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After one screw up too many, Esmeralda Barnes is shipped off to Seattle to start her first semester of college while living under the strict guardianship of her great aunt. She’s prepared to serve her time in simmering silence when she meets Charlie Campbell, the only person worth talking to at the tiny community college she’s being forced to attend. His efforts to scare her away don’t work, not even when he lefts it slip that he has a psychic twin sister who helps their uncle—a police detective—solve murders. As the former member of a gang, Esmer’s confident she’s tough enough to take anything he throws at her in stride.
Then she has a near death experience. And Charlie is the first person on the scene. It turns out, his sister isn’t psychic but she does have a special connection to Death. She and Charlie both.So maybe this friendship will take a little more work than Esmer originally thought. But hey, it’s better than the gang. Even after being pulled into a string of grisly murder investigations, running with people possessing supernatural abilities, and dealing with the very real presence of a minor goddess, Esmer’s pretty sure hanging with Charlie is better than being back with the gang. Yep, pretty damn sure.
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I threw the door open to the men’s restroom, skidded to a halt just inside, and fell back against the closed door. Straining my ears to hear over the pounding of my heart, I bit back a smile.
“Dammit!” Randi hissed.
“Let’s just go in and get her,” Karen snapped.
“We are not getting caught in the guys’ bathroom! Let the bitch get a bad rep with Security. We’ll hang back and teach her a lesson when no one’s looking. Just keep an eye on the door for now.”
Mumbles and grunts betrayed the rest of the gang’s disappointment.
“Sorry, bitches. Not today.” I glanced at the guy standing at the urinal, giving me an incredulous look over his shoulder. “Hey. How’s it going?”
“Well, I was trying to take a piss before some girl decided to come barreling in.”
“I ain’t some girl,” I said, crossing my arms. “I’m Esmer.”
The guy scoffed. “What kind of name is that?”
“The name a couple of gypsies thought would be wicked pissah,” I said with barely suppressed annoyance.
“Wicked...what?”
“Pissah,” I repeated with a raised eyebrow. “Cool? Grand? Don’t you west coasters have a word for that?”
“Yeah. It’s cool or grand. Where are you from?” he asked, like he was pretty sure I’d been raised by wolves.
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Fun fact about the book: My sister is my sounding board, fellow brainstormer, beta reader, and editor for every book I've ever written. We started our creative writing club when we were kids (she was in 6th grade and I was in 4th), where we each worked on our stories during the week and met up one night to read to each other and discuss ways in which we could improve our craft. This continued even after we moved out of the house and went our separate ways, although she later discovered her passion was more geared toward helping authors succeed while I loved the writing itself. Death's Curses, however, is the first book where we both contributed to the writing aspect of the book. Utilizing Google docs, we wrote, shared, and edited each others' excerpts right up until the book was finished. Just another reason why this book is so dear to me. :)
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