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Welcome to Dawn’s Reading Nook, Margay
Leah Justice. Please let my cabana boys/girls get you a drink and make yourself
at home. Comfortable? Great…now let’s get down to business.
So tell us about yourself.
What got you interested in writing? Who are your publisher(s)?
I have literally been writing my whole life, even before I
knew there was a name for what I was doing. But it really solidified in junior
high when my English teacher encouraged my writing and told me to keep on
writing. So I did. It has always been something I loved to do. I am currently
published by Muse It Up Publishing.
How did you start your writing career?
I started out writing for me, writing the
stories I wanted to read but didn’t see out there. It took awhile before I ever
considered publishing what I wrote.
Tell us about your favorite character from your books.
All of my characters are my favorites! I
really do like Shiloh, though, because she is still something of an innocent
and definitely a fish out of water, but she is a fierce fighter when she needs
to be.
Where do you dream of traveling to and why?
I have always wanted to go to Paris, ever
since I started taking French in school. I just love the language and the food
and the culture. I’d also love to visit England, Scotland, Ireland, and check
out where my ancestors came from.
Tell us about your current/upcoming
release. What inspired it?
Sloane Wolf was originally just a couple
of scenes in my head related to a book/movie I had enjoyed, about how I wish it
went. But then I saw a call for a writing contest with a theme of wolves and
decided to give it a shot. The only trouble was, I only had those few scenes in
my head and nothing to connect them into a story. Until I read an article about
the sightings of gray wolves in Massachusetts after a 150-year absence.
Suddenly, everything fell into place and the legend of the wolves was born!
Has someone helped or mentored you in your writing career?
I always credit my seventh grade English
teacher, Miss Black, with being my mentor. She is the one that put a name to
what I was doing for m (writing) and she really nurtured me all throughout that
class. She also told me to keep on writing and that was a huge encouragement to
me. Another mentor was an English professor in college who told me that my
writing was “easily publishable.” With praise like that, you have to press on
with it, don’t you?
Who are some of your favorite authors/books?
Julia Quinn – I could read anything she
writes and usually do! Jane Austen – Pride and Prejudice and Persuasion And so
many more!
What was your first sale as an author?
A book called Nora’s Soul
When in the day/night do you write? How long per day?
Lately, I’ve
been writing a lot at night, I don’t know why. But I usually put in at least an
hour before bedtime.
If you could visit any time and place, where and when would
it be and why?
Regency England. For some reason, I really love that time
period and place, which is probably why I love Julia’s and Jane’s books so
much!
If you could be any shape shifter, what form would you take
and why?
Probably a cat because I love cats and because, if you look
up my name in the dictionary, you will see that it is a type of wild cat.
What else would you like readers to know about you or your
work?
Hmm, interesting question. Perhaps that I am avid reader
myself and as such, I try hard to provide a good story that they can get so
wrapped up in, they forget they have other things to do that day!
Who's more fun to
write: bad boys or perfect gentlemen and why?
Oh, probably bad boys because you can make
them do anything and they relish it!
If you could meet any fictional character, who would it be and what would you do together?
Elizabeth Bennet – and we’d attend a
country ball together so we can spend the night dancing with friends.
Out of all your books, do you have a
favorite one? If not, then which one is closest to your heart?
All of my books are close to my heart,
kind of like my children, so I love them all equally.
What character out of all your books is the closest to your personality?
That’s hard to say. I think there is a
little bit of me in all of my characters, to some extent. But maybe Shiloh
comes the closest.
Anything else you would like to add?
I just want to thank you for having me
here today. I really enjoyed it!
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For
more than a hundred and fifty years, the gray wolf has failed to roam the hills
of Massachusetts, leading to the belief that they are extinct. But with a
spattering of sightings across the Berkshires, the legend of the gray wolf
comes to fruition. The product of that legend, Micah Sloane will go to great
lengths to protect his kind from the threat of outsiders, who seek to exploit
the legend for their own interests. One thing he didn’t count on, however, was
finding his soul mate in the company of such men.
From
the first time she predicted a stranger’s imminent death when she was little
more than a child, Shiloh Beck knew she was different. Wishing to cultivate her
gift, her parents made the fateful decision to enroll her in a private school
for paranormally gifted children. Unbeknownst to them, the school was just a
front for a research facility simply called the Institute, whose secret board
members weaned gifted children from their families to exploit their gifts.
Shiloh has spent the better part of her life trying to escape the Institute and
reunite with the family she was told had abandoned her.
From
their first meeting, Micah and Shiloh share a connection that goes beyond the
normal to bond them in a way that love alone cannot. But before they can build
a life together, they must deal with the fall-out when the legend of the wolves
collides with the men behind the Institute.
Hot Teaser Excerpt:
What was it about this man that rattled her so and with so little
effort on his part? Sharing the same air with him was enough to send her pulses
to the moon—and her mind somewhere else, something new for her. Being this
attracted to a man was beyond her realm of experience. She didn’t know what to
do with it—or about it. Should she do anything? Should she pretend indifference?
And why wasn’t he so deeply affected?
It wasn’t fair.
Still confused, she gave
him a weak smile, intent on backing up her previous claim with the gesture. She
feared it failed miserably. When Micah returned her smile and lifted his hand
from her knee, she felt precisely one second of relief before he shook her
world again by caressing her face in parting. She stumbled
back against the frame of
the window, her lips parting on a startled breath as a lightning bolt shot
through her at his touch. Something flickered in his eyes at her reaction—pain,
perhaps—and he retracted his hand, balling it into a fist as he turned away
from her, preparing to depart.
In an instant, she
realized her mistake. Along with it came the knowledge she couldn’t let him go
away angry or upset. After everything he and his family had done for her, she
owed him that much. She grabbed him by the shirtfront to stop him, and a shock
of awareness shot from her hand directly into his heart, just beneath it. She
could see it in the gaze he leveled on her then, could hear it in his breath
trapped within his lungs, feel it
in the missed beat of his heart. But then, all sense abandoned her, and her heart skipped a beat as he held her hand firmly to his
chest with one of his own and lifted the other to her head, anchoring it
against the window frame. Slowly, his eyes never straying from hers, he leaned
across the space separating them. His lips brushed hers, like a whisper, before
he withdrew, tilted his head to the side, and advanced again. This time the
kiss was fuller, penetrating her every defense, both physical and emotional,
but still not long enough for her. He retreated once again after a fraction of
time and hovered before her, scarcely an inch away. Watching her. Waiting.
Her heart beating a
frantic tempo now, Shiloh abandoned all of her reservations and her good sense to
swoop in for a more vigorous kiss. So vigorous, in fact, she knocked him off
his perch through the open window. Only quick reflexes honed to perfection at
the Institute prevented her from tumbling after him.
Bracing herself against
the sill, she leaned out the window as far as she was able and watched his
descent from the slanted roof to the ground below. She lost sight of him the
moment he slid beyond the reach of the light from her window. But then she
heard him land with a thud —and a howl—on the ground in front of the back porch
when he failed to catch himself on the roof edge. She clasped a hand over her
mouth to silence her reaction and waited. When he didn’t rouse right away,
panic shot through her and she leaned out another few inches.
“Micah? Are you okay?”
“Fine,” he answered after
a few moments, appearing beyond the overhang of the roof as if to prove it to
her. “Nothing hurt but what’s left of my pride.”
Relief coursed through her
at his statement, and she allowed herself the laugh she’d literally held back
before. Her mirth was cut short, however, by his next words.
“Hey, Shiloh !
We’ve got to stop falling for each other like this.”
His laughter followed her
as she ducked back into the room. She could still hear it even after she closed
the window, though not as well. Oh, Lord. She
rested against the cool pane of glass and touched her still-tingling lips with
shaky fingers. Was she? Falling for
him? Was that what this crazy-mad feeling inside of her was?
The question plagued her
long into the night.
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Once again, thank you for having me on your blog. I really enjoyed it!
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