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Title: Call Me Grim
Publication date: September 9, 2014
Publisher: Month9Books, LLC.
Author: Elizabeth Holloway
The truck should have turned Libbi Piper into a Libbi Pancake — and it would have, too, if Aaron hadn’t shown up and saved her life. The problem? Aaron’s the local Grim Reaper… and he only saved Libbi’s life because he needs someone to take over his job. Now, Libbi has two days to choose between dying like she was supposed to, or living a lonely life as Death Incarnate. Talk about a rock and a hard place.
And the choice goes from hard to sucktastic when her best friend shows up marked: condemned as a future murderer. Libbi could have an extra week to stop the murder and fix the mark… but only if she accepts Aaron’s job as Reaper, trapping herself in her crappy town forever, invisible and inaudible to everyone except the newly dead. But, if she refuses? Her best friend is headed straight for Hell.
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About the Author:
Elizabeth Holloway is a registered nurse living in Southern Pennsylvania with her two teen children, Bam-bam the dog, and Tinkerbell the cat.
CALL ME GRIM is her first novel.
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How I Became a Published Author
By Elizabeth Holloway
At the tender age of eighteen, more years ago than I care to admit, I wrote a novel called NIRAMI. It was an awful novel. And when I say it was awful, I mean it sucked beyond belief.
Let me tell you how much this novel blew. The story was about a poltergeist haunting that, in the end, turned out to be the MC’s telekinetic ability manifesting itself as a poltergeist. In the story, the name NIRAMI keeps showing up, drawn in the condensation on the bathroom mirror, scrawled in mud across the MC’s car. You know, all the classic, clichéd places.
Guess what the MC’s name was. Go ahead. Guess. All right, I’ll tell you. It was Arin. I felt so clever because if you read NIRAMI backward it says IM ARIN. The clue to the cause of the poltergeist was right in the title of the book!!1! ZOMG!11!!!
I’m not proud of that. I’m really not. But at the time, I thought it totally rocked, and I loved it. I never tried to get the story published, thankfully, but I always knew I wanted to write another novel, a better one.
Life sort of got in the way, however, and I suddenly found myself married and a stay-at-home mom with two kids. Then I was a divorced mom of two kids with no means of supporting us. So, I went back to school for nursing.
You may wonder why I’m bringing my nursing degree into this. Well, it may sound strange, but if I hadn’t have gone back to school for nursing, I don’t think I would have found writing again. You see, my first nursing job was an hour from my house, and during that hour my imagination would go into overdrive. I found myself thinking of story ideas, one after another, after another. Then I hit on one idea that blew me away. I had to write it.
I tried so very hard to get that book, THE COLLECTED, published. I sent out queries to agents, got my share of rejections, but a handful of the agents gave me feedback and offered for me to revise the piece and resubmit it to them. So I did. Many times. And it still got rejected. Many times.
In the back and forth of revising and resubmitting that novel, I had the idea for CALL ME GRIM. It took me two years to write it, mainly because of my stubborn hold on THE COLLECTED, but once it was finished, I knew I had something. I’ll never forget the day my wonderful beta reader, Kara Taylor, told me she thought this was the one that would get published. I may or may not have cried. Okay. I cried.
I snagged my agent, Lindsay Ribar, out of the first batch of queries. Imagine my shock. After all of that time querying, revising, and resubmitting THE COLLECTED and it going absolutely nowhere, I thought I was in for the long haul. Then I suddenly had an agent. Just like that! My agent eventually sold CALL ME GRIM and the sequel, DEATH BECOMES ME, to Month9Books and to ListenUp Audiobooks!
Yay for not giving up!
By Elizabeth Holloway
At the tender age of eighteen, more years ago than I care to admit, I wrote a novel called NIRAMI. It was an awful novel. And when I say it was awful, I mean it sucked beyond belief.
Let me tell you how much this novel blew. The story was about a poltergeist haunting that, in the end, turned out to be the MC’s telekinetic ability manifesting itself as a poltergeist. In the story, the name NIRAMI keeps showing up, drawn in the condensation on the bathroom mirror, scrawled in mud across the MC’s car. You know, all the classic, clichéd places.
Guess what the MC’s name was. Go ahead. Guess. All right, I’ll tell you. It was Arin. I felt so clever because if you read NIRAMI backward it says IM ARIN. The clue to the cause of the poltergeist was right in the title of the book!!1! ZOMG!11!!!
I’m not proud of that. I’m really not. But at the time, I thought it totally rocked, and I loved it. I never tried to get the story published, thankfully, but I always knew I wanted to write another novel, a better one.
Life sort of got in the way, however, and I suddenly found myself married and a stay-at-home mom with two kids. Then I was a divorced mom of two kids with no means of supporting us. So, I went back to school for nursing.
You may wonder why I’m bringing my nursing degree into this. Well, it may sound strange, but if I hadn’t have gone back to school for nursing, I don’t think I would have found writing again. You see, my first nursing job was an hour from my house, and during that hour my imagination would go into overdrive. I found myself thinking of story ideas, one after another, after another. Then I hit on one idea that blew me away. I had to write it.
I tried so very hard to get that book, THE COLLECTED, published. I sent out queries to agents, got my share of rejections, but a handful of the agents gave me feedback and offered for me to revise the piece and resubmit it to them. So I did. Many times. And it still got rejected. Many times.
In the back and forth of revising and resubmitting that novel, I had the idea for CALL ME GRIM. It took me two years to write it, mainly because of my stubborn hold on THE COLLECTED, but once it was finished, I knew I had something. I’ll never forget the day my wonderful beta reader, Kara Taylor, told me she thought this was the one that would get published. I may or may not have cried. Okay. I cried.
I snagged my agent, Lindsay Ribar, out of the first batch of queries. Imagine my shock. After all of that time querying, revising, and resubmitting THE COLLECTED and it going absolutely nowhere, I thought I was in for the long haul. Then I suddenly had an agent. Just like that! My agent eventually sold CALL ME GRIM and the sequel, DEATH BECOMES ME, to Month9Books and to ListenUp Audiobooks!
Yay for not giving up!
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