On Badass Females
I like to write a myriad of characters, and explore different facets of humanity. I love, however, strong AF female leads. This doesn’t mean, however, that they need to be all muscly and stern and conventionally tough (although there are a few of those ladies in this series too!). To me, being a badass has to do with a lot of factors.
Daphne is a bit stronger than humans, yes. She’s got some supernatural stuff going on. But she’s also a florist, a single and chill east coast lady that likes to ask a lot of questions. Her strength comes not with her abilities but with her perseverance and ambition. She knows she’s not the toughest chick on the block, but she doesn’t let that stop her from achieving her goals anyway. She demands to be treated as an equal and despite that being terrifying in the climate of an apocalypse, pushes herself to rise to the challenge and prove that she can run with the big dogs.
I didn’t want to write a wilting flower damsel, but nor did I want to write a terminator automaton. We’ve all got our own strengths and flaws, and I wanted Daphne to represent that and be badass in her own way.
As are every single one of you!
The Beginning of the End (Bloodlines Vol. 1)
by Emily S. Hurricane
January 30, 2021
Genre: Paranormal, Urban Fantasy
Daphne Rhodes would tell anyone: being ‘the one’ sucks.
At least, she would if there was anyone left to tell. She’s the one who’d survived. The one with the magic immune system that saved her.
The only one left on this whole miserable planet.
Daphne spends her days alone and craving answers as to why it had to be her. Why did she have to watch everyone she’d ever known and loved die a horrific death?
On her mother’s deathbed, Daphne learns long-hidden family secrets that send her on a quest across Canada to not only discover where she came from, why she survived, and who she is…but what she is, as well.
Volume 1 of the Bloodlines Series
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The Beginning of the End - Excerpt
Two weeks into the apocalypse, Daphne burned her hometown to the ground. The town she’d grown up in. The town she’d built her life in. The town that she was supposed to die in. But for some reason, everyone else had died and left her behind.
She fingered the silver pendant that hung from a long chain around her neck. The sigil was a mystery, all looping metal that looked like some kind of Celtic symbol. Hopefully it would lead her to answers.
Daphne took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of her whole world burning away. It mostly smelled like pine, as the small east-coast harbour town was built mostly from the deciduous trees that surrounded it on the back end. The rest was just ocean. Their little peninsula had been an oasis for the locals, one of the small communities supported by a nearby gold mine.
She pursed her lips and closed her eyes, letting the heat of the flames wash over her face, cleanse her of her past that had been full of lies.
The world had gone to shit. Everyone was dead. Except for maybe one other person who could tell her why she wasn’t.
Two weeks into the apocalypse, Daphne burned her hometown to the ground. The town she’d grown up in. The town she’d built her life in. The town that she was supposed to die in. But for some reason, everyone else had died and left her behind.
She fingered the silver pendant that hung from a long chain around her neck. The sigil was a mystery, all looping metal that looked like some kind of Celtic symbol. Hopefully it would lead her to answers.
Daphne took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of her whole world burning away. It mostly smelled like pine, as the small east-coast harbour town was built mostly from the deciduous trees that surrounded it on the back end. The rest was just ocean. Their little peninsula had been an oasis for the locals, one of the small communities supported by a nearby gold mine.
She pursed her lips and closed her eyes, letting the heat of the flames wash over her face, cleanse her of her past that had been full of lies.
The world had gone to shit. Everyone was dead. Except for maybe one other person who could tell her why she wasn’t.
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Website-FB-TwitterEmily hails from rural Nova Scotia, curled up on a tree stump with a bubblegum pink notebook and a steaming mug of french roast coffee. She is a thirtysomething mom of a toddler and a furbaby. Her lumbersexual husband doesn't actually work in lumber anymore, but he still wears the plaid and the beard.
When she's not writing and/or momming, she's sipping espresso, crocheting, and listening to audiobooks. She's an established freelance writer and editor.
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Great covers and like the description of your book. Thanks.
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