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Vivi Andrews: When Powers Collide
Monday, October 14th, 2013

When Powers Collide

Thank you, Delilah, for having me around to visit today!

One of my favorite things about writing paranormal romance is the opportunity to write about powerful women – not just in the ass-kicking sense (though that’s fun too) but also in the has-her-shit-together, calm-in-the-face-of-any-crisis, ruler-of-her-personal-universe sense.  The heroine of my newest release (Karma of Naughty Karma) is one such woman.  In every book of the Karmic Consultants series, as all her consultants are finding love and saving the world (or, in one case, saving a wedding), she’s shown that she’s strong, she’s smart, she’s got mad psychic powers, and she’s used to being the boss.  So who could possibly capture her heart?

From the day I started writing the KC para-rom-com series, I knew the man for Karma was going to have to be something special.  I think a truly powerful woman needs an equally powerful man, someone she can’t walk all over.  Someone who will challenge her and never be cowed by her authority.  Someone who can truly be her partner.

But because it’s no fun if they just fall into one another’s arms, of course the first time they meet they wouldn’t be partners.  He had to be her nemesis.  And so Prometheus – the unscrupulous warlock with jaw-dropping powers of his own – was born.  And boy did I ever have fun pitting these two against one another… and forcing them to work together.

What would Elizabeth Bennett be without Darcy to pit her wits against?  In J.D. Robb’s In Death series, who can match up with Eve Dallas if not Roark?  In Nalini Singh’s Psi-Changelings, Hawke could only be mated to someone as epically powerful as Siena.  I gotta say I love a good power couple.

Do you have a favorite powerful pair?


Double crossing the devil is a dangerous business.

Karmic Consultants, Book 7

Nearly two decades ago, Prometheus sold his beating heart to a devil in exchange for epic power. That contract is about to expire—and so is he. There’s only one woman with the power to help him see his next birthday. And he’s willing to use every manipulation in his arsenal to pry that power from the ice queen’s grip.

Karma, who values order above all else, has had enough of the unscrupulous warlock’s pranks endangering her people. But when she confronts the wily trickster to demand a cease-fire, his terms throw her for a loop. The bastard wants her to save his life—and he wants her in his bed.

Clinging to her hard-won control is the only way Karma knows to keep her abilities from overwhelming her. If anyone can tempt her to embrace the chaos of her magic, it’s Prometheus.

One kiss brings her defenses crashing down. But can she trust Prometheus…or has she lost her own heart to a warlock with a hidden agenda?

Warning: This book contains scheming, manipulation, bargains-with-the-devil, and meddling consultants. All’s fair in love and magic.


BIO: Vivi Andrews is the award-winning author of over a dozen paranormal romance novels and novellas.  A nomad at heart, she lives in Alaska when she isn’t indulging her travel addiction.  For more about Vivi and her books, please visit her website ( or blog (Ramblings from the Road,

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Here’s a short excerpt of Karma and Prometheus going toe-to-toe.  Thanks again for having me, Delilah!


“You ass.” She stalked into the heart of his shop, the rap of her heels sharp on the hardwood floor. “I was willing to overlook the medallions you’d sold all over town, causing all manner of magical havoc.”

“Overlook? If no one was causing supernatural problems, you wouldn’t have any to solve. I’m the best thing that’s ever happened to your business. I should get a commission.”

She didn’t appear to hear him. Her smoky, sex-kitten voice rasped over his words, gaining volume. “I chose not to respond to the pranks around Samhain and Beltane, and I ignored what I suspect was a curse of some variety designed to prevent me from being able to keep a receptionist for longer than a week.”

“I lifted that curse weeks ago.” Immediately after he’d semi-accidentally summoned a demon to harass her. It seemed the least he could do.

She went on as if he hadn’t spoken, though her hands clenched, rewarding him for the comment. “I refused to sink to your level, decided not to engage, but this? Siccing a demon on my brother’s wedding. A demon.”

“You have an exorcist on staff.”

“You sent a demon to stop my brother’s wedding!” she shrieked in an admirable impression of a banshee.

“It was a minor demon. And it wasn’t tasked with stopping the wedding. Just disrupting it a little.”

“A little? You almost killed my wedding planner!”

“Are you always this concerned with things that almost happen? I almost rescue orphans from burning buildings on a regular basis. Then I remember I don’t particularly give a shit about orphans.”

“You want things that actually happened? He actually possessed the wedding planner’s car and crashed it. He stalked her for three weeks. He kidnapped her!”

“What’s a little kidnapping among friends?”

“We are not friends. You’re—” She broke off, reduced to sputtering her rage.

“Dashing? Magnetic? Unscrupulous?”

If she could have lit him on fire with her eyes, he would have been a smoldering pile of ash. “There are no words vile enough to describe you.”

“You realize all of this could have been avoided if you’d let me hire you in the first place.”

“My people don’t work for ethical black holes.”

“Ethics.” He flicked his fingers dismissively. “Rules we make for ourselves are easily changed, bent or broken. Survival of the fittest is the truest law. Unbreakable.”

“I’m not going to debate morality with you.”

“What are you going to do? Punish me?” He smiled wolfishly. “That could be fun. I have been a bad, bad boy.”

She glared at him, sparks all but shooting from her eyes, hands on hips, her anger radiating a fierce heat. She’d missed her calling as a dominatrix. Give that woman a whip.