For this week’s author spotlight, the light shines on Erin Casey.
Erin graduated from Cornell College in 2009 with degrees in English and Secondary Education. She decided to expand upon her teaching knowledge by leading writing sessions at first for the Iowa Writers’ House and now for The Writers’ Rooms.
She attended the Denver Publishing Institute in 2009 and has been a recruiter ever since. She is the Communications and Student Relationships Manager at The Iowa Writers’ House and one of two Directors of The Writers’ Rooms. She writes children’s poetry and stories for Whimsical Whiskers and volunteers at RARE, a raptor rescue center.
She’s also a devoted bird mom.
When not volunteering and working, she’s writing her LGBT YA fantasy story, posting urban and regular fantasy on Wattpad, and sharing her literary journey on Instagram.
She plans to release her first book, The Purple Door District, in December 2018.
Here’s a sneak peak into The Purple Door District
Bianca was supposed to attend art school in Chicago, not run for her life from Hunters. The only chance she has to survive is to find The Purple Door District, a safe haven for a parahuman like herself.
When she stumbles upon a magus named Gladus and a fellow avian named Carlos, she thinks she’s found safety. But the Hunters are relentless, as is the dark force driving them. Vampire, werewolf, avian, magus—It’s up to the parahumans of the Purple Door District of Chicago to put their differences aside to save Bianca and stop a dark threat from destroying their peaceful community.
Let’s take a look inside
“Riccardo called about a missing avian. Yeah…you have a description of her?”
Bianca didn’t open her eyes as the voice stirred her awake. She could still feel the car jostling beneath her. Her seatbelt was in place and the heat was on, so she hadn’t been moved. The taxi driver was speaking quietly, but her hearing was better than a human’s. She swallowed hard and hid her trembling hands in her pockets.
“Uh huh, that’s what I thought. No, Riccardo told me to watch out for a kid around this area. Said she was of interest…said he’d pay good. Uh huh.” He shifted and Bianca gave a little snore. “Yeah, looks like her. Yeah….yeah, okay, not far from the drop off point. Look, don’t get blood in my cab this time. Hard to explain that, okay? I’ll be there soon. Tell Riccardo he better have the money.”
Bianca’s heart skipped a beat as she heard the call end. Dear Mother…they’d found her again. She thought she’d been careful this time! It had been days since the last encounter, and she’d even traveled to a different city.
She swallowed a lump in her throat, every muscle sparking with stress. There was no way she was going to get out of this if she didn’t think fast. Would running help? Or was it better to fight her way out? Why couldn’t she be a weredog or werecat? They were stronger than werebirds! But no, she had wings, not teeth.
At least avians were faster.
She cracked open an eye and glanced outside. The lights blurred past, and she could see townhouses and apartment complexes on the side of the road. Shops and eateries were few and far between.
Bianca set her jaw and reached slowly towards her seatbelt. She clicked it free then froze, waiting. But the driver said nothing. He played a quiet song on the radio, which would have lulled her back to sleep if her heart hadn’t been jackhammering in her chest.
The taxi’s brakes squeaked as they pulled up to a red light. Bianca counted to three, grabbed the door, and shoved it open.