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About the author:
Margot is a lifelong lover of stories with a magical twist, especially stories with a supernatural love affair. She lives outside of Chicago among the raccoons and foxes.
What inspired you to write your book?
I love to hear people’s dark stories, how they are different on a deeper level than they appear on the surface. It’s intriguing to think that everyone has a magical potential, if only they can find the right partner to unlock it. This book is inspired by that idea.
Here is a short sample from the book:
Suddenly, she released his arm, sitting up and looking all around the room. She could see everything as though it were lit from within. Tiny trails of light coursed over everything, connecting everything in the room to each other, and to her. She could see every mote of dust as it pirouetted in the air. She could see every tuft of fibre in the carpet, individually. Listening closely, she heard every vampire and human at the party, and each note of the song the band was playing.
“Just The Two Of Us.”
“What?”
“The song… in the garden. They’re playing ‘Just The Two Of Us.’”
“Oh,” he said. “Bill Withers, right. I hear it.”
“You hear it?” she marvelled. “Is this what it’s like for you? Always?”
“Maybe?” he said dotingly. She could see the pleasure in his eyes. “Do you like it?”
She thought for a moment, listening to the heartbeats of individuals, to the sound of them swallowing, to their passions rising and falling.
“I think I do,” she breathed. Her whole body was on fire, but she felt no fear. There was power in it. Every cell was a tiny flame in her body.
She turned and looked at Gunner, seeing him intensely. She could see every hair, every curving eyelash, every pore of his smooth skin. She drank in his surface like reading a book. She realized she was smiling… grinning.
“You’re… beautiful,” she said wonderingly. He pulsed red, she could see it now. He glowed intensely like the coal of a fire.
And she found she wanted him, badly. Worse than she had ever wanted anything in her life. Her belly screamed his name. Her skin felt flayed, demanding his touch, but at the same time it began to feel like she was being burned alive.
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