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About the author:
H.G. Lynch is a paranormal romance author who lives in a tiny Scottish village with her boyfriend and three adorable rabbits. Her books are mostly YA but she has a few adult novels and short stories too.
What inspired you to write your book?
I started writing as a teenager, as an escape from reality, and signed my first book contract for Born Dark, my debut novel, a day after my 18th birthday. I now have over 20 published works.
Dead Girls Don't Dance was inspired by the Mexican traditional festival Day of the Dead, which I found fascinating. I wanted to create the story of what happens to the spirits on the other side of the celebration – the fear, the loneliness, and just maybe a little romance if there happens to be a hot ghost guy around.
Here is a short sample from the book:
The day I died was Halloween. I remember that much.
It was raining so hard that the wipers could barely keep up, the sound of it pounding on the car roof deafening me. I already had a headache from the party, and my lacy witch costume was itching like crazy. I’d lost the little pointed witch hat at some point – I expected someone had used it to throw up in.
I was drunk and tired, watching the silhouettes of trees roll past against the cloudy night sky. Streaks of rain made moving patterns across the cold glass of the window.
“What’s that!?” Mark yelled suddenly, and Mum slammed on the brakes. The sound of the tires screaming on the wet road was burned into my mind in that moment, as my head smashed into the back of the driver’s seat.
I felt the car pull abruptly to the side as a puddle grabbed the front wheel. We aquaplaned, rattling through wire fencing and off the road. In the headlights, I briefly saw the tree we were about to crash into.
I don’t remember the impact.
I don’t remember the car skidding sideways at the last moment so that the tree branch came through my window instead of the windscreen.
I don’t remember the branch skewering my temple, shattering my skull.
I don’t remember dying.
I just know that I did.