I hope you guys had a great weekend! Today I have a guest post about why Melissa Haag writes and check out an excerpt from (mis)fortune. Don’t forget to enter the giveaway at the bottom of the post to win a copy of the first book, Hope(less)
Our world is being judged and even they remain unaware.
Michelle, another young woman with an unexplainable gift, finds herself surrounded by the previously undiscovered werewolf society. Kept prisoner for the predictions that torment her, she meekly follows orders waiting for her opportunity to run. When her stepfather dies, she takes a chance and escapes.
After witnessing Blake, her captor, grow canines, she knows he will do anything to find her. She needs a place to hide and someone to listen to her predictions so her head doesn’t explode, but knows there’s nowhere she can hide forever, and no one who can protect her… unless she can find someone just like him.
Part of the fur wearing faction wants to use her, another part strives to keep her safe. The second book of the Judgement of the Six series will raise more questions about the purpose of these gifted few and Michelle will need to fight for answers. Will what she discovers be enough to help her keep those she loves safe from an emerging evil?
Why do I write? by Melissa Haag
You are curled in your favorite chair enjoying a quiet read. The book pulls you in. You forget where and who you are. You never want the story to end…
I have no idea why other authors write, but I write because that’s what I want to bring to my readers: hours of entertainment that completely captures the imagination, a world worth diving into. Throw in a man (or men) to drool over and what could be better?
Clay, the hero in Hope(less) is the strong, silent type. When I say silent, I mean SILENT. I had so much fun imagining and then writing about him. He was written to be loved, flaws and all. Emmitt, the hero in (Mis)fortune is the solid rock Michelle needs to feel safe again. His ginger handling of his relationship with Michelle helped get me through folding manyloads of laundry.
But how do I know I’ve done my job? Often, I don’t. Every now and again a reader is brave enough to put their applauding (or booing) in a review. The information is invaluable not just to me to help me hone my skills, but to other prospective readers.
I encourage you to post a review of the next book you read (applaud or boo as you see fit) and help other readers by giving them an idea of what to expect from the book they are considering. There are worlds, and the drool-worthy men who live in them, waiting to be explored by our imaginations.
Excerpt from (Mis)Fortune:
Steady pounding woke me. I groaned and pulled the pillow over my head. It didn’t block out the pounding.
“Mimi,” Liam said shaking my shoulder. “Someone’s at the door. I think it’s Uncle Jim.”
Uncle Jim? What? I threw my pillow off my head, lifted its weight from the mattress, and struggled to focus on Liam’s face.
Last night came back in a rush and I groaned aloud, letting my head fall back down.
“Should I get the door?” Liam insisted quietly, shaking my shoulder.
Worst. Sister. Ever. I pulled my hung-over butt from bed and looked at Aden who still slept on my other side. Stumbling into the kitchen, I checked the clock. Six am. I was going to kill Jim.
I yanked open the door with a scowl and glared not at Jim, but Emmitt. In one hand, he offered two coated pills, in the other, a glass of water. He elevator-eyed me with a slight quirk on his lips. I took both without comment and swallowed them.
“I heard Liam moving around and wanted to know if he’d like to come down for pancakes,” he offered in a warm, soft voice that melted my middle.
The melting brought back the memory of last night’s question and answer session following Emmitt’s big reveal and I cringed.
Emmitt: “If you’re not worried about David, who are you worried about?”
Me: “Can I sleep in your shirt tonight?”
Emmitt: “Why did David keep you locked away?”
Me: “Blake told him to. I really liked when you kissed my neck even though I tried not to.”
Notable pause in questioning….
Emmitt: “Who’s Blake?”
Me: “I like you without a shirt. A lot.” Long pause. “I think I’m going to be sick.”
It could have been worse.
“I’m never drinking again,” I whispered to myself.
Emmitt grinned. “I like your pajamas.”
I looked down at myself. I wore his t-shirt. Damn.
Melissa Haag currently resides in Wisconsin with her husband and three children. Touch is her first published novel. She is currently working on book three of a separate five book series. To learn more about her upcoming projects, visit her at:http://melissahaag.com
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