C.M. Stunich was raised under a cover of fog in the area known simply as Eureka, CA. A mysterious place, this strange, arboreal land nursed Caitlin's (yes, that's her name!) desire to write strange fiction novels about wicked monsters, magical trains, and Nemean Lions (Google it!). She currently enjoys drag queens, having too many cats, and tribal bellydance.
Always a fan of the indie scene and 'sticking it to the man,' Ms. Stunich decided to take the road less traveled and forgo the traditional publishing route. You can be assured though that she received several rejections as to ensure her proper place in the world of writers before taking up a friend's offer to start a publishing company. Sarian Royal was born, and Ms. Stunich's books slowly transformed from mere baking chocolate to full blown tortes with hand sculpted fondant flowers.
C.M. is a writer obsessed with delivering the very best and scours her mind on a regular basis to select the most unusual stories for the outside world.
Ms. Stunich can be reached via e-mail or by post and loves to hear from her readers. Ms. Stunich also wrote this biography and has no idea why she decided to refer to herself in the third person.
Come visit me at www.cmstunich.com !
Happy reading and carpe diem!
(Any grammatical errors are taken very seriously as the books were all given several once overs by several people. If you're able, you can send an email to firstname.lastname@example.org with the book title, page number, and error and you'll receive a coupon for a future purchase from me!)
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A Werewolf Christmas
by C.M. Stunich
*A Short Story*
"I'll be on all fours howling at the moon while you're eating sweet potatoes with marshmallows and sipping spiked eggnog."
Sylvia's parents have just dropped a bomb on her. A big one. A colossal one. When they told her she could open an early Christmas present, she never expected ears and a tail, especially not connected to her person.
by C.M. Stunich
Ginger's life was already full of clichés – sexy demons in business suits, smart mouthed genies, and angry, French kissing yetis to name a few – so what was wrong with one more? Why shouldn't she have sold her soul to the Devil for three wishes? Brendan Fraser did it in "Bedazzled," so it couldn't be all bad, right?
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