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About the author:
She lives in Chicago, Illinois with her husband, daughter, and an adopted basenji mutt named Riley. When she’s not writing, editing or reading, she’s probably cooking, knitting or starting yet another remodeling project.
What inspired you to write your book?
The vampire novels of Anne Rice.
Here is a short sample from the book:
CHAPTER ONE Oliver Ripley fled his youth, riding a bus. His future rushed toward him as he abandoned his past. Boredom and cautious optimism seduced him into fractured daydreams. Anything seemed possible, but what was to come shimmered just out of his imagination’s reach like the heat mirages that danced on the asphalt before the Greyhound bus mowed them down. The first passenger to disembark, Oliver inhaled the odors of the Chicago bus station— diesel fuel, hot rubber, and corn dogs. He slung his duffle bag over his shoulder and walked out onto the busy sidewalk. The world waited, poised to spread wide before him. No one paid him any attention. He was just another stranger in the nameless crowd. Hurrying people jostled him, and did not stop to apologize. The bum he gave a dollar to didn’t even say thank you. When his back ached from the weight of his bag, he checked into a small hotel, drawn to its red sign— VACANCY. One C flashed, strobe-like. He paid for a week and settled into room 222. It smelled like cigar smoke and mildew. The bed was lumpy under a burnt-orange colored bedspread. Propping open the window with the bible he found in the bedside table, he sat on the broken air conditioner and listened to sirens and traffic. He was happy but restless. Tomorrow was going to be the first day of the rest of his life, and he was eager for it to begin. A little after midnight, he left the hotel looking for a breeze and distraction. It was a real scorcher, record setting according to the headline on the newspaper he bought from a corner store. No one talked to him, not even the store clerk who took his money without turning away from CNN. Oliver might have been invisible, and he did not mind at all. He relished the mounting sense of hovering in the night— just an anonymous instant in time— his future about to be. Fate would take him where he needed to go. The air hummed with potential. He was lost, but not concerned, when he sensed the vampire girl standing against a wall outside a nightclub. A line of people waited between blue velvet ropes next to the building, but Oliver barely noticed…