Kasey Mackenzie

Welcome to the website of Kasey Mackenzie!

Hey there!  If you like strong heroines, sexy heroes, and magic mixed with suspense, check out my red hot urban fantasy series, Shades of Fury, from Penguin/Ace Books.  Book 1, Red Hot Fury, released in summer of 2010 and book 2, Green-Eyed Envy,  released on June 28, 2011.  Look for book 3, Blackhearted Betrayal, on June 26, 2012!

Hell hath nothing worse than a Fury scorned…

“Urban fantasy readers looking for something new will thrill to this exhilarating debut… Riss is the perfect urban fantasy heroine – fresh, sassy, smart, and determined…” –Publishers Weekly Starred Review for Red Hot Fury.

“Marissa Holloway…takes on Boston’s first arcane serial killer in this engrossing sequel to2010’s Red Hot Fury…Mackenzie’s writing is clean and clever; the plot is twisty and intriguing; and Riss’s charm and sass elevate her above many other fantasy heroines.” –Publishers Weekly Starred Review for Green-Eyed Envy.

Click here to pre-order Blackhearted Betrayal.
Check here to find out more about the Shades of Fury series.

2014 Appearances:

Archon 38 (Outside St. Louis, MO) - Collinsville, IL October 3 – 5, 2014

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Update on Shades of Fury, etc….

Life has been seriously kicking me in the behind the past few years (including the deaths of several close family members), but I just wanted to give all my awesome and loyal readers an update.  Never fear on Book 4 of Shades of Fury:  It’s still on the back burner for the moment (out of necessity), but I do not plan to leave my readers hanging.  There will be more Shades of Fury books in the future, one way or another.  I’m just trying to work out the logistics at the moment, but I’m planning to start Book 4 any day now.  In the meantime, I have been working on fiction proposals for my wonderful literary agent, Ginger Clark.  Once I have more to report in that avenue, I will do so.

I will also give an update once I actually get the chance to start work on Shades of Fury 4.  Right now, the tentative title for that is White-Knuckled Fear, and I am eager to get back to telling the stories of the characters and world I love so much.  I am in the midst of re-reading the first 3 books and taking notes so that I am ready to jump back into it when I can.

In the meantime, thanks for your patience and support.  Your comments about how much you love the series have meant a lot to me!  :)

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Blackhearted Betrayal is Out!!!

I have to say that this release date kind of snuck up on me.  In fact, I forgot to post an update on the actual release date (June 26th), but Blackhearted Betrayal is now available everywhere!  Well, you know, available in bookstores and for Kindle and Nook electronically, as well as via the book bookselling websites.  =)  This book is near and dear to my heart because it was so difficult to write when so many things in my life were falling apart, but it represents the strength I found (from within and thanks to my family) to push through and finish it.  I also think it’s the best book I’ve written so far.  We get to see things falling apart in Riss’s life and the supernatural world as a whole, and watch as SHE finds the strength from both herself and her loved ones to push through and come out on top, as she always tries to do.  It’s not a perfect book by any means–I don’t think there’s any such thing, really–but it’s the best book I could write at the time.  I hope that you enjoy it!

I’m trying to put together some blog appearances and such, and I’ll link to those as they happen.  I’m also planning to participate in a multi-author booksigning at Rose’s Book House in O’Fallon, MO on Saturday, July 14th.  I’ll post more details on that when I have them.  I also plan to appear at Archon in Collinsville, IL (near St Louis, MO) later this year.

I’ll also work on doing some book giveaways once I get my author copies of Blackhearted Betrayal.  =)

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Blackhearted Betrayal Cover Art…

I’m thrilled to be able to share the fabulous cover for Shades of Fury Book 3,
Blackhearted Betrayal.  Every time I think Judy York and the Ace Art
Department can’t amaze me more, they prove me wrong!  I love this new
cover SO much!  So, without further ado, here it is:

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Links to Kasey’s Blog, Facebook Page, and Twitter…

In the hopes of making things easier on you, my fabulous readers, I am adding this static post to the website so you can easily find my blog, Facebook page (don’t forget to “like” it if you enjoy my books!), and Twitter account.  If you’re not much into social media, just ignore this.  =)

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Green-Eyed Envy ARC (Advanced Reader Copy) Contest…

So, in honor of the fact I have an ARC left and Green-Eyed Envy officially releases in less than a month, I am holding a contest to give that ARC away to one lucky reader.  This contest is open to people anywhere and everywhere in the world and I will ship the ARC to the winner at my own expense.  All that said, here are the contest details:

Take a look at the first volume of the Mortal Guide to the Gens Arcana, Vol. 1 graciously provided by the BSIMAR (Boston Society for the Improvement of Mortal/Arcane Relations).  Write a one-paragraph explanation for which class of Fury you would like to belong to if you were a Fury, and why, in the comments section to this post.  Contest will be open until 12:00 AM Sunday, June 5, 2011.  I will then randomly select a winner and announce it on my website/Facebook/Twitter.  The winner should then email me his or her name and mailing address so I can ship the ARC ASAP.

I’m really looking forward to everyone’s responses and can’t wait to read them!

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Starred Publishers Weekly Review for Green-Eyed Envy…

I’m completely thrilled to share that Green-Eyed Envy has earned my second starred review from Publishers Weekly.  Considering how hard I worked to avoid the infamous “sophomore slump” on this book, I couldn’t be happier with this news!

“Marissa ‘Riss’ Holloway, chief magical investigator and Fury, takes on Boston’s first arcane serial killer in this engrossing sequel to 2010′s Red Hot Fury. For thousands of years, bitter hatred between Cats and Hounds has been the norm, and when three Cats are ritualistically tortured and viciously killed, the Hounds are the obvious suspects. All three victims were also ex-boyfriends of the first supernatural FBI special agent, Harper Cruz, who once had a fling with Riss’s current boyfriend, Warhound Scott Murphy. Harper’s upcoming marriage to a Hound might be the impetus behind the slayings, so Riss goes undercover as Harper’s wedding planner. Mackenzie’s writing is clean and clever; the plot is twisty and intriguing; and Riss’s charm and sass elevate her above many other fantasy heroines.”

Publishers Weekly, Starred Review.

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Guest Blog Post…

I have a guest blog post up at the RWA FF&P Chapter’s Blog about fear of the Sophomore Slump.  Check it out!

Also, I will be doing a book-signing at the Saint Louis City Public Library’s Central Express Branch in downtown St. Louis on July 7th from 11:00 a.m. to 1:00 p.m.  You can find details here.

Only two short months until Green-Eyed Envy releases.  So excited!  =)

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Sneak Peek at Green-Eyed Envy, Chapter 1!

I’ve posted the first chapter of Green-Eyed Envy.  Go forth and enjoy!

In other news, I am working on getting an answer on when Red Hot Fury will be available electronically.  Yes, still.  Sorry it’s taking so long but I will update as soon as I know the answer!  Additionally, I am trying to schedule an author event with the St. Louis County and/or St. Louis City Public Library.  I’ll update when I have more news on that, as well.

Hard to believe that Green-Eyed Envy will be out in two short months.  I’m hard at work on Book 3, tentatively titled Black-Hearted Betrayal.  (At least that’s what I’m leaning toward today.  Final choice will be up to my publisher!)

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Green-Eyed Envy Cover At Last!…

I am thrilled to share the finalized cover for Green-Eyed Envy and couldn’t be more pleased.  Both Judy York and the Ace Art Department have done a fabulous job once more.  They have done a fabulous job of blending artistic license with my vision of Riss and brought her to kick-ass life.  I am truly blessed by the cover art gods.  =)

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Snippet from Post-Apoc/Dystopian YA, Ageless…

Just because I feel like sharing, here’s the current opening to the post-apocalyptic/dystopian YA I’m working on at the moment.  I’m thinking of it as A Brother’s Price Meets Uglies Meets Hunger Games.  So far, I’m loving the world-building I’ve done and am excited about this project.

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My mothers claim there once was a time when the clans dwelled in smoke-choked Cities and paid tribute to the Ageless, much as the sheep still do today.  I try to imagine a world where Kindred children dodged belching cars and toxic air rather than riding free under the open sky; try and fail.  Such a thing seems inconceivable to me.  Like me turning my mothers in to the Marshalls, something I would never do since each and every female of my clan would be put to death.  My mothers, aunts, sisters, and even my daughters.  Especially my daughters.

That has me scowling fiercely, earning a worried look from the gun-toting sister serving as today’s escort.  “You hear something, Cain?”  My sisters have learned to trust my enhanced senses.  They’ve saved us from ambush while on these foraging trips more than once.

I shake my head.  “No, no.  Just thinking.”

Abigail relaxes her trigger finger and a mischievous grin spreads across her freckled face.  “You know what Grandmam warned you ’bout that.”

Her amusement only grows when I strike a regal pose and do my best Grandmam.  “Think too much, Samuel Cain, and you’ll wind up just like your Daddy.  Enslaved to an Ageless witch and stolen from the only ones what love and treasure you.”

She turns an unusually solemn expression my way.  “You know what day it is, then.”

My steps falter.  “Course I do.  Exactly one month until my 18th birthday.”

Her elbow prods my arm gently.  “C’mon now, you know that’s not what I meant.”

Course I do, despite all their attempts to distract me.  Today marks an anniversary, all right, but not that of my birth.  Today makes it an entire decade since my birth mother escaped her Kindred guards, dragging off my poor father in the process and leaving behind a four-line letter promising retribution unless the clan gave me up to the nearest Marshall.  Something they didn’t do, something I would never let them do, and the reason our clan moved even more frequently than the other bands of Kindred spread out across these wide United States.  Well, no longer quite so united as the Ageless witches would have us believe.

Abigail, older than me by 10 whole months, levels her no-nonsense gaze my way, which lets me know she’s not going to let this subject drop.  She and I have always been close, as much due to similar personalities as our nearness in age, and really, I owe her honesty.  She’s the only one of my womenfolk to look at me and really see me.  Not just the Redeemer cherished for the life-saving traits he can pass on to his children and, by extension, the Kindred as a whole.  Me, Samuel Cain Addison, the little brother who shares all his secets with her and guards her secrets as fiercely as his own.

“You reckon we’re safe now?”

“Since she ain’t found you in ten years?”  I nod and can’t help but hold my breath.  She ponders my words for a moment, wrinkles furrowing her brow as her expression goes all serious.  “Well, I’d like to tell you yeah, course we’re safe now.  Any normal person woulda given up on tracking down a Kindred clan what doesn’t want to be found.  But…”

My chest starts aching but I keep holding my breath.

“Your mama’s no normal person, Cain.  She’s Ageless and she’s got all the time in the world.  And, since she had your Daddy and her body as proof of your existence, she’s got the Marshalls and the Courts on her side.  If she ever does find you…”

I tighten my grip on the leather bag banging against my hip from the force of my steps, increasing the pressure of my fingers until they start to hurt.  Even then, I don’t relent.  The physical hurt soothes the emotional pain from mentally filling in the rest of my sister’s words.  If she ever does find you, we’re all dead, all except you and the boys. Because in today’s “United States,” boys are too precious a commodity to waste, even those who only have one Ageless parent.

My mothers claim there once was a time when the clans dwelled in smoke-choked Cities and paid tribute to the Ageless, much as the sheep still do today.  I try to imagine a world where Kindred children dodged belching cars and toxic air rather than riding free under the open sky; try and fail.  Such a thing seems inconceivable to me.  Like me turning my mothers in to the Marshalls, something I would never do since each and every female of my clan would be put to death.  My mothers, aunts, sisters, and even my daughters.  Especially my daughters.
That has me scowling fiercely, earning a worried look from the gun-toting sister serving as today’s escort.  “You hear something, Cain?”  My sisters have learned to trust my enhanced senses.  They’ve saved us from ambush while on these foraging trips more than once.
I shake my head.  “No, no.  Just thinking.”
Abigail relaxes her trigger finger and a mischievous grin spreads across her freckled face.  “You know what Grandmam warned you ’bout that.”
Her amusement only grows when I strike a regal pose and do my best Grandmam.  “Think too much, Samuel Cain, and you’ll wind up just like your Daddy.  Enslaved to an Ageless witch and stolen from the only ones what love and treasure you.”
She turns an unusually solemn expression my way.  “You know what day it is, then.”
My steps falter.  “Course I do.  Exactly one month until my 18th birthday.”
Her elbow prods my arm gently.  “C’mon now, you know that’s not what I meant.”
Course I do, despite all their attempts to distract me.  Today marks an anniversary, all right, but not that of my birth.  Today makes it an entire decade since my birth mother escaped her Kindred guards, dragging off my poor father in the process and leaving behind a four-line letter promising retribution unless the clan gave me up to the nearest Marshall.  Something they didn’t do, something I would never let them do, and the reason our clan moved even more frequently than the other bands of Kindred spread out across these wide United States.  Well, no longer quite so united as the Ageless witches would have us believe.
Abigail, older than me by 10 whole months, levels her no-nonsense gaze my way, which lets me know she’s not going to let this subject drop.  She and I have always been close, as much due to similar personalities as our nearness in age, and really, I owe her honesty.  She’s the only one of my womenfolk to look at me and really see me.  Not just the Redeemer cherished for the life-saving traits he can pass on to his children and, by extension, the Kindred as a whole.  Me, Samuel Cain Addison, the little brother who shares all his secets with her and guards her secrets as fiercely as his own.
“You reckon we’re safe now?”
“Since she ain’t found you in ten years?”  I nod and can’t help but hold my breath.  She ponders my words for a moment, wrinkles furrowing her brow as her expression goes all serious.  “Well, I’d like to tell you yeah, course we’re safe now.  Any normal person woulda given up on tracking down a Kindred clan what doesn’t want to be found.  But…”
My chest starts aching but I keep holding my breath.
“Your mama’s no normal person, Cain.  She’s Ageless and she’s got all the time in the world.  And, since she had your Daddy and her body as proof of your existence, she’s got the Marshalls and the Courts on her side.  If she ever does find you…”
I tighten my grip on the leather bag banging against my hip from the force of my steps, increasing the pressure of my fingers until they start to hurt.  Even then, I don’t relent.  The physical hurt soothes the emotional pain from mentally filling in the rest of my sister’s words.  If she ever does find you, we’re all dead, all except you and the boys.  Because in today’s “United States,” boys are too precious a commodity to waste, even those who only have one Ageless parent.

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