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About the author:
If Kristen Brand could have any superpower, she’d want telekinesis so she wouldn’t have to move from her computer to pour a new cup of tea. She lives in Florida with her husband, and her hobbies include reading comic books and desperately trying to keep the plants in her garden alive. An author of fantasy and superhero fiction, she writes stories with fire-forged friends, explosive fight scenes, and kissing.
What inspired you to write your book?
My motto is "write what you want to read." I love tough-as-nails heroines and love interests who are a bit on the villainous side. I'm also a fan of fairy folklore and magical realms, and I combined all of that into the Dark and Otherworldly trilogy.
Here is a short sample from the book:
“Kiss me,” Leigh said.
He leaned down and obeyed… and it wasn’t at all like she expected.
Leigh was used to hard, hungry kisses that tasted of cheap alcohol and lust. Dredarion’s
was gentle and testing. He touched her face with one hand, tilting up her head to give him better
access to her mouth, and his gloved thumb softly brushed her cheek. His lips coaxed, and his
tongue explored, neither of them cruel nor demanding as she’d thought they’d be. He kissed her
as though she were a priceless treasure, precious and fragile. Was this really the same man who
spun plots like a spider and had threatened to kill her if she betrayed him? Did he kiss all his
lovers like this?
Or just her?
She threw her arms around his neck and pulled him closer. He made a short noise of
surprise, struggling to regain his balance as she attacked his mouth with hers. She gripped his
hair, taking pleasure in disheveling it as she sucked greedily on his tongue. He grabbed her waist,
pulling her closer, and why, oh why did he have to wear gloves? She wanted to feel his skin
She had to pull back for a brief second of air. She was breathless, her heart pounding, and
she stared at him in amazement before he descended upon her mouth again. Her body melted like
warm butter, and she leaned into him. She had to think about the logistics of this. His bed was
miles away. They’d never make it. She wanted him now.
Someone rapped politely on the door.
Dredarion released her with a growl and glared murderously past her. “What?