Something about me, the author—I love tattoos because they tell a person’s
story. History and archeaology shows us that humans have been
wearing ink since we began writing words down. Long before the advent of
scientific inquiry, humans had strong, possibly magical reasons for why they got
tattoos. These marking identified them as members of certain clans or as healers
or chiefs or as those seeking the healing powers from their ancestors. While the
times have changed and people of today don’t necessarily believe their tattoos
are magical, they still get them to tell a story about their own triumphs or
losses or hopes or their history or familial connections.
The Deathmark series
was born from the idea that tattoos can have good or bad magical properties.
Perhaps that butterfly on your shoulder helped you heal a wound or that favorite
quote kept you focused on your seemingly unachievable goal. But for anyone
unfortunate enough to get a skull tattoo from Master Scrivener Ollie Dormier,
they are set on the fastrack to their death.
The idea of Ollie’s job—tattooing death into unwitting humans—seems both an
interesting and heartbreaking one. The job as a Scrivener becomes a real problem
for an empathetic soul. Such is the case in Ollie’s story. She cares so much
about saving lives instead of ending them, that she is willing to become a
traitor to the business of death.
Add in some sexy, wise-cracking grim reapers to balance out Ollie’s awful job
satisfaction and, well, you get the world of Styx.
One last thing about me. Some have asked if I wear a Deathmark. I have one
(clearly it hasn’t done me in just yet) and I got it from a friend and highly
talented artist named Jessica Weichers. Jess participates in P.INK, a program
that provides tattoo inspiration and artist info to masectomy patients. If
you’re in the St. Louis area, go check out her shop. I can assure you she isn’t
a Scrivener, but rather a damn fine tattoo artist with a heart of gold.
Peace,
xAbigail
Abigail Baker shares her home with a Siamese cat endearingly named “The Other
Cat” and two rescued mutts with mundane human names that people think are cute.
In addition to writing about rebellious heroines, she enjoys hiking, discovering
craft beers, baking the perfect vanilla bean cupcake, and rock climbing (going
as far as scaling 800 vertical feet to the summit of Devil’s Tower National
Monument in 2013.).
Abigail won first place in the Rocky Mountain Fiction
Writer’s 2010 Colorado Gold Writing Contest for Romance for THE BLOODSUCKER and
first place in RWA’s Golden Network’s 2011 Golden Pen in Paranormal Romance for
TATTOO OF YOUR NAME ACROSS MY SOUL (now THE REAPER’S KISS, Deathmark Book One).
She regularly blogs about life observances, lives at the base of the Rocky
Mountains, and can be easily found hiking any of Colorado’s best trails.
Deathmark
#2
It’s been two years since I tried to overthrow Death...
Now, all I have to show for it is a life in exile without my lover and
personal Grim Reaper, Brent Hume. He bargained his soul for my safety. If I
could get him back, I would, but I don't don't have the first idea how. So I
live for the night when Reaper’s bring nightmares to the living—and Brent visits
me in mine. Doesn’t make for a good night’s sleep, but I’ll take what little of
him I can get.
When Death comes calling, sending me into an old foe’s camp as a spy, my
inner rebel awakens once more. If I play my cards right, I might improve upon my
growing Master Scrivener powers and finally free Brent so that we can be
together for good. I know he’ll do anything to keep me safe—even if it means
I’ll never see him again. And that scares the Hell out of me.
Romance Paranormal |
Fantasy Urban
[Entangled Select, On Sale: June 27, 2016, e-Book,
ISBN: 9781682811832 / eISBN: 9781633755871]
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