Sunday, November 3, 2013

Guest Blogger:Margo Bond Collins

Welcome Margo Bond Collins to my blog today!



 Margo Bond Collins lives in Texas with her husband, their daughter, several spoiled cats, and a ridiculous turtle. She teaches college-level English courses online, though writing fiction is her first love. She enjoys reading urban fantasy and paranormal fiction of any genre and spends most of her free time daydreaming about vampires, ghosts, zombies, werewolves, and other monsters. Waking Up Dead is her first published novel. Her second novel, Legally Undead, is an urban fantasy, forthcoming in 2014 from World Weaver Press.

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Waking Up Dead

Release Date: October 8, 2013


When Dallas resident Callie Taylor died young, she expected to go to Heaven, or maybe Hell. 

Instead, she met her fate early thanks to a creep with a knife and a mommy complex. Now she's 

witnessed another murder, and she's not about to let this one go. She's determined to help solve it 

before an innocent man goes to prison. And to answer the biggest question of all: why the hell did 

she wake up in Alabama?

Genre: Paranormal Mystery



Excerpt 1
(Please excuse any formatting errors this blog has done to this excerpt)

When I died, I expected to go to heaven. 

Okay. Maybe hell. It’s not like I was perfect or anything. But I was sort of hoping for 


Instead, I went to Alabama.

Yeah. I know. It’s weird. 

I died in Dallas, my hometown. I was killed, actually. Murdered. I’ll spare you the gruesome 

details. I don’t like to remember them myself. Some jerk with a knife--and probably a Bad-Mommy

complex. Believe me, if I knew where he was, I’d go haunt his ass.

At any rate, by the time death came, I was ready for it--ready to stop hurting, ready to let go.

I didn’t even fight it.

And then I woke up dead in Alabama. Talk about pissed off.

You know, even reincarnation would have been fine with me--I could have started over, 

clean slate and all that. Human, cow, bug. Whatever. But no. I ended up haunting someplace I’d 

never even been.

That’s not the way it’s supposed to work, right? Ghosts are supposed to be the tortured 

spirits of those who cannot let go of their earthly existence. If they could be convinced to follow 

the light, they’d leave behind said earthly existence and quit scaring the bejesus out of the poor folks 

who run across them. That’s what all those “ghost hunter” shows on television tell us.

Let me tell you something. The living don’t know jack about the dead.

Not this dead chick, anyway.

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