Sassy has never been so dangerous...
What do you get when you take a witty housewife with deep-dark secrets and coop her up in a house with a frustratingly demonic dishwasher and a professional killer who just happens to look like The Gladiator?
You get a thrilling tour de force of unexpected action that's peppered throughout with comedic beats and seriously dark undertones. From opening paragraph all the way to the very end, Error Code is a non-stop romp of page-turning fun.
And now a word from the main character (a.k.a. the "housewife")...
Umm, did you really just twice refer to me as a housewife, Mr. Blurb? Hmm...I'll deal with you later.
Hi there future fan of mine,
My name is Autumn Winter and while I don't like to repeat myself—for you I will make an exception. About me...well, I'm a recovering pain in the rear. I also happen to be one heck of a spooky ghost—only probably not in the way you're thinking. And no, my parents weren't flower children—Winter is my name by marriage and yes, I realize it's ridiculously over-seasoned. Years ago when Jack (my husband) proposed to me, my initial response was, "How would you like to be surnamed Ass?" My retort sparked a debate on the differences between Jack Ass and Autumn Winter that dragged out for two weeks. Once he caved and finally agreed that the two formed names were like in concept, then—and only then—did I say yes to his proposal.
That probably tells you a little bit about my persona. As we go along, you'll no doubt figure out that I'm what some may view as sassy, what others may interpret as a fun version of arrogant, and what a chosen few will come to know as dangerous. At my core and within this beautiful shell is a woman who is still vulnerable like any other—only you'll learn that I'm skilled at asserting my intellect to even the playing field. And the playing field, along with the players thereon, sometimes need kinetic adjustments to make things right in this world. In fact, Jack and I believe there are many things in life that need adjustment. We see it as our purpose—our calling even—to do our part in helping those adjustments along. I suppose you could say we're chiropractors of fate.
And that's about all you'll get out of me for now, but I'll leave you with one last thought: if you think the world is perfect and that people and things don't need adjustment, then you and I probably won't see eye-to-eye. But that's okay, because everyone deserves their opinion—of course, mine is the only one that counts.