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Molly Harper

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Nice Girls Don't Have Fangs (2009) 1,009 exemplar
Nice Girls Don't Date Dead Men (2009) 598 exemplar
Nice Girls Don't Live Forever (2009) 550 exemplar
And One Last Thing... (2010) 283 exemplar
Driving Mr. Dead (2011) 231 exemplar
Sweet Tea and Sympathy (2017) 220 exemplar
The Undead in My Bed (2012) — Bidragsgivare — 199 exemplar
How to Date Your Dragon (2018) 178 exemplar
Better Homes and Hauntings (2014) 175 exemplar
Changeling (2018) 165 exemplar
Even Tree Nymphs Get the Blues (2019) — Författare — 157 exemplar
Where the Wild Things Bite (2016) 117 exemplar
The Single Undead Moms Club (2015) 116 exemplar
Ain't She a Peach (2018) 114 exemplar
Love and Other Wild Things (2018) — Författare — 92 exemplar
My Bluegrass Baby (2012) 86 exemplar
Gimme Some Sugar (2019) 79 exemplar
Witches Get Stuff Done (2022) 76 exemplar
Fangs for the Memories (2015) 69 exemplar
Accidental Sire (2017) 61 exemplar
Big Vamp on Campus (2016) 58 exemplar
Fledgling (2019) 55 exemplar
Rhythm and Bluegrass (2013) 53 exemplar
Save a Truck, Ride a Redneck (2017) 53 exemplar
Undead Sublet — Författare — 52 exemplar
Peachy Flippin' Keen (2018) 47 exemplar
Always Be My Banshee (2020) 47 exemplar
One Fine Fae (2020) 44 exemplar
Snow Falling on Bluegrass (2014) 42 exemplar
Shifters in the Night (2021) 41 exemplar
A Few Pecans Short of a Pie (2019) 40 exemplar
A Farewell to Charms (2022) 34 exemplar
From Russia with Claws (2015) 21 exemplar
Calling (2022) 19 exemplar
Big Witch Energy 13 exemplar
I Loved You First (2020) — Författare — 11 exemplar
Pasties and Poor Decisions (2020) 10 exemplar
From Russia With Fangs (2015) 8 exemplar
From Russia Box Set (2016) 3 exemplar


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20th Century
Paducah, Kentucky, USA
Kentucky, USA
newspaper reporter
church secretary
Kort biografi
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 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 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.



This was a delightfully sweet book and I. Want. More. It's also my first Molly Harper book. Mea Culpa, Ms Harper. I'll do better. I'm off to find more from you.

jazzbird61 | 15 andra recensioner | Feb 29, 2024 |
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.… (mer)
lexilewords | 3 andra recensioner | Dec 28, 2023 |
I knew I lived Gigi and I adored Nik. Match made! Sorry Ophelia...
lexilewords | 14 andra recensioner | 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 | 30 andra recensioner | Dec 28, 2023 |



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