Authors name/Pen name: Margo Bond Collins
Author’s Bio: Margo Bond Collins lives in Texas with her husband, their daughter, several
spoiled cats, and a ridiculous turtle. She teaches college-level English
courses online, though writing fiction is her first love. She enjoys reading
urban fantasy and paranormal fiction of any genre and spends most of her free
time daydreaming about vampires, ghosts, zombies, werewolves, and other
monsters. Waking Up Dead is her first
published novel. Her second novel, Legally
Undead, is an urban fantasy, forthcoming in 2014 from World Weaver Press.
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Waking Up Dead
Release Date: October 8, 2013
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Blurb:
When Dallas resident
Callie Taylor died young, she expected to go to Heaven, or maybe Hell. Instead,
she met her fate early thanks to a creep with a knife and a mommy complex. Now she's
witnessed another murder, and she's not about to let this one go. She's
determined to help solve it before an innocent man goes to prison. And to
answer the biggest question of all: why the hell did she wake up in Alabama?
Genre: Paranormal Mystery
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When
I died, I expected to go to heaven.
Okay.
Maybe hell. It’s not like I was perfect or anything. But I was sort of hoping
for heaven.
Instead,
I went to Alabama.
Yeah.
I know. It’s weird.
I
died in Dallas, my hometown. I was killed, actually. Murdered. I’ll spare you
the gruesome details. I don’t like to remember them myself. Some jerk with a
knife--and probably a Bad-Mommy complex. Believe me, if I knew where he was,
I’d go haunt his ass.
At
any rate, by the time death came, I was ready for it--ready to stop hurting,
ready to let go. I didn’t even fight it.
And
then I woke up dead in Alabama. Talk about pissed off.
You
know, even reincarnation would have been fine with me--I could have started
over, clean slate and all that. Human, cow, bug. Whatever. But no. I ended up
haunting someplace I’d never even been.
That’s
not the way it’s supposed to work, right? Ghosts are supposed to be the
tortured spirits of those who cannot let go of their earthly existence. If they
could be convinced to follow the light, they’d leave behind said earthly
existence and quit scaring the bejesus out of the poor folks who run across
them. That’s what all those “ghost hunter” shows on television tell us.
Let
me tell you something. The living don’t know jack about the dead.
Not
this dead chick, anyway.
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