About
the Book
Title:
Dead and Kicking
Author:
Lisa Emme
Genre:
Urban Fantasy
What’s a
girl to do when her date is D.O.A?
Angharad ‘Harry’
Russo is just your ordinary twenty-something, with one exception -
she’s a witch with an out of the ordinary gift. When her blind
date goes sideways and she ends up face to face with a dead body, her
life starts to go sideways too.
Harry soon finds
herself right in the middle of the mayhem, dealing with Cian Nash, a
homicide detective that is as aggravating as he is sexy; the biggest,
baddest vampire in town; and a parcel of pesky zombies that keep
popping up everywhere. It’s all connected to her date’s
unfortunate demise, or is there more to it than meets the eye?
Author
Bio
Lisa Emme is a
Canadian who proudly ends her ABC’s with ‘zed’. A
self-professed book-a-holic, she has spent the last few years trying
to stem her book hoarding tendencies by writing her own stories and
by avoiding the bargain table at the bookstore like the plague.
A bit of a thrill
seeker, Lisa has tried such death defying activities as bungy jumping
off a bridge and rappelling down the side of a 17 storey building.
She's also single-handedly raising a teenager.
Lisa
has worked as a veterinary assistant, playground instructor, bank
teller, store clerk, waitress, telephone solicitor, research writer
for an environmental think tank, computer programmer, and systems
analyst. Her passion however, is writing. What else is she going to
do during the long, cold prairie winter?
Lisa would love to
hear from you. You can find her here:
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Book Trailer
Book Excerpts
…I crept as
quietly as I could, but it was pretty much a given that I couldn’t
hide from a vampire’s amped up hearing or sense of smell. When I
reached the end of the wall dividing the hall and the kitchen, I
started to peek around the corner only to be abruptly grabbed and
thrown against the wall.
“Gaak!” I said.
Hey, you try talking when a six foot goon with the strength of a
vampire has his arm cross your windpipe.
Tomas had pinned my
knife hand as well as my throat. He grinned at me smugly. I could
see Salvador lounging unconcerned across the room. My vision began
to blur from the lack of oxygen as I let my knees give out a little,
shifting more of my weight onto his arm. Surprised, he loosened his
grip enough that I was able to take a rasping breath. I quickly
brought my knee up to his groin as hard as I could. It was
satisfying to know that whatever he was, he still felt it when he got
one in the ‘nads. Tomas let go of my arm and I slid down the wall.
Unwilling to hope that a shot to the junk was enough to keep him
down, I followed through with a quick punch to his throat. He fell
to one knee and I sprang away…
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