How a perfectly sane person becomes a paranormal novelist
Hi, my name is BR and I’m a paranormal fantasy addict.
It started when a friend, or at least I thought she was a friend, loaned me a couple of JD Robb’s In Death books. Then another supposed friend loaned me Pride and Prejudice and Zombies. I discovered Kim Harrison’s Hollows series and Richelle Meade’s succubus books.
Before I knew it, I was on a death spiral into alternate realities. Yasmine Galenorn’s Sisters of the Moon, Faith Hunter’s Rogue Mage, Patricia Briggs’ Mercy Thompson, I didn’t realize it, but I was hooked. I swallowed Nina Harper’s sophisticated Manhattan succubus and Jim Butcher’s warlock without a whimper of protest.
I found myself reading about vampires having sex with werewolves, witches casting spells on unsuspecting demons, fairies falling in love with Lokis (Lokis???), all without a single thought to the depravity I was sinking into. My capacity for critical thinking drowned in a suspension of belief that knew no end. I needed an intervention, but as with most addicts, I didn’t admit to myself how low I’d fallen. I didn’t care that I was wallowing in the unclean thoughts and magical thinking that is the paranormal gutter, underlying the lives of so many people who look and act normal in the every day world. I started fantasizing about, “wouldn’t it be weird if that guy was a werewolf?” or worse, “I wonder if vampire sex is really as hot as it’s supposed to be?”
Then I got a job, an incredibly boring job, with a two-hour a day commute. Eleven hours a day that I couldn’t read. I found myself in shaking withdrawal. In desperation, I began to make up my own stories, and then I found a world and a story that fascinated me. I didn’t need books anymore, I had a paranormal circus going on in my own head.
Visiting a friend, I got caught up in a conversation about self publishing. In what I now know was a final cry for help, hoping someone would recognize my problem and force me into a twelve-step program, I told her that I had a story I thought would make a good book. The final blow to reality was delivered with a sudden crashing finality. She encouraged me to write it down.
When I raised my head from my laptop several months later, I discovered I had created a world and characters that now seemed more real than my own family. In a fit of revenge seeking, I sent it to the people responsible for my sad state, the vicious women who gave me that first taste of candy, luring me into the dark, hidden world of urban fantasy and paranormal romance. My state was so reduced, all I could do at that point was inflict my madness on others, on those who turned me.
To my utter shock, they liked it. Not all of it. They gave me suggestions, comments, edits, and instead of calling in a shrink, actually encouraged me to finish my self destruction and publish it.
Broken Dolls is my fourth book. I hope you like it.
BR Kingsolver
Genre: Urban Fantasy / Paranormal Suspense
ISBN: 9781301813568 (ePub)
Number of pages: 235
Word Count: 79,600
Cover Artist: Mia Darien
Book Description:
Private investigator RB Kendrick makes her living nailing cheating spouses, digging up other dirt to help in a divorce, finding long-lost relatives, and occasionally sniffing out criminal activity and fraud.
When she takes a job to find a missing girl, she has no idea she is headed for the most dangerous case of her career. Usually, her ability to read minds gives her an edge. But when the people she’s hunting are also telepaths, that advantage is limited.
The search takes her into the dark underbelly of telepathic society, where anything, and anyone, is for sale. She discovers that telepathic women and girls are being trafficked as the ultimate sex slaves.
With people trying to kill her, she’s on the run, not knowing who she can trust. Will she find the missing girl, or become a victim herself?
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About the Author:
I made silver and turquoise jewelry for almost a decade, ended up in nursing school, then took a master’s in business. Along the way I worked in construction, as a newspaper editor, a teacher, and somehow found a career working with computers.
I love the outdoors, especially the Rocky Mountains. I’ve skied since high school, with one broken leg and one torn ACL to show for it. I’ve hiked and camped all my life. I love to travel. I’ve seen a lot of Russia and Mexico, not enough of England. Amsterdam is amazing, and the Romanian Alps are breathtaking. I was in Paris and Iceland this summer.
I love the outdoors, especially the Rocky Mountains. I’ve skied since high school, with one broken leg and one torn ACL to show for it. I’ve hiked and camped all my life. I love to travel. I’ve seen a lot of Russia and Mexico, not enough of England. Amsterdam is amazing, and the Romanian Alps are breathtaking. I was in Paris and Iceland this summer.
I have a very significant other, two cats and two Basset Hounds. I’m currently living in Baltimore, nine blocks from the harbor, but still own a home in New Mexico.
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