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The Double Life of Sherrilyn Kenyon

One Author and Two Series a World Apart

It seems like a familiar place at first: a world we all know, with recognizable landmarks that lull us into letting our guard down—until that first seductive hint of razor-sharp teeth, drawn lightly across the jugular. Then our breath catches in our throats and we catch our first glimpse of heroes called Dark-Hunters stepping out from the shadows, of daimons on the hunt and of demigods, among mere mortals, striving to survive.
Welcome to the rich and hypnotic world of the Dark-Hunters
and the dangerous parallel universe created by Sherrilyn Kenyon—a world that was a long time in the making. It took
the author almost a decade, beginning in 1990, to bring her
bad boys to light, and even as the release date finally drew
near there were mishaps.

The link to Kenyon's website found its way to reader message boards before she was ready to launch www.dark-hunter.com and delays in the release of the first book, Fantasy Lover, created a time gap between the Dark-Hunters' print and Internet debuts. "Everything went wrong," Kenyon says, "but it was absolutely right."

She means that readers had a chance to discover and savor her forthcoming series via the web. On the site, which Kenyon created herself, they could absorb her unique back stories and prepare themselves for the books to come, Kenyon is now up to book five, Kiss of the Night, released in April.

For those who missed the cyber-siren's call to the Internet, it's not hard to catch up. Here's how it goes: Races of ancient beings face off behind the thin veneer of our modern world. There are Apollites, children of Apollo cursed to die at 27; Daimons, former Apollites who feed on mortals to escape death; Dark-Hunters, ancient heroes made immortal to save the innocent; and demigods, part man and part god. For those who love sword-wielding knights and men with old-fashioned sensibilities, the Dark-Hunters bring with them incredible threads
of history that blend with the modern world they're now in. Ancient warriors hone their skills in battling evil forces—
only now they get to wear black leather, ride motorcycles
and, if need be, flip open a cell phone.

But the Hunters are each unique. Night Pleasures' (reprinted Apr. '04) Kyrian of Thrace is a Macedonian general who once defied the Roman Empire only to be betrayed by his wife. Night Embrace's Talon of Morrigates is the son of a Druid high priest and a Celtic queen. And Kiss of the Night's Wulf Tryggvasen is
a Viking warrior tricked by a sorceress into trading his soul.

"I love the alpha-male hero," Kenyon admits. "Tormented and tortured means interesting, and each one is special to me, like
a member of an extremely odd extended family that I hold dear." She treasures and mines each and every flaw in her heroes, rakes over and exposes every facet of their being as they strive
to survive the conflicts and obstacles she lays before them.
True love is the ultimate reward for the Dark-Hunters, and
the women she puts in their path add a lot of fuel to the fire.

When Kenyon writes as Kinley MacGregor, much of her
style and approach to character is the same. She gives readers scrumptious heroes—still with a dark edge and dangerous powers—who will do anything to prevent a woman's tender hands from finding the inevitable chink in their armor. But using her Ph.D. in medieval history, she creates a world full of depth and intelligent details. She gives her stories an underpinning and
a foundation in authenticity without sacrificing the breathless pace of her plots—no small feat!

Fans of her MacAllister brothers will no doubt enjoy what's headed their way. MacGregor's new book, A Dark Champion, which comes out in May, leads off her Brotherhood of the Sword series. Stryder of Blackmoor is a knight who has seen more than his share of hardships and torment during imprisonment by the Saracens in the Crusades. When he returns to England, his vows to protect those who shared his prison are not forgotten, and he leads a dangerous double life.

No matter what flavor of romance she crafts, Kenyon is
a difficult writer to categorize. And that is likely her biggest
strength and what most appeals to her readers. But her
originality wasn't always viewed as a plus.

Growing up with a mother who proclaimed to be the world's biggest horror fan, Kenyon originally wrote science fiction and horror. But when editors consistently complained that romance kept creeping into her plots, she struggled to convince science fiction and horror publishers that a plot could be enhanced by central—and deliciously steamy—relationships without being
a "sappy romance." Looking for the balance that would let
her keep the best of both worlds, Kenyon found the romance community much more welcoming.

When asked how she'd describe her own work, Kenyon just laughs. "I don't try to fit in the box anymore," she says. "I never really did. I was always too light or too dark. Now, I'm just grateful to have the opportunity to do what I love and write what I enjoy."

Writing into the wee hours to support the demands of her characters that their stories be told has led to an astonishing backlog of more than 130 manuscripts.

After a long and almost unbelievable journey to get to this point, Kenyon's drive and energy are astonishing. In college, she was actually turned away from the creative writing department and told her writing wasn't good enough. But she kept writing anyway. (And also changed her major a few times, began a "real career," met the love of her life and
started a family.)

She confides that she has almost always written and is determined never
to stop—no matter what the future holds for Kenyon or MacGregor. The author can produce a full-length novel in about a month's time.

"You have to know your limits and respect them to avoid burn-out," Kenyon cautions. "But your writing pace is your pace. You can't change it and I've just accepted that I have to write for my own sanity. This is what I do."

Seeing how Kenyon juggles family life with her husband and three sons ("I'm surrounded by men," she cheerfully laments), two successful writing careers and an ambitious promotional schedule that makes a person tired just to glance at it, it's impossible not to be awed by her stamina and creative output.

"I'm keeping my fingers crossed for human cloning, but until then, I guess
it's just me who will have to keep up,"
she jokes.

Kenyon's double life is a marvel to behold, and as she balances worlds at
her fingertips, readers will be only too happy to wait for her next hero to step off the pages.

EXCERPT FROM KISS OF THE NIGHT

Brenda cringed. "If you ever do that to me, I will kill you."
Kat draped an arm over Brenda's shoulders and gave her an affectionate hug. "You can yell at her all you want to, hon, but I can't let you kill her."


Brenda laughed at Kat's comment, not knowing that Kat spoke from her heart. She was Cassandra's covert bodyguard and had been with her for five years now. A record. Most of Cassandra's bodyguards had
a job expectancy of about
eight months.


They either ended up dead or quitting the minute they caught a look at exactly who and what was after her.

But not Kat. She had more tenacity and chutzpah than anyone Cassandra had ever met.

"You know," Brenda said to Cassandra, "I would
give anything to have your confidence. Do you ever
doubt yourself?"

Cassandra answered truthfully. "All the time."

"You never show it."

That's because, unlike her companions, there was more than just a slim chance Cassandra might only have another eight months left to live. She couldn't afford to be scared
or timid of life.

Then again, she'd been running all her life. Running from those who would kill her if they had a chance.But most of all, she'd been running from her destiny, hoping that somehow, some way she could avert the inevitable.


Even though she'd traveled the world, she was no closer to discovering the truth about her heritage than her mother had been before her. Still, with every day that dawned, she was hopeful. Hopeful that she would not have to die on her twenty-seventh birthday.

"Hub-ba!" Brenda said, her eyes wide as she looked at the entrance. "I think I just found our cookies! And ladies, there are three of them."

Laughing at her awed tone, Cassandra turned around to see three incredibly sexy men entering the club. They were all well over six feet in height, golden in skin and hair, and drop-dead gorgeous.

Her laughter died instantly as she felt a horrible, stinging tingle run through her. It was a sensation she was all too familiar with.


And it was one that branded terror into her heart.

Dressed in expensive sweaters, jeans and ski jackets,
the three men scanned the bar's occupants like the deadly predators they were. Cassandra trembled. The people in
the bar had no idea how much danger they were in.


None of them.


Oh dear God…
It seems like a familiar place at first: a world we all know, with recognizable landmarks that lull us into letting our guard down—until that first seductive hint of razor-sharp teeth, drawn lightly across the jugular. Then our breath catches in our throats and we catch our first glimpse of heroes called Dark-Hunters stepping out from the shadows, of daimons on the hunt and of demigods, among mere mortals, striving to survive.
Welcome to the rich and hypnotic world of the Dark-Hunters
and the dangerous parallel universe created by Sherrilyn Kenyon—a world that was a long time in the making. It took
the author almost a decade, beginning in 1990, to bring her
bad boys to light, and even as the release date finally drew
near there were mishaps.

The link to Kenyon's website found its way to reader message boards before she was ready to launch www.dark-hunter.com and delays in the release of the first book, Fantasy Lover, created a time gap between the Dark-Hunters' print and Internet debuts. "Everything went wrong," Kenyon says, "but it was absolutely right."

She means that readers had a chance to discover and savor her forthcoming series via the web. On the site, which Kenyon created herself, they could absorb her unique back stories and prepare themselves for the books to come, Kenyon is now up to book five, Kiss of the Night, released in April.

For those who missed the cyber-siren's call to the Internet, it's not hard to catch up. Here's how it goes: Races of ancient beings face off behind the thin veneer of our modern world. There are Apollites, children of Apollo cursed to die at 27; Daimons, former Apollites who feed on mortals to escape death; Dark-Hunters, ancient heroes made immortal to save the innocent; and demigods, part man and part god. For those who love sword-wielding knights and men with old-fashioned sensibilities, the Dark-Hunters bring with them incredible threads
of history that blend with the modern world they're now in. Ancient warriors hone their skills in battling evil forces—
only now they get to wear black leather, ride motorcycles
and, if need be, flip open a cell phone.

But the Hunters are each unique. Night Pleasures' (reprinted Apr. '04) Kyrian of Thrace is a Macedonian general who once defied the Roman Empire only to be betrayed by his wife. Night Embrace's Talon of Morrigates is the son of a Druid high priest and a Celtic queen. And Kiss of the Night's Wulf Tryggvasen is
a Viking warrior tricked by a sorceress into trading his soul.

"I love the alpha-male hero," Kenyon admits. "Tormented and tortured means interesting, and each one is special to me, like
a member of an extremely odd extended family that I hold dear." She treasures and mines each and every flaw in her heroes, rakes over and exposes every facet of their being as they strive
to survive the conflicts and obstacles she lays before them.
True love is the ultimate reward for the Dark-Hunters, and
the women she puts in their path add a lot of fuel to the fire.

When Kenyon writes as Kinley MacGregor, much of her
style and approach to character is the same. She gives readers scrumptious heroes—still with a dark edge and dangerous powers—who will do anything to prevent a woman's tender hands from finding the inevitable chink in their armor. But using her Ph.D. in medieval history, she creates a world full of depth and intelligent details. She gives her stories an underpinning and
a foundation in authenticity without sacrificing the breathless pace of her plots—no small feat!

Fans of her MacAllister brothers will no doubt enjoy what's headed their way. MacGregor's new book, A Dark Champion, which comes out in May, leads off her Brotherhood of the Sword series. Stryder of Blackmoor is a knight who has seen more than his share of hardships and torment during imprisonment by the Saracens in the Crusades. When he returns to England, his vows to protect those who shared his prison are not forgotten, and he leads a dangerous double life.

No matter what flavor of romance she crafts, Kenyon is
a difficult writer to categorize. And that is likely her biggest
strength and what most appeals to her readers. But her
originality wasn't always viewed as a plus.

Growing up with a mother who proclaimed to be the world's biggest horror fan, Kenyon originally wrote science fiction and horror. But when editors consistently complained that romance kept creeping into her plots, she struggled to convince science fiction and horror publishers that a plot could be enhanced by central—and deliciously steamy—relationships without being
a "sappy romance." Looking for the balance that would let
her keep the best of both worlds, Kenyon found the romance community much more welcoming.

When asked how she'd describe her own work, Kenyon just laughs. "I don't try to fit in the box anymore," she says. "I never really did. I was always too light or too dark. Now, I'm just grateful to have the opportunity to do what I love and write what I enjoy."

Writing into the wee hours to support the demands of her characters that their stories be told has led to an astonishing backlog of more than 130 manuscripts.

After a long and almost unbelievable journey to get to this point, Kenyon's drive and energy are astonishing. In college, she was actually turned away from the creative writing department and told her writing wasn't good enough. But she kept writing anyway. (And also changed her major a few times, began a "real career," met the love of her life and
started a family.)

She confides that she has almost always written and is determined never
to stop—no matter what the future holds for Kenyon or MacGregor. The author can produce a full-length novel in about a month's time.

"You have to know your limits and respect them to avoid burn-out," Kenyon cautions. "But your writing pace is your pace. You can't change it and I've just accepted that I have to write for my own sanity. This is what I do."

Seeing how Kenyon juggles family life with her husband and three sons ("I'm surrounded by men," she cheerfully laments), two successful writing careers and an ambitious promotional schedule that makes a person tired just to glance at it, it's impossible not to be awed by her stamina and creative output.

"I'm keeping my fingers crossed for human cloning, but until then, I guess
it's just me who will have to keep up,"
she jokes.

Kenyon's double life is a marvel to behold, and as she balances worlds at
her fingertips, readers will be only too happy to wait for her next hero to step off the pages.

EXCERPT FROM KISS OF THE NIGHT

Brenda cringed. "If you ever do that to me, I will kill you."
Kat draped an arm over Brenda's shoulders and gave her an affectionate hug. "You can yell at her all you want to, hon, but I can't let you kill her."


Brenda laughed at Kat's comment, not knowing that Kat spoke from her heart. She was Cassandra's covert bodyguard and had been with her for five years now. A record. Most of Cassandra's bodyguards had
a job expectancy of about
eight months.


They either ended up dead or quitting the minute they caught a look at exactly who and what was after her.

But not Kat. She had more tenacity and chutzpah than anyone Cassandra had ever met.

"You know," Brenda said to Cassandra, "I would
give anything to have your confidence. Do you ever
doubt yourself?"

Cassandra answered truthfully. "All the time."

"You never show it."

That's because, unlike her companions, there was more than just a slim chance Cassandra might only have another eight months left to live. She couldn't afford to be scared
or timid of life.

Then again, she'd been running all her life. Running from those who would kill her if they had a chance.But most of all, she'd been running from her destiny, hoping that somehow, some way she could avert the inevitable.


Even though she'd traveled the world, she was no closer to discovering the truth about her heritage than her mother had been before her. Still, with every day that dawned, she was hopeful. Hopeful that she would not have to die on her twenty-seventh birthday.

"Hub-ba!" Brenda said, her eyes wide as she looked at the entrance. "I think I just found our cookies! And ladies, there are three of them."

Laughing at her awed tone, Cassandra turned around to see three incredibly sexy men entering the club. They were all well over six feet in height, golden in skin and hair, and drop-dead gorgeous.

Her laughter died instantly as she felt a horrible, stinging tingle run through her. It was a sensation she was all too familiar with.


And it was one that branded terror into her heart.

Dressed in expensive sweaters, jeans and ski jackets,
the three men scanned the bar's occupants like the deadly predators they were. Cassandra trembled. The people in
the bar had no idea how much danger they were in.


None of them.


Oh dear God…
It seems like a familiar place at first: a world we all know, with recognizable landmarks that lull us into letting our guard down—until that first seductive hint of razor-sharp teeth, drawn lightly across the jugular. Then our breath catches in our throats and we catch our first glimpse of heroes called Dark-Hunters stepping out from the shadows, of daimons on the hunt and of demigods, among mere mortals, striving to survive.
Welcome to the rich and hypnotic world of the Dark-Hunters
and the dangerous parallel universe created by Sherrilyn Kenyon—a world that was a long time in the making. It took
the author almost a decade, beginning in 1990, to bring her
bad boys to light, and even as the release date finally drew
near there were mishaps.

The link to Kenyon's website found its way to reader message boards before she was ready to launch www.dark-hunter.com and delays in the release of the first book, Fantasy Lover, created a time gap between the Dark-Hunters' print and Internet debuts. "Everything went wrong," Kenyon says, "but it was absolutely right."

She means that readers had a chance to discover and savor her forthcoming series via the web. On the site, which Kenyon created herself, they could absorb her unique back stories and prepare themselves for the books to come, Kenyon is now up to book five, Kiss of the Night, released in April.

For those who missed the cyber-siren's call to the Internet, it's not hard to catch up. Here's how it goes: Races of ancient beings face off behind the thin veneer of our modern world. There are Apollites, children of Apollo cursed to die at 27; Daimons, former Apollites who feed on mortals to escape death; Dark-Hunters, ancient heroes made immortal to save the innocent; and demigods, part man and part god. For those who love sword-wielding knights and men with old-fashioned sensibilities, the Dark-Hunters bring with them incredible threads
of history that blend with the modern world they're now in. Ancient warriors hone their skills in battling evil forces—
only now they get to wear black leather, ride motorcycles
and, if need be, flip open a cell phone.

But the Hunters are each unique. Night Pleasures' (reprinted Apr. '04) Kyrian of Thrace is a Macedonian general who once defied the Roman Empire only to be betrayed by his wife. Night Embrace's Talon of Morrigates is the son of a Druid high priest and a Celtic queen. And Kiss of the Night's Wulf Tryggvasen is
a Viking warrior tricked by a sorceress into trading his soul.

"I love the alpha-male hero," Kenyon admits. "Tormented and tortured means interesting, and each one is special to me, like
a member of an extremely odd extended family that I hold dear." She treasures and mines each and every flaw in her heroes, rakes over and exposes every facet of their being as they strive
to survive the conflicts and obstacles she lays before them.
True love is the ultimate reward for the Dark-Hunters, and
the women she puts in their path add a lot of fuel to the fire.

When Kenyon writes as Kinley MacGregor, much of her
style and approach to character is the same. She gives readers scrumptious heroes—still with a dark edge and dangerous powers—who will do anything to prevent a woman's tender hands from finding the inevitable chink in their armor. But using her Ph.D. in medieval history, she creates a world full of depth and intelligent details. She gives her stories an underpinning and
a foundation in authenticity without sacrificing the breathless pace of her plots—no small feat!

Fans of her MacAllister brothers will no doubt enjoy what's headed their way. MacGregor's new book, A Dark Champion, which comes out in May, leads off her Brotherhood of the Sword series. Stryder of Blackmoor is a knight who has seen more than his share of hardships and torment during imprisonment by the Saracens in the Crusades. When he returns to England, his vows to protect those who shared his prison are not forgotten, and he leads a dangerous double life.

No matter what flavor of romance she crafts, Kenyon is
a difficult writer to categorize. And that is likely her biggest
strength and what most appeals to her readers. But her
originality wasn't always viewed as a plus.

Growing up with a mother who proclaimed to be the world's biggest horror fan, Kenyon originally wrote science fiction and horror. But when editors consistently complained that romance kept creeping into her plots, she struggled to convince science fiction and horror publishers that a plot could be enhanced by central—and deliciously steamy—relationships without being
a "sappy romance." Looking for the balance that would let
her keep the best of both worlds, Kenyon found the romance community much more welcoming.

When asked how she'd describe her own work, Kenyon just laughs. "I don't try to fit in the box anymore," she says. "I never really did. I was always too light or too dark. Now, I'm just grateful to have the opportunity to do what I love and write what I enjoy."

Writing into the wee hours to support the demands of her characters that their stories be told has led to an astonishing backlog of more than 130 manuscripts.

After a long and almost unbelievable journey to get to this point, Kenyon's drive and energy are astonishing. In college, she was actually turned away from the creative writing department and told her writing wasn't good enough. But she kept writing anyway. (And also changed her major a few times, began a "real career," met the love of her life and
started a family.)

She confides that she has almost always written and is determined never
to stop—no matter what the future holds for Kenyon or MacGregor. The author can produce a full-length novel in about a month's time.

"You have to know your limits and respect them to avoid burn-out," Kenyon cautions. "But your writing pace is your pace. You can't change it and I've just accepted that I have to write for my own sanity. This is what I do."

Seeing how Kenyon juggles family life with her husband and three sons ("I'm surrounded by men," she cheerfully laments), two successful writing careers and an ambitious promotional schedule that makes a person tired just to glance at it, it's impossible not to be awed by her stamina and creative output.

"I'm keeping my fingers crossed for human cloning, but until then, I guess
it's just me who will have to keep up,"
she jokes.

Kenyon's double life is a marvel to behold, and as she balances worlds at
her fingertips, readers will be only too happy to wait for her next hero to step off the pages.

EXCERPT FROM KISS OF THE NIGHT

Brenda cringed. "If you ever do that to me, I will kill you."
Kat draped an arm over Brenda's shoulders and gave her an affectionate hug. "You can yell at her all you want to, hon, but I can't let you kill her."


Brenda laughed at Kat's comment, not knowing that Kat spoke from her heart. She was Cassandra's covert bodyguard and had been with her for five years now. A record. Most of Cassandra's bodyguards had
a job expectancy of about
eight months.


They either ended up dead or quitting the minute they caught a look at exactly who and what was after her.

But not Kat. She had more tenacity and chutzpah than anyone Cassandra had ever met.

"You know," Brenda said to Cassandra, "I would
give anything to have your confidence. Do you ever
doubt yourself?"

Cassandra answered truthfully. "All the time."

"You never show it."

That's because, unlike her companions, there was more than just a slim chance Cassandra might only have another eight months left to live. She couldn't afford to be scared
or timid of life.

Then again, she'd been running all her life. Running from those who would kill her if they had a chance.But most of all, she'd been running from her destiny, hoping that somehow, some way she could avert the inevitable.


Even though she'd traveled the world, she was no closer to discovering the truth about her heritage than her mother had been before her. Still, with every day that dawned, she was hopeful. Hopeful that she would not have to die on her twenty-seventh birthday.

"Hub-ba!" Brenda said, her eyes wide as she looked at the entrance. "I think I just found our cookies! And ladies, there are three of them."

Laughing at her awed tone, Cassandra turned around to see three incredibly sexy men entering the club. They were all well over six feet in height, golden in skin and hair, and drop-dead gorgeous.

Her laughter died instantly as she felt a horrible, stinging tingle run through her. It was a sensation she was all too familiar with.


And it was one that branded terror into her heart.

Dressed in expensive sweaters, jeans and ski jackets,
the three men scanned the bar's occupants like the deadly predators they were. Cassandra trembled. The people in
the bar had no idea how much danger they were in.


None of them.


Oh dear God…


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