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Spotlight on Dakota Cassidy
Uncategorized / February 15, 2010

Hey, all! Thanks so much to Fresh Fiction for inviting me to chat a bit about my series! My series, four books deep and going on five, is based on women who are accidentally bitten and or turned by a shapeshifter. Werewolves, vampires, demons, woo-hoo! It’s a real paranormal-palooza with yes, I admit, some pretty cagey humor in the mix. My most recent release, titled ACCIDENTALLY DEMONIC, centers on Casey Schwartz—the sister of the heroine in my last book, and she’s in deep paranormal doo-doo. Once mild-mannered, quiet and rather easygoing, Casey’s now hot-tempered, cranky and well, *whispers* hormonal as a result of some demon blood accidentally spilled on her via a hunky vampire named Clayton Gunnersson one night in a bar. Casey’s world and job as a personal assistant to twins of the Paris Hilton variety is turned upside down when she lands in jail for threatening to sacrifice a police officer’s ahem, internal organs. And things only get worse from there, though Casey has help from her now paranormal sister and her sister’s two paranormal friends, Nina the vampire and Marty the werewolf. They get what she’s going through, they’ve been there—they know how to help. Unfortunately, they…

Spotlight on Leigh Bridger
Uncategorized / October 11, 2009

Leigh Bridger Soul CatcherSomeone’s got to catch Hell. Otherwise, reincarnation will get you killed…again.Belle BridgeOctober 2009On Sale: October 1, 2009Featuring: Livia Belane200 pages ISBN: 098217568XEAN: 9780982175682Trade Size Ian’s blood seeped from the gashes in his side onto the gray, weathered floor. This time I couldn’t heal him. I could only free him. Outside, in the strangely bright sunshine of a North Carolina morning, things you don’t want to imagine in your worst nightmares tried to rip the building’s big windows out of their aging brick sills. Downstairs, the broad chestnut doors of the old Asheville Bible printing shop bulged inward as Pig Face slammed it again. The wood began to splinter. I cocked the pistol. Everything inside me screamed against pointing it at Ian’s heart. I hated his body; I ought to be able to kill that body without caring. But a funny thing had happened on the way to that moment. I’d fallen in love with my husband again. I knelt over Ian, straddling him. I put both hands on the shaking gun to steady my aim. My tears fell on his blood-stained face. He managed a rueful smile. “Now, that’s a sight I’ll remember to death and back,”…