ABOUT THE BOOK
Welcome to my stop for the Xpresso Book Tours blog tour for Dirty Deeds: An Urban Fantasy Collection by Devon Monk, Diana Pharaoh Francis, Faith Hunter, and R.J. Blain.
Supernatural beings with strange fixations, personal failings, and comical personalities. All in six magical and suspenseful stories sure to educate you on fascinating urban fantasy tactics. Who could ask for more?
Sealed with a Tryst by Devon Monk – It’s a Pandora’s storage bin of a mess. Police chief Delaney Reed is supposed to be on a much-needed vacation with her fiancé, Ryder, but she’s worried about the usual strange incidents in her town of Ordinary, Oregon. What could go wrong in the vacation spot of the gods?
At Death’s Door by Devon Monk – What do you get when you have Death pet sit for a fire-breathing dragon pig with an attitude who eats anything metal and a dog named Spuds who goes AWOL? A LOL tale of a favor gone bad.
Bound into Darkness by Faith Hunter – Liz, a stone witch, has a soft spot for lost dogs, but her search in the mountains with the handsome and fearless Army Ranger, Eli churns up a years-long grudge that puts her powers to the test and their lives at risk.
The Ties That Bind by Faith Hunter – A past forbidden love between a vampire and a witch. And good friends gather to trap an enemy witch who turns out to be much worse than they all expected.
The Pixie Job by Diana Pharaoh Francis – A dreaded pixie and giant wedding. A reformed ghost exterminator with a ghost cult following, a militant elf, and drunk magic goats. They have their work cut out for them to find some missing children and the owner of a missing hand. Will the wedding go off without a hitch? Not without some supernatural chaos.
Doggone Mess by R.J. Blain – When an angry fast-food worker/bounty hunter/werewolf shifter is destined to live with a virus that was forced on her, she accepts a well-paying job from the CDC to kidnap an eligible male werewolf and businessman. And the games begin!
I recommend this magical fantastical fun collection of stories filled with strong females, protective males, hilarious beings, and dire situations.
Thank you to the authors for giving me the opportunity to read this book with no expectation of a positive review.
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ABOUT THE AUTHORS
Devon Monk is the national bestselling author of urban fantasy. She currently has six urban fantasy series, including hockey fantasy, future fantasy, and small-town fantasy. She also has one magical steampunk western series and a short story collection on the shelves. She will be adding a new urban fantasy series to her roster very soon and has plans to add more magic-filled genres to her list. She lives in beautiful, rainy Oregon. When not writing, she can be found drinking too much coffee, watching hockey, or knitting ridiculous things.
Diana Pharaoh Francis
I was raised on a cattle ranch in Northern California (outside a town called Lincoln which is now part of an enormous sprawl). I taught myself to ride a horse at the age of six, as no one had the time to teach me—they were all busy learning how to irrigate, how to cajole an angry bull into another field, how to pull a calf… Afraid of heights, and absolutely sure I was going to die, I managed to scramble up on the back of a very patient and lazy strawberry roan destrier, and plod off into the sunset.
Thereafter, I spent much of my early life on horseback, or so far buried into a book that the rest of the world ceased to exist (much to the annoyance of my family—it took several attempts to get my attention). We all had very specific jobs on the ranch and mine was horses and cattle—out rounding up at dawn. And since I rode bareback, my standing request was to wake me up 5 minutes before everyone else headed for the barn—time enough to dress and eat my Wheaties, and no sleep time wasted on saddling.
After high school, I attended college after college, racking up a BA and MA in creative writing and a Ph.D. in literature and theory. My very patient and supportive husband traipsed across the Midwest and back to Montana for me (though my husband insists that he’s been running and hiding and I just keep finding him), where I taught for fourteen years at the University of Montana-Western, gaining tenure and becoming a full professor. While there, we mixed genes and had a son Q-ball, who in our humbly unbiased opinions, is the most wonderful son ever produced, and a daughter, Princess Caesar, who is the most wonderful daughter ever produced. We currently live in Oregon where the winters are much warmer and much more green and growing things is a lot easier.
I have a fascination for the Victorians, weather, geology, horses, plants and mythology, I like spicy food, chocolate and cheesecake, and I have an odd and morbid sense of humor. (Or so I’ve been told. Often.) Incidentally, the Pharaoh is in fact my real name, and oddly enough, is of British origin.
My life is writing, creating worlds where none existed before. I love it, and I love the characters that spring to life fully formed. I love the justice that I can find in the pages of a book where none existed before. I’m not a talented person, but I reckon if God was going to give me one single talent, I’m REALLY glad it’s writing! I’ve been writing since tenth grade, and will stop the day they tumble me into a grave and cover me up.
In spring, summer, and early fall, the Hubs and I go whitewater paddling. Sometimes it’s just a lazy ride down the Catawba River. Other times it’s a faster run on a Class II or Class III river. See? Told you I still think I’m ten feet tall and bulletproof.
In cooler temps, I think about driving to the beach. I live near Myrtle Beach. Well, it’s a four hour drive. But the Hubby and I have an RV, and we can jump in and drive down, spend the night, and hit the surf as we please. I can write in the RV too, on the laptop, though I admit to preferring my PC to laptop writing. On the laptop, my thumbs hit the mouse on the keyboard at unexpected times and strange things happen to large blocks of text. Oy…
And for a change of pace, LET’S HEAD TO THE MOUNTAINS!!!! I’m about four hours from the Appalachian Mountains, close to Mineral City (in its real incarnation), and only about six hours from some of the best whitewater paddling in the world! WhooHoo!
RJ Blain suffers from a Moleskine journal obsession, a pen fixation, and a terrible tendency to pun without warning.
In her spare time, she daydreams about being a spy. Her contingency plan involves tying her best of enemies to spinning wheels and quoting James Bond villains until satisfied.