I’m happy to be hosting Chacelyn Pierce and her book, Mage’s Bane. Chacelyn was kind enough to answer some questions for me, and then we will learn about her book.

She is also giving away ebook copies, so be sure to enter below.

Title: Mage’s Bane

Author: Chacelyn Pierce

Publisher: Breathless Press

Length: 40,500 words

Genres: Paranormal Romance (Adventure)

Heat Level: Steamy

Thank you for stopping by today, Chacelyn!

Do your characters talk to you?  If so, what do they say?

Riaz talked the most, naturally. He was very demanding and conceited. Everything had to be done his way, he didn’t want to be viewed as weak and was very adamant about that.

How long did it take  you to write this book?

About six months, not including the edits.

Which character of this book was the easiest to write?

Yasmin, because there are so many people like her in the world.

Which was the most difficult?

Lyndon, with all his faery charms.

What do you think about the self-pub industry?

I love it, in fact I have a few self-pub manuscripts in the works.

Who is your favorite character of this book, and why?

The Great Amid. I love how mysterious he is. I feel like there is more to him and a part of me is drawn to that and wants to uncover the real Amid. If he ever opens up and shares, I promise to write it all down.

If you could be one character in this book, or in a past book you have written, who would it be?

Ari, hands down. Who wouldn’t want a tough and sexy djinni at their beck and call?

Fun Stuff:

Day or Night? Why?

Night. I love the darkness, my mind is more active at night and it creates a fantasy world over reality. I’ll always believe something supernatural is happening around the corner from where I am but I’ll never see it.

Last book you read or the book  you are reading now?

Last book I read was Claimed by the Highlander by Julianne MacLean—loved it. I’m reading Lara by Beatrice Small and The Vampire Queen’s Servant by Joey W. Hill at the moment. Love both of these so far as well.

Favorite season?  Why?

Autumn, I live in Texas so it’s when the temperatures cool down and I love watching the leaves change colors.


Being a rogue Akasha Mage is no easy feat for Aribelle Delano. Neither is summoning Riaz, a djinni that makes her knees go weak in a way that would shame her ancestors.

A new threat of demons intent on killing Ari for nefarious purposes has her putting all her trust in Riaz, who swears to protect her in the face of evil. But she’s been taught that fully trusting Riaz is unwise, and he’s constantly looking for a way to break free of her control.

Ari must face the new demonic threat and handle the Sultan of Old Magic who dominates her mind…and eventually, her body and soul as well. Together, her and Riaz must find a way to stop the demons and their summoner, even if that means breaking the rules that have been in place between the Akasha and Djinn for millenniums.


I stumbled into the musty room, trying to see through the hazy shimmer. I kept attempting to blink it away with no success. A cold sweat gave me clammy skin, and I was sure it was because of the venom being pumped faster by my erratic heartbeat. I was slightly nervous by the Djinn healing to come. The demon venom threatened to kill me at any moment, but I was actually more worried about Riaz’s hands on me, touching me in my most intimate spots. Even though I’d known him a quarter of my life, I couldn’t rid myself of this childish discomfort…or was it anticipation? This isn’t a big deal at all, so stop acting like it is.

It wasn’t like it was the first time. Riaz had healed me once before when I was a teenage girl. I’d tried to be a smart ass and show off to the big, bad Djinni my new driver’s license—as if he cared about mortal things—and I got showy-flashy with my driving. I plunged us off the highway and down a steep embankment, hitting damn near every tree on the way down. The rescue crews and newspapers called me a lucky girl for over a year. Had it not been for Riaz’s healing touch, I’m pretty sure internal bleeding would’ve taken me out at the tender age of eighteen. I’d been pretty out of it, but I remember Riaz had been fast-acting on keeping me alive. I know I hit my head pretty hard because after all his insults calling me a foolish girl, I thought I saw compassion in his eyes. I even thought I heard him telling me not to die and leave him. Well, I figure he said that out of fear he’d waste away on earth as nothing more than a specter.

He saved me to save himself then. But this particular night, I expected him to demand I send him back while I rotted away from demon venom. Just to prove he didn’t care I needed him, I thought he might make me beg for my life. But he did none of that as he silently trailed behind me. I turned—a bit unsteadily—to see him close and lock the door with a tight-lipped expression.

The fast motion sent me into a dizzy state, causing my stomach to churn. I covered my mouth until the wave of nausea passed. Good lord, I’ll be mortified if Riaz sees me puking or hears me spilling my guts in the bathroom like some college frat party. It was bad enough he’d probably never let me live any of this down. After a few deep breaths, I was finally okay enough to remove my hand and place it against my stomach.

“Take your shirt off and lay across the bed.” Riaz’s authoritative voice caused my pulse to jump a notch. Hesitantly, I lifted my grubby shirt over my head and let it fall to the floor. I glanced at him to see what emotion—if any—Riaz felt and sighed. All I saw was indifference—and me half-naked before him.

In fact, he didn’t even try to catch an eyeful of skin as any normal male would. Granted, Riaz was no normal male, but most males, human or not, would soak up the exposed skin of a female. I wondered how he could look at me with irrelevance when I stood before him in only a bra. I couldn’t keep my eyes off him at any given moment.

It was unfair he had a willpower I didn’t possess. I mean, I wasn’t drop-dead gorgeous, but I assumed—hell, I don’t know what I assumed. Riaz was ancient. He’d had at least fifteen Akasha Mage handlers before me over the eras, so me parading around fully naked would only get a raised eyebrow and him asking if I’d fallen off the deep end again. I hated that the attraction was one-sided in our relationship.

It was immoral for an Akasha to become sexually involved with her Djinni. It would never end well for either party, and according to my former mentor, Yasmin, it was forbidden. But I couldn’t help but wonder if he’d ever gotten intimate with any of his past mages. Someone must have slipped up to realize that bonking a Djinni wasn’t the best tactic in any given situation.


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A rocker by heart, Chacelyn Pierce is constantly ear plugged with heavy tunes blaring to stir up the phantom personalities that swarm her mind. It’s no surprise that she enjoys writing and reading to satiate her appetite for the male antagonist in a story. Married to a blatant redhead and mothering a diva, there is never a dull moment in the house. As a native Texan, she doesn’t personally own a horse but follows the unwritten southern rule of knowing how to ride one. When she’s not testing the emotional capacity of her characters, she works part time as a dog groomer.

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Website – http://www.chacelynpierce.com

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Twitter – @chacelynpierce

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