Dakota Cassidy, er...Nina Blackman-Statleon's Visit (and giveaway)

As promised, we have Dakota Cassidy here today talking about the latest book she's working on for her Accidental series.  Well, actually she sent Nina!   So without further ado, I'll let Nina get to it!  

 Wherein Nina Gets A Sister

Nina Blackman-Statleon here with a rant on writers and their crazy quest to keep a series going at all costs.

In some cases, it’s at my cost. Actually, now that I think about it—it’s almost always at my expense. More on that later. 

First, let me introduce myself. I’m the second accidental in Dakota Cassidy’s series about women who’re accidentally bitten by all sorts of paranormal creatures. I was once a court reporter, got downsized, tried to supplement my lost income by selling Bobbie Sue Cosmetics, thus hookin’ me up with the most annoying efftard on the planet, Marty Flaherty. Dakota finally gave up on trying to get me to talk color wheels and lip plumping products to anyone in the free world who would listen, and she gave me a real job. As a dental hygienist. No. Fluoride and tartar aren’t glamorous, but it was a damn job. With bennies. No sooner was I there than I was “accidentally” (rolls eyes), bitten by a hot dude named Greg while I was just trying to do my job.

Okay, fine. The hot dude became my lifemate—but I went through some serious madassery before she was done with me and I got the guy. And I was only book 2.

So, add in the subsequent books where I’m doing all sorts of crap I wouldn’t if I had a choice. Like have friends. Shop with said friends Marty and Wanda at designer outlet malls. Hang out and hook up for lunch. Lunch I can’t even flippin’ eat. When Dakota really got the ball rolling, all of a frickin’ sudden I was meeting demons and having fireballs lobbed at my person. Then, to my utter effin’ shame, I was forced to be kind to complete strangers who’ve had a stupid “accident” like the one’s I mentioned above while I answered phone calls at this place she created titled OOPS. Out In The Open Paranormal Support. It’s a 1-800 hotline for morons who’re in paranormal crisis.


All of a sudden, I’m a paranormal crisis counselor who’s supposed to be “nurturing” when someone calls to tell me they have an oversized paw or some scales. Nurture this, I say.


To say Dakota strains credibility is like saying the tornado didn’t have a good time in the trailer park. And c’mon. What a lame premise for a bunch of books, and while I know I’m not alone in saying that (read some of this broad’s Amazon reviews), apparently, I’m in the minority. What is wrong with people?


Anyway, suffice it to say things have gone okay for her madness and she’s working on books 6 and 7 in the series right now. Book 6 is called Accidentally Dead… Again. I know, I know. She already did vampires, but here we fargin’ go again.


Anyway, this is the book where not only does she have her first ever male accident occur (his name’s Sam McLean, and okay—he’s cute. Whatthehellever). He’s bitten by a woman he thinks is just dressed up as a vampire at a Halloween party, then dumped on OOPS’ doorstep—still in his Halloween costume—his drag Halloween costume. It’s also the book where I get a sister (bleh). A half-sister, if you want to be technical, that falls on Sam during a throw down with me and is turned into a vampire, too.


And I just wanna say, I’m not skipping through fields of buttercups about it.


Dakota calls this evolution. She said nothing ever stays the same and that all of the characters and plots have to evolve. I say she’s overrated evolution, and if evolving means I have to have a whiny, mouthy, dresses like Marty, pain in the ass for a sister, screw evolution!


But as you all know, I don’t have a choice in the matter. I’m her puppet, people. Just a playa in the master plan. 


So my question to all of you is, what the hell is next? These next two books only mean more asshattery for me. So for the love of God, when do we call it “end game” and quit clinging to this stupid concept? How much longer do I have to suffer for you readers and your idea of amusement? 


So I’m secretly here to beg you all for a favor. Don’t tell Dakota or for sure, this next book, I’m doomed to have to do something huge like save the world as punishment for speaking out against her abuse. Heh. Maybe I’ll start my own support group. Like Characters For The Ethical Treatment Of Fiction. We’ll lodge complaints. Start a class action suit against abusive writers. Maybe we can even get that Jacob from Twilight to come and speak out against shirtlessness every twelve seconds in a movie!


I digress.

Anyway, here’s the favor—quit buyin’ her books! Please. If not for my own sanity, then for your poor eyeballs and the future of all eyeballs that might mistakenly land on her idea of “junk food for the brain.”

In essence, save a downtrodden friggin’ character, ride somebody else’s book!

Nina Blackman-Statleon as written by Dakota Cassidy (the puppet master) J

Giveaway Details

There are two prizes to win. 

Prize #1

We are giving away a copy of Dakota's latest book, Accidentally Catty. 

Or, if you haven't started the series yet, we'll send you a copy of the first book - The Accidental Werewolf. 

Prize #2

Ms. Cassidy was awesome enough to offer a prize, too.  She's giving away the winner's choice of any mass market book that is already out.

There are three steps to be entered into the giveaway.

1. Follow Seduced by Books on Google Friend Connect

2. Follow ("like") Dakota Cassidy on facebook. 

3. Leave a comment on this post with your e-mail, GFC name, and facebook user name, so we can verify the following and the liking! 

The giveaway will end Friday, April 1st at midnight. 

Winners will be chosen by Random.org and announced by the end of the day Monday, April 4th.  The first name pulled will win prize #1 and the second will win prize #2. 

Both  prizes will be sent directly from Amazon.

Good luck!!