I'll send the wolves that hunt at night, charging through the shadows with a thunderous whisper, tickling the air with fetid breath that smells of death. Teeth glint like steel in the moonlight, howls calling for blood. They hunt within the dark, blackish coats reflecting hell fire. One bite and you're forever theirs, forever mine. Don't fight the wolves, give in to the sinful desire. I am the wolf. I am Christian Jensen.
Admittedly it has been
way too long since I wrote a blog post and I am sure that many of my regular
readers have fled to find something else to sink their literary teeth into.
This saddens me because it is all my fault. I have no one else to blame for my
lack of blog posts, and this is something that I need to remedy. The bad news
in this is that I have been indolent over the past six months or so with not
only my blog posts but also my writing in general. The good news, neigh, the
GREAT news it that I have once again gotten my groove back and am not only
writing more regularly but I am also pushing out more books and growing my
To this end I want to
talk quickly about DEAD SEXY and then I’ll get
right into discussion of my newest book, Witches house. I’ll even throw an
excerpt in to whet your appetite and hopefully get you guys to pry open the
dusty old wallets and buy a copy.
I’ve been thinking for
years about coming up with some kind of brand for myself. Something that would
encompass all my endeavors and give me a way to be identified by a larger
audience. I wanted something cool, catchy, classy, and above all something that
signifies me as a horror and erotica author. I’ve thought long and hard about
it, meditated on it, asked friends and trusted contemporaries and total
strangers. Nothing I came up with seemed right. Until finally one day when I
was appearing at Amizicon in Philadelphia. There was a very attractive woman
walking around with zombie make-up expertly applied. Admittedly I had been drinking
a bit as I think she might have been as well. I was taken by her beauty and
sexuality even with the grotesque bite taken out of her face. The wound
actually made her eyes all the more stunning.
While she walked back
and forth through the convention she never ceased in catching my eye and I had
the good fortune of speaking with her a couple times. She even took a few hits
off my flask. It was during one of the conversations with this zombie chic that I told her how
incredible the make-up effects were and how sexy she looked. I then looked at
her in those beautiful eyes and told her she was DEAD SEXY.
Immediately I knew I had the branding I was looking for. I immediately called
my most awesome graphic designer and asked him to come up with a logo for it.
WITCHES HOUSE centers
on Rebecca, a beautiful seventeen year old girl, and her family. They come
across a too-good-to-be-true opportunity to buy a renovated house and quickly
find that there are reasons this house came so cheap. While her father works at
restoring the house and the property to its former glory Rebecca begins a
journey of self-discovery that lands her directly into the hands of two ancient
witches who call to her through the ether and seek to manipulate the outcome of
an ageless struggle between good and evil.
Two witches, one of
darkness and the other of light, struggle to gain control of Rebecca’s training
and ultimately the outcome of their timeless war. While the white witch wants
only to help and mentor the girl the dark witch wants to usher in a new age of
evil under the rule of the Ancient Ones. As her power and confidence builds
Rebecca begins to gain followers to her own coven. These broken and listless
women all need help in some form or another and Rebecca is the guiding light
they are drawn to.
As the tumultuous
moments come to fruition Rebecca and her family must make a choice. There is
only one path that leads to freedom and the road is strewn with deadly
obstacles and detours. Will Rebecca make the right decision or is the world
doomed? Grab yourself a copy of WITCHES HOUSE and find out.
Now for a little
snippet of the book to whet your appetite and make you hunger for more.
minutes, Rebecca was almost finished. She placed the piece of wood off to the
side and ran her delicate hand through the finely ground tea. She smiled as she
brought the grinds up to her face and inhaled deeply.
“How’s it smell?”
Came an unfamiliar voice from behind her.
“You’re just in
time, Detective Rosario,” Rebecca didn’t turn around and she never looked to
see who it was.
“How did you know
who I was?” Rosario asked, one eyebrow raised and her full lips playing with a
“A couple reasons,”
Rebecca stood up and stretched her back. She wiped her hands on her dress and
extended the right one, which Rosario shook. “I knew you were coming. Also you
walked up with heavy footsteps, which shows you’re confident and when you spoke
your voice sounded authoritative, like a policewoman.”
“You’re a very
observant young lady,” Rosario couldn’t help but automatically like this girl.
She was gorgeous and possessed an air about her that spoke of confidence and
her own kind of authority. “I’m very impressed.”
Rebecca nodded solemnly. “You’re not really what I expected. You’re much
prettier than I thought you would be. I hope that doesn’t insult you.”
“Not at all,”
Rosario felt like she was speaking with someone much older. She didn’t know
what to make of the young girl. She was extremely intelligent and well spoken,
overly confident for someone so young, but not cocky. Her face seemed to glow
with a light all its own. “But, why would you think I was… unattractive? You
don’t think cops can be pretty?”
“No, it’s not that
at all,” Rebecca walked forward and got into Rosario’s personal space. “I heard
the pain in your voice. You carry it around with you like a weight around your
neck. Usually, women who suffer traumatic childhoods don’t take care of
themselves as well as you obviously do. They feel like they’re ugly, or at
least that they should be ugly. You don’t have such personal hang-ups, which
speaks volumes about your character.”
shocked. There was no way this child could know so much about her. She
immediately thought that Rebecca had spoken with Karen Lee. She was the only
person Rosario had told her history to, at least the only person who could have
shared that secret with Rebecca.
“How do you know so
much about me?” Rosario felt her cop instincts rushing to the surface, but
another part of her remained calm and fought the need to understand.
“Please don’t think
I’m checking up on you,” Rebecca smiled easily and it melted some of the
concern away from Rosario. “I just know things about people. I’m very sensitive
to their subtle nuances and auras and such.”
cocked an eyebrow even though she believed her. Shaking her head she fought the
need to understand why she believed her, there was just something powerful
about this girl. “So, you’re psychic?”
“Not at all.”
Rebecca shook her head with a groan like such things were childish. “I just
know how to read people. Much like you do, just with different tools. You use
your mind and experience to read a person. You watch their body language and
study the things they say and how they say them. I listen with my heart, I
watch their eyes, and I feel for the rise and fall of their body heat, I hear
their heart beating faster or slower and I smell their pheromones and sweat.
Same destination, different path.”
“So, you can hear
my heart beating?” Rosario asked. Suddenly, this girl was going from overly
intelligent and observant to crazy.
“Yes. I can also
tell you that you had at least three cups of coffee this morning, you drove in
a car with a smoker although they weren’t smoking, and you wear men’s
deodorant. You don’t wear perfume, but you wear makeup and also, although this
is going to be embarrassing for both of us, you just started your menstrual
Rosario just stared
at the girl in disbelief. It was one thing to know about her childhood but it
was another thing all together for the girl to know she was having her period.
“Come on inside and
have a cup of tea with me and my mother, you’ll feel better.” Rebecca laughed a
little she couldn’t help it. “Don’t look so shocked, I told you how I do it.”