A Paranormal Women’s Fiction with a bit of class, and a lot of sass for anyone over forty!

Over the hill, all outta ducks to give, and suddenly life is looking up . . .even if you’re living with a ghost and fighting off werewolves.

Moving back to Savannah changed my life in all the best ways. New job. New friends. As far from my ex-husband as possible.

I didn’t count on the Shadow World intensifying its hold on my life.

Color me surprised, when a new job lands in my lap watching over a fairy ring. Worth ten times what I’d make anywhere else, it seems too good to be true. I take it anyway.

And that’s when things get weird
Spells are cast on my friends that seems to make them lose their marbles.

I’ve got a Bigfoot baking in my kitchen.

And a skeleton is quickly becoming my go-to guy. Which is silly because the eye candy strutting around in front of me is drool worthy. (I’m looking at you, Crash. Really looking 0_0)

Nothing in Savannah is what it seems, and the magic and undercurrents of this city are pulling me onto a dangerous path.

But with a Fae Queen begging my help, and the darkness closing in, I can only do one thing.

Pop a couple Advil, and kick some serious ducking butt.

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Book Three: Midlife demon Hunter

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

This time around Breena finds herself keeping watch over a fairy mound. The Hollows group are all acting super weird, so she can’t count on them. She quickly finds her own merry band of misfits to help her out. She’s strong-willed and even more determined this time around. Especially when she finds out the scheming ex is trying to sell Gran’s house right from underneath her. There’s plenty going down in the Shadow world without having to deal with “Himself” on top of it.

Big girl panties were a bitch to put on some days. But I yanked those proverbial panties up and got to work. Because work was something I could control, something I was actually pretty good at.

Some of the issues I had with the first book ironed themselves out a little. I didn’t find Breena’s constant moaning and groaning about being old and overweight as annoying. Not to say she still didn’t do some of that, but certainly not as much.  Corb is difficult for me as a love interest because he was not very nice to her in book one, constantly berating and demeaning. It’s like the kid on the playground picking on you and being told it’s only because he likes you. No. I can excuse some of it due to the relationship with her ex that was emotionally abusive but come on, Bree. While Breena is older, there is no need to constantly be bashing younger women, like they have it all.

Robert the skeleton was my favorite character in the first book, but he has completely been replaced. My new main man is a great baker. It’s not his fault he’s covered in hair. That’s right. I’m talking about Eric the Bigfoot. I love the big ol’ hairy guy. Not that he’s a love interest, thank goodness. That might be a bit weird. Besides, Crash has that covered. Things are heating up where he is concerned but Corb is still waiting in the wings. This is a sloooow burn, so for those readers who want the goods, sorry you have to wait!

Midlife Fairy Hunter grabs you from the beginning and doesn’t let you go. There are magics and mischiefs afoot! With this assembled team, they can (and do) take on anything.

I give Midlife Fairy 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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