Jean Maxwell – The Witch Doctor (Review, Excerpt, & Interview)

The Witch Doctor by Jean Maxwell

Source: Review by Request
Copy Provided by the Author
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

Where do witches go when they’re feeling a little poorly? To the Witch Doctor, of course.

Sexy, brilliant Valor McCaine is a warlock making his way in the modern world as pharmacist by day and witch-healer by night… sometimes both day and night! While his patients find relief in experiencing Valor’s formidable sexual prowess, his race is slowly being decimated by a sinister virus he has been tracking and researching for decades. Will a breakthrough ever come? Valor’s best chance walks through his pharmacy door one afternoon in the form of a young student named Darcy deHavalend, doing secret research of her own. Will they become partners or adversaries in a fight to save witchkind?

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The Doctor is most definitely in…

…he felt utterly alone. No woman had shared his bed in any meaningful way since Artizia had died […] How many years ago now? He avoided trying to count them for they made him feel much closer to death himself. Since then, he’d devoted his time to his patients and to fighting the dreadful pandemic of the Némesati virus.

I was delighted to discover that this book was more plot driven than the blurb let on. I’m always excited to read books which are heavy on the sex, but it’s lovely to find a book which also pays close attention to what’s happening outside of the bedroom.

Don’t get me wrong, there was plenty of spice in the sexual arena…
– Lots of sexual tension
– A Gifted Doctor
– A bit of anal play
– Some FF Action
– A bit of magical voyeurism
– Cures by orgasm

Valor McCaine

Val is a several-hundred year old Warlock who has been tirelessly searching for a cure to a ruthless virus which is decimating the modern witch population.

Darcy deHavalend

Darcy is attending college with a singular purpose – gain enough knowledge of chemistry and physiology to combat the mysterious malady which is swiftly crippling her mother and grandmother.

This unlikely pair teams up once they discover that they’re both battling the same virus. They’ll have to combine their skills and set aside their sexual attraction in order to find a cure before its too late.

Throw in an interesting cast of characters:
– A chatty house cat
– A Warlock with a serious grudge
– A young witch with a sex addiction
– A quirky old professor
– A jealous former lover

This book definitely surprised and delighted!

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He unfolded his arms and moved to the lab, sitting down obediently on one of the stools. “I have had a drink, you understand. Go ahead.” He watched as Darcy retrieved the hypodermics from a cabinet. He extended his arm and she repeated all his steps, attaching the rubber tourniquet and dabbing the puncture site clean with an alcohol-soaked cotton puff. She grasped his forearm, and jabbed the needle into his exposed vein like an expert. The plastic vial filled with his blood.
Neither spoke, then Darcy looked up into his eyes. He met her gaze in an even, calm manner, telegraphing a deep sense of trust and surrender. It seemed right. In a few moments, she released the tourniquet and withdrew the needle. She applied pressure with the cotton ball and taped it to his skin. “There. Wasn’t so bad, huh?”
“You’d have made a good nurse,” he said, bending his elbow to stop the blood flow. “Now what?”
“We make the serum,” she said. “Where are your culture dishes?”
Valor pointed to a cabinet behind her. She turned and rifled through the cabinet, while he went to the fridge for the herbal extracts. In a few minutes, they had all four blood samples readied and placed them in the incubator. Darcy had increased the proportion of yarrow and bittersweet for this test.
“Well, that’s that,” she said. “Now all we have to do is wait.” She turned a watery, blue-eyed look his way. “What are we going to do until first session tomorrow?” 
Valor returned her provocative stare. “I don’t know. What is it you would like to do?” Darcy thought she might melt like the Wicked Witch of the West under that heated glare. She crossed slowly to where he stood. 
“Valor McCaine. I realize we’ve not known each other long. And that there’s a significant age difference between us. But I want you to make love to me. Take me now, please. Here, in your home, in your bed.”
He stood only inches from her, yet seemed to hold her at arm’s length. She held her breath, laying everything on the line, waiting for his response. All or nothing, now. The suspense seemed interminable.
His expression turned hard, looking her over as one might appraise a hip of beef. Before she knew it, he took her fast in his arms. “Darcy. Please do not mistake my hesitation for disinterest. I am only thinking of your own welfare. There will be no coming back if I comply with your request. Are you certain this is what you want? Say now, because in a few moments, it will be too late.”
She shuddered for the want of him, and the realization of what he meant. No commitment seemed too great to be possessed by him, even if only for one night. “I want this,” she said. “With all my heart. Take me now.”
He lifted her in off her feet and carried her to his bedroom. He laid her forcefully on his bed, an antique four-poster with mile-high comforters piled upon it. He grasped at the front of her dress, popping the buttons quickly and slipping the top of the garment off her shoulders. He shoved one bra cup aside and sucked her breast with abandon, taking the whole of her nipple into his mouth, grazing it with his teeth, biting down then licking the soreness away.
Darcy panted like an animal, arching her back to present her tits to him in any way he wanted. She clawed at his shirt, finding the buttons with shaking hands and twisting them open. He raised up, straddling her and holding her to the bed with his powerful thighs, then wrenched the shirt from his torso and cast it to the floor. He hoisted up the hem of her skirt, exposing her lace panties. His fingers slid inside the waistband and forced them down below her buttocks.
He paused, a gentle sigh escaping his lips as he looked over her half-naked form, tits out and pussy bared. “You are so incredibly beautiful. I don’t deserve to take you this way.”
Darcy had no words to respond. Her crotch throbbed, waiting for his touch. She reached for the clasp on the front of her bra, released it with a quick twist and let her breasts tumble out, unfettered.
He reached for them, fondling them in slow circles, rubbing his thumbs over her stiff nipples, wringing exquisite pain mixed with pleasure. Her hands went to his belt, releasing the buckle and fumbling for the zipper. He caught hold of her hands, pushed them away and eased himself back to the edge of the bed. He slipped off his pants and underwear and dropped them to the floor. His excellent body lay in full view above her, a smooth chest with tight brown nipples, defined abs and sculptured pecs. The most beautiful specimen of a man she’d ever seen.
Her eyes went to his fully aroused cock, rippled with veins and stressing the limits of the skin that covered it. He leaned forward and removed her panties, drawing them down the silky length of her legs and over her toes. They landed on the floor with the rest of Valor’s clothing. He prowled onto the bed, arching over her with one arm on each side of her legs. Then he leaned down, pushed her skirt up higher and pressed her knees outward, exposing her pussy wide before him.
Darcy trembled all over and held her arms to her chest, fisting her hands to stem the quivering. No man had seen her this way, ever, and she wasn’t sure what to expect. His hands slid down the skin of her inner thighs toward her center, and when he lowered his head to her crotch, thought she might die of shock and pleasure as his tongue reached out to touch her clitoris.
She let out a painful gasp, the act so new and erotic to her, her brain could barely process the sensations. Her back arched instinctively, her hips wanting to buck, but his powerful hands held her thighs down and apart. She was at the mercy of his seeking tongue. It lapped at her clit, then dove into the cleft of skin between her clitoris and labia, first one side then the other. Then it returned to center, wiggling her tender nub side to side.
The building pressure toward orgasm made Darcy moan aloud with each breath. She’d never known such pleasure and her head spun in confusion and ecstasy, indescribable colors and patterns passing before her eyes.
“Not just yet, sweet Darcy,” she heard his voice whisper, his head withdrawing from between her legs. His lips kissed the soft skin of her thighs, left then right, working his way back to her knees. “But soon, when I am inside you.”
He brought his body overtop her, his muscular chest rubbing against her bare breasts, and his thick cock pressing against her soaking wet pussy. He nuzzled her throat and placed tender kisses along her jaw and chin. He lifted his face to hers, their lips nearly touching.
“Taste how sweet you are,” he breathed, then kissed her in that same hungry way he’d done while standing in his office. His tongue thrust into her mouth, letting her sample the flavors he’d collected from her aching pussy.
Darcy smelled and tasted her own juices, a heady blend of salt and starch and musk, the idea utterly foreign to her but powerfully erotic at the same time. She brought her hands to his face, fingers splaying across his jaw, holding him to her and drinking in the sensory kiss.
He reached down and guided his penis, slippery with the mixture of her cream and his own fluids, into her waiting vagina. She felt the light pressure of him entering her, then the rush of full penetration, more wonderful than she ever imagined. At last, they were truly together. They broke their kiss, Darcy’s hands leaving his face to glide around his neck and rest on the taut muscles of his back. His first thrusts were strong and slow, his cock so large it bumped her cervix each time. This made her cry out, not in pain but in sheer intensity of feeling.
“Darcy,” he said, his breath accelerating. “I don’t want to hurt you, tell me to stop if you need to.” He continued to pound into her, each stroke faster than the last.
“No,” she whispered, knowing her voice shook with emotion. “Don’t stop, don’t stop…you won’t break me.” She felt near crying with joy, having this man make love to her. She realized then, as he’d said, there would be no going back.
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Interview with Jean Maxwell

If you were to describe your book in only one word, what would it be?

What would you say inspired you to write it?
Campfires, and an old TV show called “Bewitched.”

What was the source of inspiration for Darcy deHavalend?
The name Darcy always fascinated me. I knew a girl in school named Darcy who was smart,
pretty and “perky”. Plus the alternate spellings it has, D’Arcy, which I think dates back a long
time. It fit with the “witch” spellings of my other characters.

How about Valor McCaine?
Hmmm…so many choices. I wanted a character who was of course handsome and well-built, but also brilliant, and a tad unreachable because of his intellect and tortured past. When I saw you post a vine of Colin Farrell in your review, my mind went to Robert Downey Jr. I’ve always
liked him, even though he’s such a rat, with a scathing badboy history. He fits!

Have you ever been hit by the infamous “writer’s block”? What did you do to escape it?
I talk to myself on paper…type a bunch of questions about how I’m feeling or about the story and characters.

Would you say becoming an author has changed you? In what way?
Absolutely. It breaks a barrier that you never thought you’d cross or didn’t know how to. I get a kick out of making my people, ie characters, look, act, think and talk exactly how I want them to. Something you can’t do with actual people, lol.

Was there ever a time, during your work for this book, when you felt like giving up? What made you change your mind?
Nope. It’s a labor of love.

What does your day-to-day life consist of? What else do you do, aside writing?
I work in the communications field currently, so I do get to write a bit in my day job. But I’m an artist at heart; I’ve drawn and painted and crafted things since I was born. My first career
was as a draftsman, so that science and engineering bent comes out in a lot of my stories.
Later I switched to graphic design and I still freelance at that. The cover art for The Witch Doctor
is my own. Music is a huge part of my life, so I’m also a part-time musician. I play clarinet in a local community orchestra.

How do you deal with bad reviews or acid criticism? What would you advise other authors to that effect?
Luckily I haven’t gotten a lot of ‘bad press.’ Any negative comments that go public I just don’t
call attention to. Always focus on the positive. If it’s constructive criticism, say from your
critique partners or beta-readers, then learn what you can and put it into action.

What do you have stored for us in the future? What are you working on/planning on next?
OOOh, that gets me excited! I have so many story ideas I worry I won’t get around to them all.
No plans for sequels to the Witch Doctor…he’s kind of a maverick. But I have a prequel in the
works for my Spanish Seduction series, and a spin-off involving some of its secondary characters which delves into the complexities of interracial relationships. Am also planning some shorter works to fill out my Workplace Gone Wild series and even some non-fiction reference-style titles under an alternate pen name. There’s also a music-inspired series that I began a few years ago and I feel bad I haven’t given it more love and attention. Maybe that will be next. After that, I have a sci-fi/paranormal plot line in mind that involves a certain woodland creature very common to my region.

What made you decide to become an Author?
I blame Chris Baty and NaNoWriMo! But it also goes back to a childhood friend who was an avid
reader. We competed to see who could read the most library books in a school year, and we
joked about how we would one day write books. We even chose pen names!

What would you say was the toughest part?
Getting over that goofy, cornball writing style we all seem to have when starting out. As you saw above, I’m not a writer by trade or training. Just something I’ve always wanted to do.

Did you hire professionals for editing, cover design, formatting?
I hired a writer friend to edit part of my first book, then my publisher assigned one to me after offering me a contract. They also provided the cover designs, which taught me what the industry expected as far as look and feel. My background in graphic design already gave me the knowledge about formatting so that wasn’t an issue. I plan to do my own covers with my indie titles. What I’d really like to hire out is translators…do you know any good ones who work cheap? Lol.

How long did the production part take for this book, from the moment you began working on the manuscript to when you hit ‘Publish’?
The manuscript was written in two phases with a big pause in between, in total spanned 15 months. But the bulk was done during NaNoWriMo last November. Then I set it aside while thinking about what to do with it. I decided to publish it independently in July of this year, so technically it’s almost 2 years!

Where is your work being distributed, Amazon, B&N, Smashwords, AREbooks/Omnilit, some other distributor? How did you decide which one(s) to go with?
My titles with Evernight Publishing (which is everything except The Witch Doctor) are available
at all the above in addition to their own site, I chose them based on their royalty structure and response time.


If you were stranded on an isolated island, what’s the one item you’d absolutely wish to have with you?
Paper and pens/pencils/crayons! I guess that’s two items, darn.

Coffee or tea?
coffee in the mornings. Tea in the afternoons!

Favorite season?

Were you a Girl Scout?

Do you collect things, like stamps, or key chains, or shoes?
I have a nostalgia for oil lamps…mostly tiny ones. I have a really old one shaped like Aladdin’s lamp!

Favorite color, you know you want to tell us!
Sing the blues, baby!

Do you have a favorite quote or personal motto?
“Throughout history it has always been easier to destroy than to create. I choose to create.”

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About the Author

Janice Robinson – writing as Jean Maxwell

Born and raised in the True North Strong and Free, Janice believes she came out of the womb with a pencil in hand and began drawing at a very early age. A graduate of both the Northern Alberta Institute of Technology in Engineering Design and Grant MacEwan Design Arts program, she switched from draftsman to graphic artist in her early career. Suffering from a deplorable excess of creativity, she then indulged her urge to write that had been simmering since sixth grade, resulting in her first romantic suspense novel, El Mirador. The sequel, El Precio, then followed, along with two short stories in anthology collections and a contemporary romance novella entitled Indecent Proposal. Her most recent work, The Witch Doctor, released in June of 2014.

Janice lives in Edmonton, Alberta and works as a Communications Specialist for an energy services firm. She teaches night classes in desktop publishing and pursues freelance graphic design work in addition to playing clarinet with the Cosmopolitan Music Society and the New Edmonton Wind Sinfonia.

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