Free accidental 09.5 - interview with an accidental by dakota cassidy Page A

Aphrodite , at the end of this introduction and it’s a completely risk-free endeavor because it’s TOTALLY FREE!
    Did I mention the sample chapter is FREE? YAY!
    So here we go—and please keep in mind, the three women who began this journey way back in 2008 can be…well, never mind. You’ll see (insert evil music).
    Let me set the scene for you. In the infamous words of Prince, dig if you will the picture of me with my messy ponytail and chip-clip on top of my head (hate when my hair is in my eyes), wearing ratty sweats (comfortable and they hide stains and crumbs well, just in case the UPS man drops by), no makeup (because it smears when I cry as I’m trying to find my way out of one crazy plot or another), and probably a glazed-over, almost shell-shocked expression.
    That’s my “writing wear”. Don’t let it scare you. I’m actually quite tame when let out of my writing cage, if not a little mussed and squinty-eyed during daylight hours.
    Now add in the three paranormal women, Nina, Marty, and Wanda, who are the lifeblood of The Accidentals (and also BFFs), all sitting around in my office with my puppies and my cat, just chatting. Okay, one of them is complaining.
    Let me explain. Since the hubby and I empty-nested, we moved from Texas to Oregon, and I will warn you, Nina the vampire (the one complaining) is a little cranky about having to drive here for this interview instead of flying (not on a plane. Yep. She flies) because Wanda and Marty wanted to sightsee, visit the mountains, and sample some of the awesome food trucks we specialize in here in Portland, all without getting windburn.
    Also, Nina flat-out refused to carry their eleventy-billion suitcases.
    But here’s the real source of Nina’s upset today. Nina, being a vampire, can’t eat the way the girls can. It’s been seven years since she was turned, and still it’s a bone of serious contention for her. No one loved chicken wings and beer more than Nina. She also complains a lot about girl time—even though she secretly loves it much the way she loved chicken wings, so don’t let her fool you. But do brace yourself.
    So grab a cup of coffee, or beverage of your choice (straight up, I’m gonna suggest booze, because when I say the girls all in one room are a lot? I’m not kidding), get comfortable in your favorite chair, put your feet up and meet The Accidentals.
    Onward ho!
    Dakota: “First up, let me introduce you to Marty Andrews-Flaherty from book one, The Accidental Werewolf . Once a door-to-door cosmetics saleswoman for Bobbie-Sue Cosmetics (totally made up and yes, a bit of a play on Mary-Kay), she’s a cute, curvy blonde who loves clothes, shoes, and makeup and thinks everyone else should, too.”
    She waves and smiles as if you can all see her.
    Marty: “Helllooo, lovely readers, new and returning! Welcome to the madness.”
    Dakota: “So tell everyone how you ended up with teeth and fur?”
    Marty sighs long, loud, and put-upon .
    That’s her way of letting me know, for the umpteenth time, it was a very trying time for her (#writereyeroll).
    Marty: “Okay, here we go. So like Dakota said, I was a door-to-door cosmetics saleswoman, working my way up the slippery, sometimes dirty ladder of lip gloss and cold cream to cosmetic success, when—”
    Nina snorts out loud. Like really loud, and of course, sarcastically.
    Nina: “And dragging our sorry asses with you to places like the damn IHOP , where people couldn’t even eat a GD Rooty Tooty Fresh ’N Fruity in flippin’ peace without you offering up your unwanted assessments about what’s in their color wheels.”
    Marty and I both narrow our eyes at Nina in warning.
    Then Wanda leans over and swats her with one of her gloves.
    Dakota: “ Nina , I’m begging you. Just this once, wait your turn. It’s not nice to interrupt. Marty, please continue.”
    Marty: “As I was saying before Elvira threw her two cents in, one night, after a particularly trying Bobbie-Sue convention