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About the author:
Originally a Jersey girl, sunny Texas is where I now call home, in a town way up north in the panhandle called Wellington. Along with the man of my dreams, I have two children: a rambunctious nine year-old girl and a sweet but vocal five year-old boy. Four cats, three dogs and an inordinate amount of pet hair complete my household. I write super-powered urban fantasy that’s sexy, fun and dark. For fun I like to read urban fantasy, horror, and existentialist fiction, as well as watch cartoons, movies, and sometimes even cartoon movies. I try not to take anything in life too seriously and I tend to smile often.
What inspired you to write your book?
Super powers are my thing – every book I've ever written has multiple super powers in it. I've never written a technomage before, and it's a power I find interesting as I also work in technology. A Fated Exception is my first foray into a more sci-fi themed urban fantasy genre.
Here is a short sample from the book:
“Ms. Lexington, we require your services,” the voice on the line said, in a panicked tone.
The call wasn’t unexpected, after the Dynatech website had been hacked. There was a thread about it last night in my feed. I ignored it, hoping their staff would figure it out. Or pay the ransom, I didn’t care which.
After just getting back from a week-long stint fixing code in Redmond, I was exhausted.
“Ransomware?” I asked, suppressing a yawn.
“With a twist. If we don’t pay in the next 24 hours, they’re going to wipe our servers. All of them. We’ve confirmed the bug exists throughout our network.”
Likely an empty threat. But a billion-dollar company like Dynatech couldn’t risk it. Even with a redundancy setup, the time it would take to get up and running would be less than my fee.
“Two million,” I said.
The man on the line took no hesitation in agreeing to my fee. That made it abundantly clear that they had already exhausted all internal resources, and maybe even a couple of consultants, like me. I didn’t get many calls, but when I did, it was because no one else could figure it out.
“A jet is waiting for you at Newark Airport. Brandon will brief you on the way; a limo is outside.”
Damn, they must be desperate to have a car here already.
“Give me 15 minutes,” I said, and disconnected.
I wondered what time it was, as I yawned and stretched myself upright. My bedroom was devoid of any electronic devices, they were too distracting. Even with room darkening curtains, I knew by the headache that surfaced it must have been sometime in the early morning.
So much for catching up on sleep. But it wasn’t so much sleep as solitude I craved. Being around people takes a toll on any introvert, but for me it was much worse. My work required me to be onsite most of the time, and it was my least favorite aspect of the job.
After a shower and a strong cup of coffee, I was partially awake. I knew I could catch up on sleep on the flight—New Jersey to Atlanta was at least a couple of hours. What I worried about was staying awake for whatever Brandon had to say. Briefings just sucked, especially IT ones. If it wasn’t a dick-swinging contest on who knew more acronyms, it was a bunch of useless information.