Rissa Watkins

Spinning Yarns in the Desert

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Elements of the Soul

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UNREVELATIONS at Amazon

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Chicken Soup for the Soul: Find Your Inner Strength

Elements of the Soul

Elements of Time

 


UNREVELATIONS:

Meet Sara, the main character of my novel Unrevelations. She’s 37 years old and is having a rough time dealing with a cheating husband, supernatural monsters, and the job from hell. Please show her a little love as she introduces herself…

Hi. I’m Sara, and I’m being stalked by Death. No, not in a metaphorical, we are all going to die someday way. More like the literal, move out of your house and get a restraining order kind of way. I have no idea why I am one of the few mortals who can see him, but he finds it fascinating.

And now the big jerk keeps trying to kill me. Somehow, I keep surviving Death’s repeated attempts at murder, though his enthusiasm seems to grow at each failure. He turned my cheating husband into a vampire (didn’t mind that so much), sent a werewolf after me, and even turned my poor doorman into a zombie.  His obsession has caused him to slip in his daytime gig as the Fourth Horseman of the Apocalypse.

Naturally, all this happens just when my wasteland love life seems to be showing signs of life. Matt, the cute cop who keeps responding to my 911 calls, makes me dream of a happy future. Maybe one that involves handcuffs. But, before I can build a new life, I gotta survive Death’s infatuation with me and stop him from unleashing the End of Days, biblical style.


DYING TO FIND YOU:

I’d like to introduce you to Karie, the heroine from my first novel, Dying to Find You. I hope you’ll come to love her spunky charm and determination to kick ass, with or without her body…

Hello, my name is Karie and I am a ghost. Well not a ghost exactly, more like “body challenged.” I know you’re thinking denial ain’t just a river in Egypt, but it’s true. You see, I didn’t die. I never died. My body was stolen from me by some skanky evil witch. And yeah, I totally mean that literally.

She cast a spell that ripped my soul from my body and she moved on in. She probably isn’t even taking care of it, uh, me. Hello? I have roots that need touching up every six weeks. Who knows what-or worse, who– she is doing with my body. Oh yeah, when I find her, that bitch is going down!

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