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About the author:
Alex Owens is a woman with little free time, which means she stays up all hours of the night putting pen to paper. By day she’s June Cleaver in jeans, and by night she writes. Somewhere in the middle of all that she finds time to tend ‘dem babies, fry up the bacon and curl up with a good book (or ten), much to the chagrin of her family. She’s currently at work on her Blood Chord Series and her Crow serials.
What inspired you to write your book?
A magical, mystical (maybe even Vampirish) series featuring a Mother as the heroine. And thus the Blood Chord series was born.
Here is a short sample from the book:
Cassidy put her face to mine, touching our foreheads together, effectively blocking my view of everything else in the room.
“Breathe,” she said. “Just focus on me.”
I felt myself returning to normal after a few seconds of staring at Cassidy. Her focus on me was intense, like she trying to needle around in my brain. Never one to back down, I kept the weird pose and tried to emulate Cassidy’s determined look.
She smelled like spring rain and I could see her kneeling in a garden, hands turning rich dark earth, caressing tender stalks of green. When I pictured Cassidy biting into a fresh picked tomato, I tasted it myself. I backed away quickly, whacking my elbow on the bar and stepping on a stripper’s toe. I turned to mumble my apologies, but the young brunette with doe-eyes and cleavage up to her chin totally ignored me, choosing instead to focus on her round, sweaty sugar daddy.
“Was that the first time that’s happened to you?” Cassidy said quietly, turning me back towards her.
“Yes…no…I don’t know.” I gulped down the nearest drink on the bar, not caring who it belonged to, or what it was for that matter. I would have downed motor oil to get the taste out of my mouth. To me, the only good tomato was a cooked one.
I let the fire spread down my throat as I thought about what had just happened. Chances are, that had happened to me before and I just hadn’t recognize it for what it was. Just because I couldn’t recall anything that obvious didn’t mean more subtle instances hadn’t occurred without my notice. Heck, maybe that was why I was so good at my job. Maybe I’d been using the little bits of information I absorbed to win over clients.
“Hey you, where did you go just now?” Cassidy asked.
I snapped out of my own head and signaled the statuesque bartender that I wanted another drink.
“Just thinking. Trying to make some sense, you know.” I took the amber colored shot placed in front of me and gulped it greedily. I was just so damned thirsty all the time.