Title: Sloane Wolf
Author: Margay Leah Justice
Release Date: October 28, 2011
Publisher: Muse It Up PublishingGenre: Paranormal Romance
Blurb: 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.
Welcome to Sizzling Releases, Margay Leah Justice. I’m so pleased you could join me today. What is your Sizzling Release?
Thank you for having me! My Sizzling Release is a paranormal romance entitled Sloane Wolf.
What is Sloane Wolf all about?
Sloane Wolf is about a reluctant empath who, in her bid to escape from a nefarious Institute, stumbles into a world of legends and a family of shape shifters that she never knew existed. Much to her chagrin, she soon discovers that her fate is entangled with theirs, that she is a part of this legend.
That sounds fascinating. How did you come up with the idea?
It was a combination of things, actually. I was looking for an idea for a contest entry with a wolf theme and I was inspired by a movie that was popular at the time. But the part about the legend of the wolves came from an article I read in a local paper about a sighting of a wolf in Massachusetts – which hadn’t happened in something like 150 years as settlers had driven them out of the state. After reading that, I thought, Hmm, this has some potential. And the psychic part came when I was watching one of many shows with that theme and I wondered what would it be like if a psychic kid was put into an Institute for gifted children – which wasn’t exactly as advertised to her parents? Everything just seemed to flow from there!
I know this is book number one in the series The Wolves of Destiny Falls. Did you begin writing with a series in mind, or did your muse take over?
My muse definitely high-jacked me on this one! It was originally supposed to be a novella (for the contest), but I over-shot that by at least 10,000 words. Little did I know that the scope of the story wouldn’t be contained in one book, let alone a novella!
As a multi-published author, what advice do you have for those just beginning a career as a writer?
Read everything, hone your craft, develop a tough skin, and don’t give up. If you really want to be published, you will make it happen.
Tell the readers about your backlist.
My first book is called Nora’s Soul, which was originally published with Second Wind Publishing, LLC, but I have other plans for it now.
What are you working on now?
Oh, too many things! Of course, there is the next installment of The Wolves of Destiny Falls, a revamp of Nora’s Soul, which is also book one in a series, and my NaNo project, If You Can See Me, which is about a psychic who uncovers the tragic past of Bentley Manor as she’s trying to prove, on request of the owner, that it’s not haunted – but of course it is!
Do you have an evil day job, and if you do, how do you find time to write?
No evil day job! But I do take care of a daughter with disabling physical and psychological issues, so it’s kind of like a day job! I just carve out the time. That’s the secret. If you really want to write, you will find the time to do it. Period.
What is your creative process?
Wait – there’s a process to it? No, seriously, that’s a tough one because sometimes, I’m really disciplined and write out extensive notes and outlines, and other times, I have a general idea when I start out and just fly with it. Sometimes, I feel like the book just writes itself and I’m the one taking dictation!
What does your family and friends think about you being a published author?
I think they’re pretty cool with it. They always knew it was going to happen – I kept telling them since I was a kid, after all!
I’m an October baby and fall is my favorite time of year. What’s yours?
Oh, I love Fall, too! Maybe it’s because I’m a November baby – or just because everything is so pretty in New England this time of year.
What did you do for Thanksgiving?
I shared it with my daughters, one of whom came home from college for the weekend.
Do you have a favorite Thanksgiving memory?
All of my Thanksgiving memories are my favorite because they’re shared with family and I am a family-oriented person through and through.
What is your favorite Thanksgiving Day food?
Besides the turkey, I love the stuffing.
Thank you so much for being here. Is there anything else you’d like the readers to know?
I’d love for them to know where to find me on the Internet. Here are some of my hangouts:
And before we go, can we get a juicy excerpt from Sloane Wolf?
Shiloh nearly leapt off the sill as his hand touched her knee. It took every ounce of will power she possessed to remain seated and appear undaunted by the gesture. “I am…much better now…thank you,” she said, becoming more unnerved by the presence of his hand by the minute.
Oh, this was not good, not good at all. The longer it remained there, the stronger her impulse to bolt became. Oh, no…
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
“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.