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About the author:
She enjoys serious, kick-ass heroines in her literature. “Nothing is more endearing than a woman who goes up against overwhelming supernatural odds with a sense of humor,” she says. “Who wouldn’t want to be that woman? I want to be that woman. So that’s who I write about, the woman I want to be and the men I want to be with.” Her main characters are strong, witty women, who in the midst of trauma will crack a joke, or find the nerve to sass a villain even when they know it’s not in their best interest. Add to that, strong male characters who aren’t intimidated or emasculated by the main heroine’s strength and you have a dynamic partnership. Amy’s books aren’t about women being more powerful than men or subjugating men in any way, they’re about women who can be strong and yet want their men to have their own strengths as well. More importantly, her heroines have humility and weaknesses that make them not only believable but easy to relate to.
What inspired you to write your book?
I wanted a different type of fairy story, something darker but yet romantic, something true to the original myths about stories, something with a lot of research put into it, that you could almost use as reference itself. So I wrote Fairy-Struck.
Here is a short sample from the book:
“Tiernan Shadowcall, Lord of the Wild Hunt,” he said tonelessly but then his wide shoulders tensed, muscles flexing enough to shift his silver breastplate, and his gaze shot to mine.
I blinked at the intensity in those strange eyes and a shiver of precognition coasted through me. The silver in his gaze seemed to warm, melt, and go liquid as a trailing tickle of fingers ghosted over my flesh. My eyelids twitched over images of his face above me, long fingers clenching in the grass beside my cheek. I inhaled sharply and determinedly pushed the vision away to focus on the present. Tiernan cocked his head and took a step towards me. I was about to move towards him as well when I realized how crazy that would be and stopped myself.
“How can we help you, Lord Hunter?” I said as I lifted my sword and made a lie of my welcoming words. I didn’t know what the vision meant, if it was a promise or a warning, an attack or… something else entirely. I couldn’t think about it right then so I let the questions go and focused on the job at hand.
Tiernan stopped moving and blinked rapidly as he frowned, shifting his gaze from my eyes to my sword. He took a step back and then his eyes fell on the black SUV behind me. Those silver orbs seemed to flash and then he began to smile.
“You’ve found her already,” he looked back to me. “Well done, Lady Extinguisher.”
“Thank you,” my father stepped between us. “We’ve got it from here.”
“I’m afraid my orders are to return with Aideen Evergreen’s body,” he finally looked towards my father. “I’ll wait if you’d like to kill her yourself. I know you have a hatred that needs to be fed, Ewan Sloane. Far be it for me to begrudge a fellow warrior his share of blood.”
“I’ll feed my hatred with your blood if you don’t get off my property,” Dad edged forward and the fey tensed.
“Easy now,” Tiernan waved his soldiers down without even glancing at them. This was a man who expected to be obeyed. “You have the warrant of execution. We both want the same thing. Just kill the girl and be done with it, then we’ll leave peacefully with her body. You won’t even have to bother with the clean-up.”
“No one’s going to kill her. Not today,” I edged around my father and heard his sharp intake of breath. I always let him handle business and I never got between him and a fairy. I don’t know what came over me.