1. What inspired you to write Kasey’s character?
I had a dream about Kasey and Gillie chatting about who was hotter, Spike or Angel and it went from there. It took awhile to get published so that chat was changed from Sam or Dean. I’m a fan of Dean myself. I’m sure you know which supernatural hunter I’m speaking about. (Drool.)
2. What was the first book you read that made you fall in love with reading (past or present writer)?
Laurel K. Hamilton’s early stuff I devoured it.
3. What paranormal author are you currently addicted to?
Charlaine Harris, been a big fan even before HBO.
4. What band or artist currently tops your play list?
I like indie and British bands. I’ve also recently taken up playing the drums (again did it in college). Don’t get too excited, I’m still at the sucking stage. But I hope to get good enough to jam someday with fellow author, Judith Graves, she plays guitar and base.
5. Do you have any projects you are currently working on that you are able to share? And can you give us a little teaser?
Really rough unedited teaser? This isn’t final but it’s a scene taken from FURRY & FREAKED, book two. I really like Ruby and Kasey. They play off each other in a fun way. They are complete opposites but common goals bring them together as friends. Ruby is blunt, she’ll tell you how it is, and everyone needs somebody like that.
I think this is somewhere in chapter five... Kasey is alone at her new school. Valkyrie is Ruby’s pet name for her. You’ll have to read the series to find out what it means.
Chairs screeched signaling the mass exodus of the final bell and end of the school day. I hung back pretending to dig through my backpack waiting for the last student to leave the classroom. I didn’t want to run into Clay and his gang. I’m not one to hightail it from ghosts or teenage werewolves but, heckling was something I was never good at swallowing.
“You’re going to miss the bus, Valkyrie.”
I nearly jumped out of my skin as Ruby materialized next to me. Her jet black hair was pulled into two short pigtails streaked with navy blue. She ran her hands down her black and navy plaid pegged leg pants studded with massive amounts of safety pins, until, she came to a zipper and proceeded to remove a mint, not before blowing a piece of lint off it first.
“Here,” She said thrusting it my way.
“I don’t want it. No telling how long it’s been there. You died in the seventies, right?” I replied hoisting the backpack over my shoulder as I ignored my personal poltergeist. As I weaved in and out of the desks until I was out of the classroom and in the hall. Ruby followed with her blue combat boots hovering an inch or so above the floor.
“As if, 1988. Take it or I’ll cram it down your throat! Don’t think I won’t do it. Your breath smells like something died.” She took a step closer and sniffed, curling her upper lip in disgust."I stand corrected you reek. What’s in the backpack? A body?”
“Could be, if you keep it up.” Ruby and I had this little verbal wits match. I really liked that about her.
*** Furry & Freaked, Kitty Keswick
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