Besides my infatuation with glitter, I also have an unreasonable passion for writing. When I was in high school, I once turned in a story late because it wasn't good enough. Trust me- it wasn't. And do you know what grade I got? An A+ "because it was so long!" True story (God rest your soul, Mrs. Verstrate, thank you!). This may also explain why my name eReeder, which looks way too much like eReader, tickles me pink.
Also, you probably don't need to know that I traveled to the ends of the Earth (ok, only to Phoenix and Raleigh, but still) just to come back to my hometown of Grand Rapids, MI. You don't need to know it, but that tidbit might help to know why my sister-in-law is more than justified when she calls me random. Scatterbrained much? Not me! As Dorothy would say, there really is no place like home. I am very grateful to be back here. Not only to be in my family and friends' lives again, but to reestablish my roots and continue what I truly love: writing. With your help, and a little bit of divine intervention, I'm hoping (praying/performing ritual sacrifices) that I can make a living writing. Let the unreasonable passion begin!
Step into the shadows with witches, werewolves, shifters, vampires, and soul mates: the sizzling hot alphas you love.
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Turning your back on destiny is a dangerous game.
Despite the mark that burns into her soul from a dark betrayal and royal ties to the faerie court, New York City bounty hunter, Cy Vanguard is determined to remain true to her own soul. Abducted and returned to Knockany by the Boogeyman at the request of her mother, Cy struggles to find a sane answer that will allow her to return to the outer world.
But when a grotesque gift is delivered to her in the form of an owl’s head, along with a stark, chilling threat against everyone she loves, Cy commits herself to a dangerous race against unbeatable odds. With no choice but to turn to Anthony, an old friend with a history of being untrustworthy, Cy rushes to collect an impossible list of ingredients before everyone she loves pays the ultimate price.
Can Cy find a way to escape Knockany before threats turn to blood? Or will she discover that is not just her life she is risking… it’s her existence?
Not everyone wants to be a faerie princess.
Me in particular. Of course, the bad news is I actually am one. Or at least I used to be. As soon as I realized I was better at throwing punches than kissing babies, I split. I ran so far I thought that life would never find me. And it didn’t until a faerie was murdered in New York City. The last thing I want is to be dragged back into that hell, but if I don’t find answers about who is killing faeries, my entire race could be in jeopardy.
Then just when I think things can’t get any worse, I meet the one man who could ruin everything. He’s delicious, intense, and has these blue eyes that make me forget my name. Oh, did I mention he’s a vampire? Yeah, as far as faeries go, it doesn’t get more deadly than vampires. So why can’t I seem to stay away from him?
I’m Cy Vanguard. Bounty Hunter. Faerie Princess. Call me what you want. But if you’re the one who murdered that faerie, you better hope you’re running when I find you.
It was the end of the world as we knew it.
Vampires and the vampyr were out to get faeries. There were no two ways about it. I know they were addicted to our blood, but this was ridiculous. I was about to learn a secret that made them more evil than I could have ever imagined. Now it was up to me to save the poor faeries in their clutches. The only problem was that I was one of those faeries. Just how was I supposed to save myself? Turns out it was possible. It just involved a whole lot of death.
Vampires, witches, and trolls, oh my.
There were perks to being fey. It brought all kinds of creatures out of the woodwork. Thankfully, most of them were on my side. If you didn’t count my new pixie, Kittie, and the vampires chasing me, that is. Well, Kittie wasn’t mine per se, but I was keeping her for the foreseeable future. It was payback for getting me caught.
That’s right caught- by my own kind nonetheless. You’d think of all the races that would be on my side I could at least count on my own among them. But no. Now my life was on the line and I had to find a way to break out of the very place I’d once called home. It just wasn’t right. How could the single, most amazing, moment of my life be followed by the absolute worst?
Have I gone mad?
The Mad Hatter had been right to ask that. And now when people poured blood on each other for fun and stalkers masqueraded as arrogant jocks, it was just as valid of a question.
When I’d just barely escaped with my life from a crazy vampire, the last thing I wanted to do was go to the vampire equivalent of a ball. I didn’t want to be the belle of anything. I just wanted to keep my life. But I had to go. It was my best chance at solving Patti’s case. The dangers were escalating though and I didn’t know what to think or where to turn. The worst part was not knowing if the thoughts in my head were my own. What do you do when your biggest problem turned out to be you?
Vampires are just people.
Right, and I’m Santa Claus. Who thought I was going to buy that load of crap? When a certain vampire haunted my every waking moment, could I not buy that line though? Could I just walk away from him and everything I’d ever wanted? It scared me more and more to think the answer to that just might be no.
But was I really going to put the entire faerie race at risk for my own selfish heart? I wanted to say no, but I really didn’t know the answer to that. All I knew was my world was dropping out from under me, and I felt like a falling star. The problem was I wanted him to catch me as I fell, even if it scorched us both.
Screw Alice and her Cheshire Cat.
Why would anyone wish for a world of nonsense? That’s what my life was and it was awful. Why would someone want that?
Take the dead faerie case for example. No sooner had I decided to take the case when things took a detour into BatShit Crazyville. And I’d thought the Mr. Rogers’ singing, saw wielding, pathologist/ serial killer was bad. (Ok, she says she’s not a serial killer, but how can you not be when you’re that happy about cutting someone up?)
Even worse than that? Things aren’t what they seem with Sven. I didn’t expect him to be some knight in shining armor, but when the truth is revealed it’s way more than I bargained for. What was I supposed to do now? Deny my feelings for him? Or ignite the very thing that could change the course of faerie existence forever?
A vampire and faerie walk into a bar.
Don't wait for a punch line; there isn’t one. It isn’t the beginning of a joke. It's the beginning of the moment that changed my life. A big statement coming from someone who'd walked away from their life as a faerie princess, I know.
At any other time, I would’ve said the moment began when I found Harold, the out-of-his mind faerie. Or maybe even when the file, filled with death, had been slapped onto my desk. (You would think a bounty hunter wouldn’t have to explain to her boss that she doesn’t do homicides.)
It wasn’t either of those though. It was none other than the mystery, the beautiful badness, of Sven that paralyzed me.
I have Call of the Beast: Head Over Heels coming out this week, exclusive to Prowlers & Growlers. I’m also accepting loyal beta readers!
Is there a message in your novels that you want readers to grasp?
That discrimination is baseless and wrong. If we take the time to get to know someone, we will realize that.
How much of the book is realistic and are experiences based on someone you know, or events in your own life?
The book is not at all realistic. None of it is based on experiences or events from my own life. The only exception to this is I know someone with the tattoo Book Worm across his knuckles. He isn’t a troll though!
Who designed the covers?
My husband designed the covers. He does all of my design work, including my website. He’s incredible. And he’s also starting to do them for others, if anyone wants a cover designer!
When and why did you begin writing?
I began writing after I won Young Authors in 6th grade. I started writing for the contest. I loved it so much that I never stopped.
If any of your books was made into a film who would you like to play the lead?
Are reader reviews important to you? Why?
Reader Reviews couldn’t be more important. First it’s direct feedback. If a reader doesn’t like something, I need to know so I can change it. I write to entertain, so if I’m not succeeding, there is a big problem! If there are too many poor reviews, I’ll actually revise an entire book!! It’s also important on the business side of things. Reviews can sway a reader’s opinion on whether to buy a book or not. And being able to continue to do what I love means the world to me.
Do you have a blog/website?
I do! www.ericareeder.com