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A Paranormal Women’s Fiction with a bit of class, and a lot of sass for anyone who feels like age is just a number!

One day I’m married, living in Seattle, and magic isn’t real.
The next, I’m divorced and living in the guest room of my ex’s hotter- than-sin cousin’s place in Savannah . . . and talking to an animated skeleton named Robert.

I have to admit, Robert isn’t my worst date.

At forty-one, I didn’t think I’d be starting over. But I’ll be damned if my ex thinks I’m down and out because he pulled a fast one on me.
When a job comes my way that offers me a chance to use my childhood training in the shadow world, I take it—I need the money more than I care about my sanity.

It’s dangerous.
I have to embrace the magic and dark of my past.
And I need Advil to keep me going.

So those who’d hold me back better sit up and take notice, because a new woman is in town, and she’s not about to be counted out by anyone.

Even if she does groan when she rolls out of bed in the morning.

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**Cait Sidhe’s Review of Midlife Bounty Hunter**

This sassy protagonist is not going to let anything get her down. After divorcing her jerk of a husband, she moves back to Savannah. He’s even taken her grandmother’s house from her, but she’s not going to let the insult stand. Turns out grandma had some tricks to be taught and even though Bree hasn’t used them in a long time, she’s headed back into the classroom. When she interviews with the Hollows, a group of supernaturals, she has to turn the magic back on quickly.

The trope of supernaturals policing supernaturals is nothing new, but I enjoyed the first-person view of Breena coming back into her own. She’s spunky, has some great one-liners, and isn’t willing to be pushed around. It’s not going to be easy but she is up for the challenge.

Behold, my field of ducks, and see that it is barren. Absolutely not one duck in sight as far as I could see.

One thing that wasn’t much fun was listening to Bree continuously put herself down as being old and decrepit. I mean, I get it. Getting in shape at 40 doing all the things Bree has to do would completely suck. I’d whine too, but honestly, 40 is not that old. She acted like she was 30 years older and completely dried up. She still manages to kick butt. Who cares if it’s with the gratuitous help of Advil?

I loved all the side characters that cross her path. The ex, Alan, was a pretty stereotypical creep, but who cares about him. All you really need to know is that she calls him “Himself” instead of his name, not because he’s so important but because she is afraid that by using his name she’ll summon him. What made this so fun was the hot weaponsmith, Crash, that she keeps getting tangled up with and the chocolate-eating skeleton Robert that showed up occasionally to help her out. Feish, who is a river maid, is an interesting and funny character as well. There is certainly a mixed bag of supes to encounter along the way, including a possible love triangle for Breena.

It’s well set up for the continuation of the series. With the main issue being getting Granny’s house back not being solved at the end, it’s a good lead in to the next book Midlife Fairy Hunter. If you like snarky, over 40 protagonists whose fields are barren of ducks to give, this is your book

I give Midlife Bounty Hunter 4 out of 5 propellers

About the Author

A long time ago, in a galaxy far away, I was born into a family of Star Wars nuts. I have a lot of siblings (somewhere I lost count but I think there was more than could be numbered on one hand) and being one of the young padawans I was subjected to Star Wars marathons, on a regular basis. If you’ve read any of my books you’ll see there is often a reference to said movies as a small homage to my upbringing. May the force be with you and all that jazz.

I started writing when I realized I didn’t want to grow up not believing in magic, or not believing in creatures everyone else said didn’t exist. That being said, I have never seen a fairy, unicorn or dragon. I had a neighbour who swore they fed the leprechauns in their garden, but I never caught the little buggers no matter how long I lay in wait. (And consequently had to help the neighbours plant new flowers to replace those I killed waiting for the leprechauns to show their faces.)

Along the way, I found my husband who is the rock that keeps me from floating away into my dreams, and we have a little boy who is the centre of our world. Living on a farm keeps us busy (as if the writing wasn’t enough) and I have more than my share of stories about wrestling with cows, helping birth calves and ending up in the creek during the process, falling in the mud (we’ll call it mud but we all know that on a farm, mud is rarely mud) and chasing escaped livestock in the hopes the four legged convicts don’t make it to the highway.

I’ve taken up archery, and the goal is to move into horseback archery in time (you know, when I can hit the target on a consistent basis) and when no one is looking, I love to bake (this doesn’t happen often as it’s hard to keep the sweet treats in stock with two boys in the house.)

As to what’s coming next for me? More stories (since those never stop inside my head, I might as well share them with all of you!) and more adventures. Pretty much, when the fancy strikes, I’ll jump on it. Leap before you look I’m sure that motto was created for me.

Or was that . . . think big and dream bigger, ready, set, pull the trigger . . . yeah. That one is a good one too. But only if you have a gun. And are hunting elephants. Which is not cool because of so many reasons. Let’s stick with the first one with an addendum.

Leap before you look and let your dreams carry you on their wings. And that, my friends, is me in a nutshell.

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