Where are you from?
Grapevine Texas
What is your main purpose in life?
Catch the bad guys that the mortal cops can’t deal with.
Who is your greatest enemy and why?
Personal enemy would have to be Joey Castellano, my ex. Work enemy would have to be whoever is trying to take over or destroy the world at the moment.
Do you think you can ever reconcile with this enemy?
I don’t really see it happening. Joey got my brother killed, and it’s bad business to let people take over or destroy the world, so unless they suddenly just give up and reform, I don’t see that happening there either. By the way, this has never happened.
Do you have a love interest?
Working on it.
What is your weapon of choice?
Ruger SR 9
Do you have a code of honor?
Yes. There are some who might question my methods, at times, but it gets the job done.
What makes you angry?
Abuse of any kind
If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?
I would probably be able to shape shift like the rest of my family. It gets old being the odd woman out. I’ve taken a lot of grief over the years for not being like the others.
What do you think is your greatest strength?
Persistence
What do you think is your greatest weakness?
Jason says it’s my tendency to jump in to situations before we have all the information, and I can see where that causes a few problems, but most of the time we don’t have time to hesitate if we’re going to catch the bad guys than to drag our feet.
What do you think is your enemy’s greatest strength?
Varies
What do you think is your enemy’s greatest weakness?
Varies depending on the enemy.
Name one person you admire.
Giles Walker my mentor at DUE.
Name one person you trust.
My partner Jason is one of the few people I know who always has my back.
Author Bio:
Sandi lives in Texas with three roommates, two Yellow Labs, a Shepherd/Border Collie mix, two terrier mixes and assorted other critters. The animals were primarily rescues. Sandi’s full time job is as the Public Information Officer for the local Sheriff’s Office, and she teaches English part time at the local Community College.
She says she has a couple of degrees from the University of North Texas lying around somewhere, and she’s been writing ever since she can remember. Sandi took time off for work and school, and previously her writing has been more geared toward short stories and academic papers.
Sandi also publishes a newsletter and several articles a month in her current position, but she has now added writing fiction and currently has several more books in the works. Excerpts are available at www.sandibrackeen.com.
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Excerpt:
For a minute, I couldn’t feel any emotions in the basement at all. Then, like someone had pulled a blanket off my shields, fanatical self-righteousness crashed against my shields from behind, and I wheeled around.
To my five feet four inches, most people look fairly large, but this guy was about twice my height. His shaggy hair was tucked up under a ball cap and he had on a T-shirt with the saying on it almost faded to nothing, just like most of the students on campus, but his eyes were the giveaway. There was nothing there but hate. Hate and dark energy swirled around him. The hate was his. The energy belonged to whoever was controlling him.
His eyes flashed when he saw me, and he charged. Fortunately for me, all he saw was a rather small woman with no outward defenses, and his smugness echoed around him as he charged. He thought he had an easy mark.
I sidestepped his charge, spun, and aimed a kick at his knee. I missed the knee and hit his calf, but the pressure from my kick and his momentum was enough to send him stumbling, and give me enough time to get my gun out. He turned to come after me again, but when he saw the gun, he ducked behind the office door closest to him. A flash of metal told me he’d pulled out his own weapon. He apparently hadn’t seen me as enough of a threat to bother with his gun before. Now I was annoyed and puzzled. How had he known I’d be here?
I slipped over to the wall by the door and eased down the wide hall toward the office. The door opened, and a sharp crack echoed through the hall as he shot blindly in the direction of where I had been standing. The door slammed shut again. I ducked below window height and crept along the wall. He opened the door and fired again. He was obviously not a pro. His emotional blast was all about hate and fear.
Unfortunately, I couldn’t tell the source of the dark energy empowering his emotions. It swirled around him, feeding on itself and growing, until it manifested around him like a second skin. I’ve done a little bit of work with channeling energy, and whoever was controlling this guy was strong, way stronger than me. It’s difficult enough to control the energy when you’re trying to channel it and push it out from yourself in the first place. Rather makes you feel like a pushmi-pullyu since you’re trying to do two opposite things at the same time. This guy could not only push and focus while drawing energy in, he could push it far enough to control someone possibly miles away. That was the only thing that was certain about the man before me: he was a pawn. Didn’t make him any less dangerous, but I’d try hard not to kill him.
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