Sharon Karaa Presents, Accidents Happen

Accidents Happen by Sharon Karaa
Genre: Paranormal Romance

Synopsis

If I asked you what Death would look like, you’d probably go for something along the lines of an angry skeleton wearing a monk’s robe and carrying a very sharp farm implement with which to rip your soul from your body—am I right? Maybe he’d even have glowing yellow orbs where his eyes should be and speak with a voice that comes from his toes and goes right through you, despite the fact he doesn’t actually have a larynx or any vocal chords to speak of. And he’d have a strange obsession with egg-timers.

In fact, apart from the angry bit, he was nothing like that.

Life was a bitch, but if Tabitha Brownlee was to be believed, Death was an alcoholic megalomaniac with a penchant for single malt and eyebrows that met in the middle. The problem was, that he alone had the power to put her soul back into her body and evict the son of a bitch who’d taken her place.

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About the Author

Sharon Karaa is a mass of contradictions but two facets of her character have always battled for supremacy; her logical self (let’s call him Frank, he’s male, I know that makes no sense but hey, this is my story!) and her artistic side (lets her call Misty).

Until recently, Frank won every battle, forcing Sharon into a life based on most probable outcome and to give him his credit, it has led to a fairly comfortable if rather boring life, so far. Then Misty took up kick boxing and gave Frank a good kick in the goodies.

Sharon was first published at the tender age of fifteen. Flush with success, she waited another umpteen years before making the decision to become an independent author and publish her first book, The Last Challenge, in 2014. Since then, she has published a further three books and is polishing her next offering ready for publication in the next month. Sharon writes comedy because she needs something in her life she can laugh at other than herself.

Sharon lives with her husband in a little village in the North East of England. She doesn’t have a cat.