C.C. Hunter grew up in Alabama, where she caught lightning bugs, ran barefoot, and regularly rescued potential princes, in the form of Alabama bullfrogs, from her brothers. Today, she's still fascinated with lightning bugs, mostly wears shoes, but has turned her focus to rescuing mammals. She now lives in Texas with her four rescued cats, one dog, and a prince of a husband, who for the record, is so not a frog. When she's not writing, she's reading, spending time with her family, or is shooting things-with a camera, not a gun.
C.C. Hunter is a pseudonym. Her real name is Christie Craig and she also writes humorous romantic suspense romance novels for Grand Central. www.christie-craig.com
*Bio taken from C.C.'s website
Should I tell you the truth? Okay. . . My first thought was: What the heck is my character doing wearing a dress while she climbs a tree in the woods? Didn’t her mom teach her better? Obviously, not because she’s also wearing a dress as she steps inside the falls in the woods on the next cover. LOL. In all seriousness, though, I love, love both covers. I felt as if I’d won the cover lottery when I saw them both. To me, the most important thing about a cover is that it’s beautiful, and that it reflects the tone of the book. I feel my covers for the Shadow Falls series with their spooky and eerie tones are perfect reflections of my books . . . and I hope my readers agree.
I could picture your confused face with a question mark above it. Just a huh? moment, but I'm happy the cover grew on you. I absolutely love it. It's a definite eye-catcher and that's always a good thing.
Is it different having a YA book coming out as opposed to an adult book?
Oh, yes. It’s like giving birth to a whole different kind of animal. LOL. Not only am I marketing to a slightly different audience, but this is my first book with St. Martin’s Press Griffin. So it’s a little scary and a lot exciting. The YA audience has a much bigger online presence than my romance fans. That means, I have to have more of an online presence, too. I’m having fun and learning a lot. This year is my year for change, though. I’ve also switched publishing houses with my romances, too, so everything is a little scarier this year. But that’s okay. Fear is good for us because it helps us grow. And being so short, I could really use a few more inches. LOL.
I guess I need some more fear in my life because I could use a few more inches myself.
Oh, this is hard. Each of the supernaturals in my series has something great about them. Vampires are fearless, werewolves are close to their family and friends, shapeshifters know how to fit into any situation, witches have a spell to fix almost every problem and the fae, well, they can soothe other people’s fears and insecurities. Kylie, the heroine of the Shadow Falls series, is an unknown supernatural. She has several of the traits of the others but she just can’t be categorized yet, and I think that sort of fits me, too. I’m a little this, a lot that and a whole bunch of everything in between.
Ooh, sounds like the best of all worlds.
Thing? That means only one and that’s just not possible. You see, crazy in my life is a constant. I’m debating telling you about the memory of my first kiss that is tied to the memory of the worse case of hiccups I ever had, as well as the recollection of the first time I saw my grandfather in his tighty-whities. Believe me when I say those three happenings should not be connected, yet they were. It’s amazing the experience didn’t leave me kissing impaired. But I’ll save that for a blog post. LOL.
Maybe I should tell you about my bad hair day that turned into my first time I was threatened with a knife-- a knife that just happened to be big enough to skin Bambi—which happened on the same day that I had about ten guns pointed at me. Eight of those guns were attached to L.A. police officers, who thought I was robbing the pizza place where I worked. And the other two were attached to what appeared to be homeless people, a few hours later that same afternoon. So to pull it all together for you, that day involved me working at a pizza place, a bad perm, a cook who accidentally triggered the alarm before we opened—I personally think it was the crazy permed hair and the fact that I hadn’t gotten into my uniform yet that made the cops think I was robbing the joint—a knife-bearing credit card thief who came in later that day, and some undercover cops disguised as homeless people who came to rescue me from the knife-wielding thief, but when they pointed their guns at me and told me to get behind the counter, I didn’t know they were cops, I thought they were with the bad guy. Let’s just say, I lived to tell about it, but I will not vouch to the state of my underwear after it happened. And, yeah, that’s why I make my own pizza today. LOL.
I don't normally use this expression, but OMG! That truly is crazy. I can't blame you for making your own pizza now. And for those who want to know more about the first kiss and grandpa's tighty-whities, check out C.C.'s blog
Oh, I don’t even have to think hard about this one. It’s Chocolate Chip with pecans. Yum.
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