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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’ve always been interested in religions. I think that knowing a region’s religion gives you deep insight into the culture of the people who live there. Then I began thinking about the gods and what it would be like if they were actual people with needs and emotions like everyone else. What would they be like? What would motivate them? And who would keep them in check? The Godhunter was born.
Here is a short sample from the book:
I ended up half under the mock-orange bushes fencing in my back yard, and a small sound caught my attention. Nick was huddled under there as well, pressed up against the wall separating my yard from next doors’. He was shaking and looking at me with wide scaredy-cat eyes.
“It’s okay, baby,” I whispered. “Mama’s just gonna to go kick some werewolf ass. You wait here.” I clucked my tongue at him reassuringly before I rolled away and backed up to face the wolfman.
Funny but that little furball gave me the extra drive I needed to face down the monster. As pathetic as it may sound, that cat is like my child and I was as enraged as any mother would be when their baby was in danger. Mess with me and I’ll defend myself but mess with my cat and I’ll obliterate you. The wolfman was going down.
I ran at him just as he started for me but at the last second, I dove low and punched out at both of his knees. I kept going with my momentum and he toppled over my back. As he thrashed, one of his flailing legs caught me in the head.
My vision shifted sharply as the werewolf crumpled, howling in pain. I went down as well, battling nausea until I was finally able to stand again. I don’t know how much time I lost but when my head finally cleared, the wolfman was on his stomach, crawling toward me with as much menace as a crawling thing can muster. Let me just say here that a crawling werewolf can reach deep and come up with a lot of menace.
I launched myself at him again, ignoring the pounding in my head and the sour taste in my mouth, as I kicked him in the muzzle as hard as I could. His head spun and blood sprayed but he just shook it off and snarled at me. I know I, like most women, hold most of my strength in my legs so it had been one hell of a kick. Tough bastard.
“I’m going to kill you slowly, bitch.” His voice was even worse now that his mouth was filling with blood.
“It’s witch with a W and you’re the one on the ground, dog breath.” I kicked him again and his arm shot out, claws sinking into my left thigh and bringing me down.
He roared in triumph as I screamed, then he lunged forward but I used my free foot to smash at his face. The claws in my thigh shook and cut deeper, grinding my kodachi into my leg and effectively trapping it as well. His other paw batted at me as I continued to kick him. It tore through my leather pants but the wounds were minor compared to what would happen if I let up, so I kept thrusting my foot at him till I heard a snap and he went limp.
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