Raze vs The Hunt: Book two in the Raze Warfare series
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The Raze gang have taken on corruption. They have sheltered the weak. They have turned the snatcher world on its head. But now they must face the consequences.
Born to protect snatcher capitalism, The Hunt are coming for Raze. The Hunt are coming for his disciples. And The Hunt are coming for his boyfriend.
A gritty urban backdrop, gang warfare, a vigilante hero, a corrupt system, and a bisexual awakening. Join the action and enjoy the ride.
Interview with the Author:
Q. What could readers compare the ‘Raze Warfare’ series to?
A. It has a similar tone to ‘The Outsiders,’ with a gang like a family of very different people who need each other.
Q. What makes this series different?
A. Girls are kick ass members of the gang. Sexualities are open (there’s a bisexual triad romance – why choose?). There are diverse racial backgrounds. There’s some gender bending. The enemy is more covert, but widespread – a corrupt underground system. And the gang members enforce vigilante justice, while battling their own demons – ranging from trauma to learning difficulties.
Q. What do you love most about this series?
A. I love that Kiddo and Raze are so different – opposites attract. Their deepening, first time gay romance felt so intimate and sweet and real to write.I especially loved including so many diverse kinds of people without feeling the need to centre the story on their race/gender/sexuality/difficulites, because people are people. I loved having them there, as they are, rolling with the punches as people do – rather than the storyline centring on any stereotypes.
Q. What do you want your readers to know?
A. Hearing from you feeds my soul. Feel free to reach out. Read, read my pretties! And enjoy.
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Funnily enough, I was not always a natural writer let alone author. I was terrible at maths, and was such a dunce with reading and writing that I had to do special programs (I stayed down in PREP!) to help my five year old self catch up.
My sister made sure I knew the funny little shapes that made up the letters to my name, but I was otherwise the child who stared out the window, coloured the pictures rather than solving the activity sheet problems, and asked questions that had already been answered.
Thanks to my miraculous childhood teachers, and my persistent mother, I went from drawing squiggles and mumbling/fake reading when it was my turn to read aloud in class ... to devouring picture books and everything beyond.
I remember groaning every time mum made me sound out each word, reading each excruciating sentence over and over and feeling like I was never going to get it. I also remember feeling like the school library was a barrier, a place to feel embarrassed and jealous, until one day all of that practice seemed to make sense. I hadn't even realised it was happening until I half-heartedly-picked up 'Green Eggs and Ham' and realised I didn't have to fake read it - even on my own.
I can't explain the shift in who I was at that moment. I was no longer the kid who was stuck. I was the kid who had proud parents, and who was given a whole Dr. Seuss book set to celebrate.
I was the kid who came to rely on books for an escape from high school and who started writing for myself.
I was also the kid who was never cured of the maths issues though. This isn't a fairy tale after all.
