman in the city.”
“Exactly. This is why no one in their right mind asks me for help. I ruin everything.”
“Except my coffee, which is a miracle. Now that we’ve had our daily dose of excitement, can you handle the shop on your own for an hour? We’ll call it even on the coffee.”
Was she serious? Alone for an hour on a Monday morning forty minutes before rush hour? If she thought I’d be all right alone, she was completely cracked. I could already hear her if I dared to complain about my shift. What could possibly go wrong in an hour? Didn’t I like my job? The list went on and on and on. I smiled so I wouldn’t cry. “Sure, Mary. I can last an hour.”
“You’ve gotten better at lying. Your smile didn’t even slip that time. Try not to die while I’m gone. Good humans are so hard to find.” Mary zipped out of the shop through the pixie door and dove through the window of an idling sports car.
Sports car? Red, convertible, top up despite the nice summer morning? I leaned over the counter and squinted. Yep. My boss had just ditched me for a ride in Chief Quinn’s car. Sometimes life really wasn’t fair.

About the Author

 R.J. Blain suffers from Moleskine journal obsession, a pen fixation, and a terrible tendency to pun without warning.
When she isn't playing pretend, she likes to think she's a cartographer and a sumi-e painter.
In her spare time, she daydreams about being a spy. Should that fail, her contingency plan involves tying her best of enemies to spinning wheels and quoting James Bond villains until she is satisfied.





There's nothing better than a main character with a lot of sass.  You can't help but like her.  She's not a beauty queen, isn't Super Woman but she is strong willed and her own person.    She has her moments when she needs somebody at her back. That's when the reader comes in.  As you read, you will definitely have her back.  She has issues just like everyone and a police chief has taken her interest for either love or lust, I'm not sure which.   But she has something special that can be a good thing or in other circumstances a bad thing.  She has magical tendencies all around her  and sometimes there is a high price to pay for that ability. The author takes you into her world,with or without the  magic and all, including the magical creatures.    She tries hard to understand all this magical ability but she doesn't and she doesn't try to keep that fact from anyone. She is rather difficult to get along with and has a big ego.  Some of this keeps people at a distance from her.  Does she do this deliberately or is this just the way she is? You at times don't like her and at others, you simply can't get enough of her life.  The author gives you moments when you can let go of the day's pressures and enjoy reading this book, occasionally letting you laugh a bit.  Even though she is self independent, or likes to think she is, she cherishes the moments when the police chief tells her he needs to take care of her. 

 The author has a different writing style with this book.  It's not like other books that seem to be the same thing over and over.  I liked how she included some of the ordinary mystical creatures like the unicorn and the fairies.  We all have heard of them before but what about a cindercorn?  This is new and different and peaks your curiosity. There seems to be different rules for different magical creatures.  The government keeps a list of the creatures.   This book is one of a kind, new, different and refreshing.   The author didn't use the same old same old ideas on romance and magic.  This was a fresh look.  I found myself entering the magical world, like you were a part of it.

I received a copy of this book from the author and PUYB and voluntarily decided to review it.

 I would give this book 4 STARS. 




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Participating Blogs

Monday, May 1

Interview at Book Bloggin’ Princess

Tuesday, May 2

Guest Blogging at Dear Reader, Love Author

Wednesday, May 3

Book Review at Books, Reviews, ETC.

Thursday, May 4

Book Featured at CBY Book Club

Friday, May 5

Interview at Confessions of an Eccentric Bookaholic


Monday, May 8

Interview at Nuttin’ But Books

Tuesday, May 9

Book Featured at Bound 2 Escape

Wednesday, May 10

Guest Blogging at I Smell Sheep

Thursday, May 11

Book Featured at Must Read Faster

Friday, May 12

Interview at My Bookish Pleasures


Monday, May 15

Book Featured at Tangled Heart Book Reviews

Book Featured at Nicole’s Book Musings

Tuesday, May 16

Book Featured at Write and Take Flight

Wednesday, May 17

Book Featured at What Is That Book About

Thursday, May 18

Interview at Deal Sharing Aunt

Friday, May 19

Book Featured at I’m Shelf-ish


Monday, May 22

Guest Blogging at Lori’s Reading Corner

Wednesday, May 24

Interview at The Literary Nook


Monday, May 29

Book Review at Booklove

Wednesday, May 31

Book Review at Cheryl’s Book Nook


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