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Black Cats, Panties... and Hi!




Greetings, hordes of raving fans. Or sisters and bestie who plan to print out my blog posts and put them on the fridge. You know, whatever.

Let’s just get this out of the way right now. Admit it—you’re grateful I didn’t name this blog something like 300 Shades of Gray. Yeah, don’t think I didn’t consider it, but I still have a little bit of pride left.

Please let me introduce me. I’m Holly Gray, sociology professor by day, writer and volunteer by night, and current resident of the gorgeous Black Hills of South Dakota. My academic work focuses on social inequalities, which just happens to be the single most depressing thing ever. I mention this to explain: 1. My commitment to volunteering and social justice, 2. My obsession with animals as a psychic palate cleanser.

Plus, you know, I write lesbian paranormal romances. And lots of poetry.

One of my latest #SJW buttons
I wish I could dazzle you all with a list of my sparkling achievements. I mean, there was that one time I ran into Diedrich Bader in a bookstore in Santa Monica. Don’t worry—I totally played it cool. Plus, I wrote an entire Master’s thesis on Charlie’s Angels. I used to rescue animals, which is how I ended up with three black cats. Oh, and my current obsession is cranking out social justice buttons. Impressed yet?

My wife worries that when I become a world-famous writer of lesbian paranormal romances, I will have to fend off crowds of panty-waving fans. Somehow, I don’t think that’s an entirely legitimate concern.

I invite you to introduce yourselves to me in the comments section, friends. Welcome to the blog! And please keep your undergarments on.
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