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Fresh Pick / March 16, 2011

February 2011 On Sale: January 25, 2011 Featuring: Abby Sinclair 384 pages ISBN: 1439198322 EAN: 9781439198322 Mass Market Paperback $7.99  Add to Wish List Fantasy Urban Buy at Amazon.com Humorous Urban Fantasy, with unicorn A Brush of Darkness by Allison Pang She has no idea what lurks beneath the shadows… A fun and exciting dark urban fantasy debut featuring a young woman who finds herself involved in a series of supernatural kidnappings and must work with a sexy incubus to keep the victims—and herself— from vanishing forever. Six months ago, twenty-six-year-old Abby Sinclair was struggling to pick up the pieces of her shattered life. Now, she has an enchanted iPod and a miniature unicorn living in her underwear drawer. With her lack of OtherWorldly knowledge, Abby needs all the help she can get. So when her Faery employer and some of her friends go missing, she must team up with the sexy and mysterious incubus who’s been haunting her dreams. As Abby’s sucked deeper and deeper into this dangerous world she barely knows—filled with daemons, angels, and faeries—she finds herself trapped at the center of it all. And she might not be able to escape. Enchanting, Exciting and Hilarious Debut…

Eileen Rendahl | Welcome to my world!
Author Guest / March 16, 2011

One of the biggest challenges for me in writing the novels of my Messenger series is world building, mainly because I don’t. Well, I thought I didn’t. I almost always pick a real place in my very own contemporary time period in which to set my novels, paranormal or not. If I have to make up a place, I tend to base it on a real one and change the names to protect the innocent and/or guilty. That way, I don’t have to create it. I can look at maps. I can read about it. I can visit and check it out. This has, of course, occasionally backfired a little. Like the time I was shooed out of the Pocket neighborhood in Sacramento by the police. I hadn’t thought what it would look like to have someone cruising slowly up and down the residential streets of a fairly affluent neighborhood, peeking into backyards and taking pictures of the houses. Anyway all’s well that ends well, right? I didn’t even have to call anyone to go my bail. I am, surprisingly to some of those who know and I hope love me, a fairly methodical writer. I plot. I outline. But…