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Fire’s Field

Chapter 2:

A heavy blanket of smoke eddied and churned. Black ash, flickering with orange and yellow, fluttered through the air before landing on his skin. Flint breathed deeply of the aromatic blend of his life force—fire.

He had no time to wallow in the blaze. With his elemental gifts, he’d detected a young female’s faint heat signature on the second level of the building.

Pounding up flame-engulfed stairs, Flint braced an arm against a collapsing wooden beam. After regaining his balance, he shoved away the beam, but not before flames licked a hole through his white shirt. “Damn it, this is Valentino.” He flicked the black char remnants off his designer dress shirt and sighed.

The intensity of the fire built—a cracking, hissing, popping symphony that would end in a crescendo of falling ash. Yet, Flint remained in his element. Only fire kept his peri-mortal body alive. Together with Nodin, who was air, Maya, who was water, and Terran, the newest little piggy in the pen, they represented the Elementals. Mother Nature had bestowed upon them “the gleaning”, the ability to read and compel minds. They used their elemental abilities to protect the Earth and its people.

An elemental connection linked their minds, and although they allowed each other as much privacy as possible, no distance was too great for them to communicate. Right now he could use a little help from Nodin, but the man was likely blowing smoke up someone’s ass with his ridiculous philosophy quotes.

Flint bit back a chuckle and refocused his energies. Though he’d rather be relaxing by the fire with a certain gamma-girl, his elemental duties obligated him to save the human trapped on the second floor. He’d reflect on Violet’s world-weary indigo eyes, flaming red hair, and petite body when he didn’t have a human to save.

As he traveled farther up the staircase, he reveled in the flames licking and caressing his skin in waves of orange, yellow, and red. Each sizzling and crackling flicker, fed his life force.

Water’s Threshold, the first book in the Elementals series, features Maya and Terran. Maya aka water girl (aka Shoeless girl) was my initial inspiration for the Elementals series. After reading many romances about vampires and blood, I thought why not focus a paranormal story on a girl who relies on water to survive? This led to the water girl concept, which then led to a series using the elements. One more book in the series, Air’s Vision and will be available First Quarter 2016.

Fire's FieldFire’s Field

The Elementals Series

Book 2

Jillian Jacobs

Book Description:

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.

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Fire’s Field Prologue Excerpt:

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.

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About the Author:

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.








  1. Jillian Jacobs says

    Thanks for hosting Fire’s Field today. Love the two Phoenix.

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