Author: Jackie Kessler

Some kids want to grow up to be doctors, or movie stars, or political assassins. Me, I wanted to draw comic books. Not Archies, either--superhero comic books. Maybe it was all the heavily muscled guys in spandex...

Around the time I was 15, I realized that as much as I enjoyed drawing (note that I'm saying nothing about the quality of those pics), it was a lot of fun putting words in the characters' mouths. I didn't know the term 'fanfic' back then, but I started writing stories about the X-Men, Alpha Flight, and the Teen Titans. Didn't do anything with those stories, other than horrify my mother. She asked why I couldn't write nice stories, you know, about bunnies. Nope--me, I wanted to write about power. About magic. About hot guys in spandex. And about beating those guys bloody and senseless. (In retrospect, maybe I really did want to horrify my mother. Hey, not my fault. When I was a kid, I busted her doodling on the cover of New Teen Titans Number 6. Argh!)

So maybe it's ironic that the book I wound up writing had nothing to do with overly muscled men and everything to do with scantily clad women. (Well, temporarily scantily clad.) Oh, right, and demons.