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Signing

I'm very excited to say that I'll be having a signing at the Legends BooksAMillion on September 1 from 12-3 for How To Lose A Demon in 10 Days. I'd love it if you'd come out and say hi.

I've got more exciting news in the pipeline that I can't wait to share with you. So come back soon. ~Saranna
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Ride of the Darkyrie ~ Urban Fantasy

I'm very excited about this piece. This heroine is so kickass. It's like Dexter meets Anita Blake. I'm having fun with her--she has such a long road ahead of her before redemption.

In each book, Brynn has three conflicts to deal with. One supernatural, one professional, and one personal. The story arc and theme that tie the series together is Brynn’s growth—a heroine’s journey. In the beginning, she’s something not human who lives outside the world, cold and detached. As she follows her quest to claim her birthright as a Darkyrie and the Queen of Hel, she becomes more invested in the world around her and the people/beings she’s sworn to protect as a cop and a goddess. The closer she moves to divinity, the more human she becomes until she feels and experiences things more intensely than a human ever could, including love. She’s torn between two men. Her partner, a man who was once a god and one of her most trusted generals, and the assassin who once lived for her death, but finds she’s not the same woman he vowed to kill.

Want a couple of excerpts?

Excerpt 1

I am the daughter of a serial killer.

They say my father was sick, but murder isn’t a virus or some alien bacteria. I can’t deny it’s an infection. His blood runs through my veins, his breath is in my lungs and my synapses fire the way he programmed them. Murder is always there, hanging over me—the familiar stranger.

He was a handsome man—black curls framing a marble Botticellian face. Yet for his classic beauty, he was a chameleon. His skin shimmered and there was something beneath it that was not like them —the ones he hunted. I remember his hands the most, strong and broad. Tools of his trade, their width and breadth meant to span a man’s neck. Meant to crush bone and tear sinew. I remember the way blood looked on those hands, like melted rubies splashed against snow.

I am part of him, but I am not like him.

I’m not like them either—the prey.

{...}

Excerpt 2

Even after all of this, I am a good cop. I have a good reputation. I was the youngest to make detective in my squad. The FBI has invited me to consult on their serial murder task force. I am a shining star.

And they all want to know how I hunt the hunters. What is it that lets me get into their heads and think as the aberrations think? I have no answer for them except to say it’s what I do. It’s what I was born for.

I am a hunter of hunters.

© Saranna DeWylde 2011 © Saranna DeWylde 2012
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I did promise you could rummage through my desk and see what I'm working on.

Right now, it's revisions for How To Seduce An Angel in 10 Days.

Falcon Cherrywood hadn’t meant to smite Cupid with a fireball. It just sort of happened when Drusilla Tallow, hot witch and current incarnate of evil had knocked him from his broom while on his merry way to do battle. Cupid is forced into a medical retirement and Falcon has to take over as the DiaperedArcher as penance.

Here's a snippet:

"Falcon Cherrywood awoke with the most godsawful sound echoing in his head with all the force of the reportof an AK47. It sounded for all the world like Death singing in his ear. Not the proximity of the end of all things, no, but the Angel of Death: Tristan Belledare. The one Tally had sent to his great reward. The bastard was singing Cupid,Draw Back Your Bow by Sam Cooke and at an unreasonable decibel. He wished Death would, himself, indeed go silently into that good night."

These two promise to be a lot of fun. It's a strange mix of emotion when a story is done. I'm always happy to have completed a project, proud of all of my blood, sweat and tears on the page, but I'll miss those familiar voices in my head. Even though there are always new tenants waiting to take their places and other stories to tell.