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Molly Harper

Autor(a) de Nice Girls Don't Have Fangs

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Obras de Molly Harper

Nice Girls Don't Have Fangs (2009) 1,008 cópias
Nice Girls Don't Date Dead Men (2009) 598 cópias
Nice Girls Don't Live Forever (2009) 550 cópias
And One Last Thing... (2010) 283 cópias
Driving Mr. Dead (2011) 231 cópias
Sweet Tea and Sympathy (2017) 220 cópias
The Undead in My Bed (2012) — Contribuinte — 199 cópias
How to Date Your Dragon (2018) 178 cópias
Better Homes and Hauntings (2014) 175 cópias
Changeling (2018) 164 cópias
Even Tree Nymphs Get the Blues (2019) — Autor — 156 cópias
Where the Wild Things Bite (2016) 117 cópias
The Single Undead Moms Club (2015) 116 cópias
Ain't She a Peach (2018) 114 cópias
Love and Other Wild Things (2018) — Autor — 92 cópias
My Bluegrass Baby (2012) 86 cópias
Gimme Some Sugar (2019) 79 cópias
Witches Get Stuff Done (2022) 74 cópias
Fangs for the Memories (2015) 69 cópias
Accidental Sire (2017) 61 cópias
Big Vamp on Campus (2016) 58 cópias
Fledgling (2019) 55 cópias
Rhythm and Bluegrass (2013) 53 cópias
Save a Truck, Ride a Redneck (2017) 53 cópias
Undead Sublet — Autor — 52 cópias
Peachy Flippin' Keen (2018) 47 cópias
Always Be My Banshee (2020) 47 cópias
One Fine Fae (2020) 44 cópias
Snow Falling on Bluegrass (2014) 42 cópias
Shifters in the Night (2021) 41 cópias
A Few Pecans Short of a Pie (2019) 40 cópias
A Farewell to Charms (2022) 34 cópias
From Russia with Claws (2015) 21 cópias
Calling (2022) 19 cópias
Big Witch Energy 13 cópias
I Loved You First (2020) — Autor — 11 cópias
Pasties and Poor Decisions (2020) 10 cópias
From Russia With Fangs (2015) 8 cópias
From Russia Box Set (2016) 3 cópias


Conhecimento Comum

Data de nascimento
20th Century
Local de nascimento
Paducah, Kentucky, USA
Locais de residência
Kentucky, USA
newspaper reporter
church secretary
Pequena biografia
My mother remembers an 8-year-old me setting up my “writing office” in our living room by putting her old manual typewriter on the couch next to a toy phone. And I (very slowly) pecked out the story of my third-grade class taking a trip around the world and losing a kid in each city.

I had a dark sense of humor, even then.

In high school, when other girls my age were writing poems about dying unicorns and bleeding roses, I was writing essays about having political arguments with my dad at the dinner table. (Whoever made the other person laugh at their own political party won the argument.) I knew I wanted to write when I grew up, but I also knew there was very little chance I could make a living writing books, so I went for the next best thing – newspaper writing.

I majored in print journalism at Western Kentucky University and used my shiny new degree to get a job at my hometown newspaper. I married my high school sweetheart, David, a local police officer. And for six years, I wrote about school board meetings, quilt shows, a man “losing” the fully grown bear he kept as a pet in his basement, and a guy who faked his death by shark attack in Florida and ended up tossing pies at a local pizzeria.

I loved my job at the paper. I loved meeting new people every day and never knowing where I would end up. But somehow, the ever-shifting schedules of a police officer and a reporter did not equal "family friendly." One of us needed to take a normal job for the sake of our young daughter. I took a secretarial position at a local church office, which left me with dependably free evenings for the first time in my adult life. David was working the night shift that summer and I was losing.my.mind. We were living in "The Apartment of Lost Souls" while building our new home. This was the place where appliances and small electronics went to die. Every night I would tuck our snoozing child into bed and wait for the washing machine to start smoking or the computer to suddenly flash the "blue screen of death." Then there was the plague of frogs in the bathroom that put our daughter of potty-training for about six months.

Normally, when things get tough, I can take solace in reading. But I surveyed my packing box of favorite books with the apathetic air of someone who stands in front of the open refrigerator for 10 minutes and can't find anything. Nothing sounded good. So I just sat down and started writing something I would want to read.

Being a huge fan of vampire movies and TV shows, I wondered, what would be the most humiliating way possible to be turned into a vampire- a story that a vampire would be embarrassed to share with their vampire buddies over a nice glass of Type O. Well, first, you'd have to make the protaganist a bit of an accidental loser. She's single, almost 30, and a librarian working in the small Kentucky town where she grew up. This "triple whammy of worry" has made her a permanent fixture on her Mama's prayer list. And despite the fact that's pretty good at her job, she just got canned so her boss could replace her with someone who occasionally starts workplace fires. She drowns her sorrows at the local faux nostalgia-themed sports bar and during the commute home, she's mistaken for a deer and then shot by a drunk hunter. And then she wakes up as a vampire.

And thus, Jane Jameson and the wacky denizens of Half-Moon Hollow were born.

It took me almost a year to complete and edit a draft of the book, which I planned as the first in a three-book series. I spent three months using agentquery.com to ruthlessly stalk potential literary agents. (There were a lot of lists involved, I don't want to re-live it.) I was gently rejected by at least half of them. I corresponded with some very nice, very patient people, but ultimately signed with the fabulous Stephany Evans of Fine Print Literary Management. Stephany was willing to take to the time to give me advice on how to improve my book before she even signed me. That meant a lot. And when she sold the series at auction about a month later, it was obvious I'd made the right choice.

Part of me still can’t believe this is really happening, that I really a have a book on the shelves. And I’m not above going into every bookstore I see to check for it.



Why can't I have an entire book of Ophelia? :sigh:

I greatly enjoyed this short story about the Terror of Amsterdam learning to matriculate. I am a little bummed that unlike "I'm Dreaming of an Undead Christmas", which was a direct lead in to Gigi & Nik's romance in THE DANGERS IN DATING A REBOUND VAMPIRE, this story was a set up for THE ACCIDENTAL SIRE and Meagan...not further adventures of Ophelia.

Still so much fun learning about who Ophelia was and how she was thinking the last few books.… (mais)
lexilewords | outras 3 resenhas | Dec 28, 2023 |
I knew I lived Gigi and I adored Nik. Match made! Sorry Ophelia...
lexilewords | outras 14 resenhas | Dec 28, 2023 |
Let me make this clear--whenever I feel sick of vampire romances only two people convince me to keep going: Katie MacAlister and Molly Harper. Harper's wit and pop cultural laden stories crack me up, make me sigh and sometimes cry.
lexilewords | outras 30 resenhas | Dec 28, 2023 |
Everybody remember my love of the first book? No? I linked my review up top so feel free to go read the fangirl'ingthe review and come back. I'll wait.

Okay so now you must know how much I love Jane. She only gets better. On the back of the book the tagling 'Forever a Bridesmaid, Never an Undead Bride' kind of sums up the funny of this book. Jane is Maid of Honor to Jolene (Zeb's wack-a-doodle werewolf girlfriend he met in the previous book while trying to come to terms with Jane's undead status) and even though Jolene is sympathetic to Jane's problems she kind of doesn't care so long as Jane helps her. That's a little harsh, but between her family's Pack 'humor' leading to her fiance losing a pinky toe and Zeb's harridan of a mother publicly shaming, snubbing and practically denouncing her (in favor of Jane, though Jolene doesn't blame her for that) Jolene really has a lot to handle.

Jane meanwhile has her own family problems to sort out--such as her terminally delusional mother who insists on ignoring her undead status and lied to the family about Jane's 'illness', or her black widow of a grandmother who just buried her (almost) fourth husband and might have husband five lined up (at the funeral I might add). Then of course there's her dead aunt Jettie who alternately pesters Jane and floats off to do the ghostly tango with a former grandfather of Jane's (it can get a little bit off the wall).

I definitely enjoyed this second outing as much, if not more so, then the first. It made me never want to get married, but had me laughing often. Instead of 'The Guide for the Newly Undead' on the chapter tops, we have 'Mating Rituals and Love Customs of the Were', which um scares me. The word puns are witty (such as 'In some cases a surviving mate will die of mourning pains' ha ha get it? 'Morning Pains'? XD) and I think it helps a lot to explain things without making everything an info dump for the reader.

Jane and Gabriel's (her possibly too protective lover and sire)relationship undergoes some stress as well. Forced to contemplate reality because of Zeb's upcoming nuptials, Jane doesn't know if Gabriel is 'forever' material in the literal sense. Killing the guy who shot you forcing you to become a vampire is kind of too extreme for the slightly more passive Jane and she isn't sure that in a hundred years how things will be. As a vampire the 'forever til death do us part' part of the marriage vows can mean centuries and centuries (though as Gabriel points out its still not legal for two vampires to marry, being dead and all certain rights seem to be taken away...) and Jane just isn't sure that's a commitment she wants to make with him.

Book 3: Nice Girls Don't Live Forever is due out December 29th (according to Amazon) so I guess it'll be a late a Christmas present to myself eh?
… (mais)
lexilewords | outras 40 resenhas | Dec 28, 2023 |



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