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COVER REVEAL: Fire’s Field, The Elemental Series Book #2

COVER REVEAL:  Fire’s Field, The Elementals Series Book #2


Fire's Field


Bound by a dark enchantment, only an elemental flame can light the way.




Forged in rage and sorrow, a dark witch’s spell travels down her ancestral line to Violet Levina. Enchanted with the power of the entire Electromagnetic spectrum—microwaves, gamma rays, radio waves, Violet is cursed with limitless energy and the obligation to destroy an insidious creature composed of dark matter.


For over five hundred years, Flint has served as Fire, aiding Earth’s environment and its people as one of four Elementals. Yet only once in his long existence has he been burned. A flaming redhead ignites the embers of his heart, but he finds her resistant to the heat building between them.


Knowing she must fulfill her destiny, Violet travels to her ancestral home in Ireland, accompanied by the fiery Elemental. Not fooled by his charms and brazen demeanor, Violet wishes only to shield him from the coming battle, but can’t deny the flames of desire flickering when she is at his side.


While standing together against unrelenting adversaries, false friends, family betrayals, and an underlying seed of darkness, they must burn bright or the ruthless power behind the ancient spell will turn everything to ash.

With Flint as her beacon in a field of darkness, Violet will discover that love holds the most powerful magic of all.


Fire’s Field Release date: May 19th, 2015

Jillian Jacobs Bio:  In the spring of 2013, Jillian Jacobs changed her career path and became a romance writer. After reading for years, she figured writing a romance would be quick and easy. Nope! With the guidance of the Indiana Romance Writers of America chapter, she’s learned there are many “rules” to writing a proper romance. Being re-schooled has been an interesting journey, and she hopes the best trails are yet to be traveled.

Water’s Threshold, the first in Jillian’s Elementals series, was a finalist in Chicago-North’s 2014 Fire and Ice contest in the Women’s Fiction category.

Jillian is a: Tea Guzzler, Polish Pottery Hoarder, and lover of all things Moose.

The genres she writes under are: Paranormal and Contemporary with suspenseful elements.


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Fire’s Field Prologue Excerpt #1:


They were coming for her.

On the eve of her mother’s 25th birthday, a young witch fought back chills as the sounds of braying bloodhounds echoed through the forest. A single red stroke, mixed with the faintest purple, lit the darkening sky, as night, along with death, crept closer.

At the banks of River Nore, Sorcha rocked back and forth, tears of innocence-lost escaping down her cheeks. Heart splintering, she searched her memory for a spell to ease her mother’s torment. With her hands locked in the fabric of her mother’s woolen dress, she chanted pleas to the Goddess Isis to hear her cries and heal her mother.

To no avail.

The only answer came in the form of the demon’s sickness dripping from her mother’s mouth in a sludge of grimy gray mud.

Fear unlike anything she’d ever felt iced her heart, as once more she begged, swore her very life in exchange for the continued beat of her mother’s heart.

A piercing pain shot through her overburdened mind as the beast fought to break through her mental shields. Weakened by her angst and un-tested youth, she left a crack exposed, and the beast slipped in. Squinting her eyes closed, her entire body shaking with the will to deny the sick beast entrance, she couldn’t prevent his foul words from seeping through.

“Your mother paid for her defiance, for her inability to accept this gift only I could give her. Look at you simpering and shaking, if you weren’t so weak I’d use you, but no matter, I’ll be back.”

Drained from holding back the tempest, Sorcha let loose true sobs for the loss of the deepest love of her life, her solid fortress during every storm, the lyrical voice singing away her nightmares. Ignoring her drenched skirts, she released all her torment against her mother’s breast, barely catching the beat of her mother’s weakening heart between each aching moan torn from the depths of her soul.

No one came to her aid. No one soothed her broken spirit.

The sounds of the hounds drew closer, their howls a mad cacophony in her surreal world. The yellow-glow from fire-tipped sticks, created a mystical glow in the woods before her. Snaps and cracks of branches reverberated across the forest as the frenzied townspeople advanced to accuse and convict one of their own—a witch.


Fire’s Field Excerpt #2

With each stroke of his tongue in her sweet mouth, he freed his white-hot nature.

She joined in the heated molding of their lips. Needy gasps escaped from her mouth. Her hands unclenched and clenched his striped, dress shirt, before she broke away. “This will…I can’t…this will ruin everything. The prophecy states—”

“I thought you were a scientist.” He seared kisses along the curve of her neck and shoulder.

Violet bit her plumped lower lip. “I am, but you see—”

“Why would you believe in something as scientifically unsupported as a prophecy?”

“Because I come from a line of witches.”

He nudged her with his hips. “Would you like to see—”

“Don’t you dare say it.” Violet glared before bracing two fingers against his lips.

“Say what?”

She tipped back and studied face. “You know exactly what you were going to say.”

He hunched his shoulders and raised a single brow. “I was just going to ask if you would like to see the dessert list.”

“I doubt that.”

“Why Violet, you seem disappointed.” He stifled a grin. “What exactly did you want me to say?”

She poked him.

A tiny electric pulse shocked then burned his neck.

“Ow!” He jerked, then nudged away her hand. “Damn it.”

“Understand this, I don’t find your perverse innuendoes funny.”

“Woman, I may be an Elemental, but I can still feel pain.” He rubbed his neck and pondered why her jolt had actually elicited a sexual response.

Violet shrugged.

Her indifferent shrug sent a blaze of fury down his spine, lighting his elemental nature. She really had no idea who she was dealing with.

He arched a brow and flashed a searing grin. “If offending you ignites your inner spark, then I’ll do exactly that, because that is who you really are, that is the woman I want unleashed.” He kissed her once more before settling her stunned form back in her seat.

Ms. Gamma-girl needed to understand she wasn’t the only one who could deliver a shock.


Fire’s Field Excerpt #3

The running water stopped, and moments later the bathroom door slid open, and though he knew it was a mistake, Flint glanced at the vision appearing out of the steam.

Violet’s semi-dry hair lay in strands against her shoulders. Her pajama top made evident she wasn’t wearing a bra beneath, and her shorts revealed trim legs. Her smell evoked thoughts of a field of flowers in some forbidden land where you could look but not pluck. Hell, forget plucking. What he wanted involved total annihilation of her body, marking her with his fiery tattoo. Burning across every inch of her skin until she melted in the overwhelming blaze. But there wouldn’t be any burning or marking, she was innocent. And though, he’d sear down that path soon, tonight wouldn’t lead him anywhere but out the door.


Fire’s Field Excerpt #4

“I think…I believe perhaps she’s been infected by Quint.”

Oh, please no, those words were not helping her tamp down this overwhelming surge to destroy something. Then suddenly, an odd surge of hate seeped from somewhere deep in her soul. No, she didn’t hate, where was this foreign expression of emotion coming from. Her whole body began to shake. “Flint, I’m going to need you to back away. It’s my duty to—”

“No, Violet. Calm down.” He gripped her shoulders, and his eyes flared red. “Listen, she’s not fully infected, just a small seed. I see swirling darkness in her mind, and her willingness to heeds its call. A small slither of whatever Quint is, exists within her. He’s always been able to track us. I believe that’s how she’s following me. But she has no grander scheme today. This was just her having a little fun.”

Violet opened the door, and collapsed onto the seat. Bending over she braced her elbows on her knees, and scrubbed her hands through her hair. Focus. Don’t let it out.


Fire’s Field Excerpt #5

In an effort to calm her own desires, Violet took a deep breath and bit down hard on her bottom lip. “I’m sorry. I just feel this sense of urgency.” She cupped his jaw. “Everything about my life has been so very controlled, fixed on one goal. Equations with answers, but with you, I’m like…well, like Pi, a never ending number.” She leaned forward and brushed a light kiss on his warm lips. “Everything about you is so raw.”

“So I’m raw pie?” Flint chuckled and then kissed her forehead. With a bit of finagling, he reversed their positions and settled her between his legs. “We’ll have our more, but not here. This isn’t our place.” The husky murmur vibrated more through his chest than his lips.

Violet shuffled against him. Silent, because she understood taking their more would need to happen soon. She nodded and squeezed his hand. “No, this isn’t our place.” A twinge of sadness stole across her heart. How many moments of stillness did they have? Moments of just reveling in quiet comfort. Of finding peace through the simple joining of their hands.

At times like these, the weight of the spell’s burden became almost unbearable. The urge to scream and pull her hair, to fight back with an enchantment of her own, scorched across her damned soul.

Each hand on the clock ticked closer to her final showdown. Centuries ago, her ancestor had written the equation of her life across the chalkboard of time—no X, no Y, just death.


Fire’s Field Excerpt #6

In the darkness, Flint handed Violet what felt like a piece of glass.

“I can’t see. What is it?” The piece was still warm from his touch.

“Need me to shine a little light on the subject?” Flint chuckled then raised his hand beside hers and lit a small flame in his palm.

The light flickered across the glass and illuminated his gift.

A vibrant purple flower.

“It’s a violet.” Violet brushed her finger against the glass petals.

“No, it’s more than that. Look closer.”

Flint waved the flame over the flower.

And she saw it—a heart bursting with every shade of red sparkled within the flower’s glass core.

“Oh Flint, It’s beautiful. So precious. However did you get that heart inside?”

“You tell me.” He tipped her chin to meet her gaze. “Because my heart is locked deep inside a violet, and I never want to break free.”



I’m not a romantic, which is an odd thing for a romance writer to say. I don’t believe in soulmates or perfect love or anything like that. As a result, I’m obsessed with “darker” romance. Think along the lines of Wuthering Heights or The Great Gatsby. Life is messy and complicated and people are imperfect. After a lifetime of reading love stories with happy endings, I’m now into more realistic plots where not everyone gets their HEA (Happy Ever After).

For the above reasons, I’m a huge fan of Megan Hart and Colleen Hoover. I recently finished Deeper by Megan Hart and I’m not ashamed to admit that I cried like a baby over Nick’s predicament. Talk about a tortured soul. Everything about his situation is futile. His story is over and he knows it. Wow. I’m tearing up again just thinking about it. And Megan Hart doesn’t feel the need to tie up the end with a tidy bow. She leaves it open and that keeps me thinking about the story for days or weeks later, wondering where the characters are going to end up. For me, that’s a good book. Something that stimulates my emotions and thoughts.

If you haven’t read Ugly Love yet by Colleen Hoover, I highly recommend it as another option for a darker romance. Although it has an HFN (Happy For Now) ending, I was left feeling unsettled at the end and with a book hangover that followed me around like a fifth of Tequilla, two lemons, and a shaker of salt. I really liked the unconventional method of storytelling. The heroine’s story is told in present time while the hero’s story takes place in the past.

So, if you’re looking for something a little grittier and a lot less hearts-and-flowers, check out these two authors.


Ugly Love