My Dream Woman releases 8th July 2018!
Do I sound a bit excited? Well, book releases are always exciting, and when they’re written by friends, even better.
My Dream Woman is the latest release from author C. H. Clepitt, genre-bender and netball defender extraordinaire, who I had the pleasure of interviewing a little while ago.
My Dream Woman jacket text:
When your dreams are real, there’s no-where to escape!
Andi is just holding it together. Working two jobs means she doesn’t need to rely on anyone, but doesn’t have much of a life. In her dreams, however, she is a hero: battling monsters and saving innocents. When her dream woman turns out to be very real, Andi’s life begins to spiral out of control.
Step into an exciting urban fantasy that will have you on the edge of your seat. Think The Book of Abisan, only sexier!
Read on for an excerpt!
As soon as this happens I am in complete control. Every time. It’s like my brain senses the danger and everything becomes lucid. I have swords. Two swords. Don’t judge me, swords rock! Way cooler than guns, and I’m a martial arts expert. I twirl them theatrically, turning to wink at the boy.
“Don’t worry,” I say. “This won’t take long.” It’s the sort of cool thing heroes say, and he grins at me. He can see how cool I am right now. But that’s where this one changes. Two loud shots ring out from behind the monster. It starts, and turns, advancing on the noise. Two more shots and it staggers backwards towards me. When it’s close enough I decapitate it.
“Swords? Really?” The woman standing over the body, pointing two smoking guns, looks disapprovingly at me. Not only does she have a face, but it is an incredibly attractive face. Amazing, sparkling brown eyes, full lips… way out of my league. Normally. But not here, this is my place, I can control it.
“Swords are way cooler than guns,” I say firmly as I resheath them, crossed across my back. “Takes no skill to pull a trigger. I’m like a frickin’ ninja.”
“Yeah, OK,” she rolls her eyes and puts her guns back in their holsters. “Hey,” she looks beyond me to the boy. “Let’s find you somewhere more fun to be, shall we? Pubs suck.”
He looks at her, and stands up, but he slips his hand into mine. “Will you come?” He asks.
“Sure,” I grin at him. “See,” I look triumphantly at the woman. “Swords are cool.”
“If you say so,” she turns and heads out of the pub. We follow. I’m still not sure why, it just seems natural.
“So,” she says chattily to the boy. By this point I’d have found him a unicorn or something and dumped him, but we’re walking through a field. “What do you want to do now the monster’s gone?”
“Eat ice-cream,” he says decidedly, as though she shouldn’t have needed to ask.
“Good call,” she says, and an ice-cream van appears at the edge of the field.
He releases my hand and runs to it, disappearing into a blur of distance. She turns to me smiling.
“Reckon we have a couple of hours to kill,” she smiles. “Wanna help me fill them?”
I smile. I know what’s coming next, it’s inevitable, somehow. I take her hands and pull her in, kissing her. It feels so real, her touch, her scent, she’s solid. I can smell and taste her. That’s when I wake up.
C. H. Clepitt has a Master’s Degree in English Literature from the University of the West of England. As her Bachelor’s Degree was in Drama, and her Master’s Dissertation focused on little known 18th Century playwright Susannah Centlivre, Clepitt’s novels are extremely dialogue driven, and it has often been observed that they would translate well to the screen.
Since graduating in 2007, she gained experience in community and music journalism, before establishing satirical news website, Newsnibbles, in 2010. In 2011 she published her book, A Reason to Stay, which follows the adventures of disillusioned retail manager, Stephen, as he is thrust into village life and the world of AmDram. Clepitt’s feminist fantasy, The Book of Abisan, not only crosses worlds, but confuses genres, and has been described as a crime drama with magic. She has often said that she doesn’t like the way that choosing a genre forces you to put your book into a specific little box, and instead she prefers to distort the readers’ expectations and keep them guessing. Her 2016 work, I Wore Heels to the Apocalypse, does just that, as just like the characters, the readers won’t know what’s going on in this laugh out loud satirical sci-fi.