Hi, I'm Artemis Hunt. I have been inspired by so many authors like you wouldn't believe. But you know which author really set me on the path to reading and writing? It was in my formative years.
I was 6 years old, and I picked up my first Enid Blyton book. It was a Famous Five book. Something about finding a secret passage under the moors. I was hooked every bit of the way, and I loved it. I looked up all the books in the series and bought them one by one.
Thereafter, Enid Blyton became my favorite author. I read all her 'Twins' series, and 'Mallory Towers
Enid Blyton influenced me so much as a kid that for a while, I even got into the habit of using adjectives after every speech tag. ("She's so awful," George says agitatedly.) When I matured as a writer, I learned to unlearn that! But still, I didn't notice it when I was reading Enid
I grew out of Enid Blyton after age 10 and started reading Agatha Christie (which I found sometimes dull), and (cough) Sidney Sheldon. I started reading literature in middle school. Then when I went to unviersity, I started on science fiction and fantasy because the school library had a great collection of those, and kept adding new books every week, and never looked back.
So, yes, Enid Blyton will always be my first and fondest memory.
Artemis Hunt
The Body Snatcher Wears Lipstick
By Artemis Hunt
Genre: Romantic Comedy with Paranormal Elements
Word Count: Approximately 83,000
BLURB:
Abby Watson is about to move in with the man of her dreams. Too bad the body she wears isn't hers.
Abby Watson's life is an airtight box of a dead-end job, a skinflint boss, and a best 'frenemy' who thinks Abby has the fashion sense of a tubeworm. When a lab experiment at work blows up in Abby's face, she develops the ability to jump into other people's bodies. Suddenly it's goodbye frump, hellooooo . . . anyBODY gorgeous.
Abby's leaping into the bodies of heiresses, her best 'frenemy', anyone who has ever been mean to her in high school, her scrooge boss, and even the President of the United States (!).
When a chance encounter with the Ferrari of her childhood idol -- stunning movie A-lister, Jake Carradoc -- leaves one of her beautiful bodies in the hospital, Abby feigns amnesia . . . then a spot in Jake's home as his indefinite 'houseguest'.
But Abby's real body is dying in her soul's absence. What must she do to get and keep Jake, the only man she's ever loved with all of somebody else's heart?
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EXCERPT:
I’m on Cloud Platinum.
Jake Carradoc is beside me, driving his red Ferrari 599 GTB (personalized and customized) – the very Ferrari which floored me into procuring the very litigious medical diagnosis of retrograde amnesia – and we are cruising to his home in Beverly Hills
That’s right.
I’ll be staying with Jake Carradoc (!) until such time I recover my memories and decide I want to go back to my life. He has very kindly offered me food, shelter, money, and his complete hospitality until I get my memories back, or if someone with a similar backpack from a rat-infested, one-star ‘the bar soap on the grimy sink is as thin as an insurance agent’s promise’ motel ultimately claims me.
This is so incredible I have to literally cradle my bladder from shooting out a squirt of excited pee every time we navigate a bump.
Jake, of course, completely believes I have severe amnesia.
“We’re. Now. Going. To. My. House,” he says slowly, enunciating every syllable just in case I’ve forgotten the specifics of English grammar. “Do. You. Remember. What. A. House. Is?”
Since leaving the hospital, we have conversed no more than three very prolonged sentences in this manner.
“How. Are. You. Feeling. Today?”
“This. Is. My. Car. This. Is. The. Key. That. Unlocks. My. Car.”
“This. Is. A. Seatbelt.”
I’m going to let Jake continue to think I have complete amnesia, but not so severe we’d have to descend to smoke signals to get communication across.
“I remember what a house is,” I tell him. “I remember the meaning of words, and grammar, and what things are. I just don’t remember specifics. Like where my house is. Or my street address.”
I’m tempted to add it’s just like Samantha Who, except I remember I’m not supposed to remember who Samantha Who is.
“That’s great.” He is visibly relieved. For a long-accused-to-be-monosyllabic actor, he doesn’t like monosyllables.
He gives me a sidelong glance. “Do you know who I am?”
This is the time to decide once and for all how much of a sham I want this to be.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR :
Artemis Hunt has a husband who thinks all fiction is nonsense and all writers of fiction should get their heads checked for situational delusions. At any one time, they have 16 to 20 dogs, many of suspicious virtue.
Artemis frequently wishes she has telekinesis, so she doesn't have to lift a finger to change the room temperature. She's constantly glued to her computer, which serves as her gateway to her friends, books, movies, TV serials and sometimes husband, even though they're sitting on the same bed two feet apart.
Artemis writes under the name of A.R. Hunt for the adult thriller and suspense genre.
BOOKS BY ARTEMIS HUNT
The Body Snatcher Wears Lipstick
The Hunt for the Catalyst (Ether World Chronicles)
Snow White and the Alien
The Ether World Chronicles: Beginnings
Books by A.R.HUNT
Psychotic
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Twitter handle: @ArtemisHunt1
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