Why Wolves? #fallingintolove with Sloane Wolf by @Margay Leah Justice #PNRblogfest

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Margay Leah Justice is here to tell us “Why Wolves” and talk about the inspiration for her Falling Into Love romance, Sloane Wolf.

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Whenever I discuss my latest book, Sloane Wolf, people often ask me, Why Wolves? And I have to say, why not? Wolves are fantastic creatures that mate for life and are truly faithful to their mates (from what I’ve read), and we humans could learn a lot from them.

As it pertains to my book, however, it was rather serendipitous that I ended up writing about wolves. I didn’t intentionally set out to do so, but a series of events conspired to make it happen. The first event came in the form of a book that was ultimately made into a movie that got me to thinking – and anybody who knows me can tell you that when I get to thinking, things begin to happen…in a writing sense that is! I can turn the smallest nugget of an idea into a story, if motivated enough to do so, and that is how this story started out, as just a nugget. So there I was, inspired by this other book/movie enough that certain scenes kept kicking up in my head (ahem, fight scene), but content just to imagine it in my head.

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Until event number two happened. That would be a contest that an electronic publishing company was running with the theme of – you guessed it – wolves. And so I thought, why not? I had some interesting scenes kicking around in my head, the contest was for a novella length story, so I had enough to accomplish that. And with the help of event number three – discovering an article about gray wolves returning to Massachusetts after a 100-plus year absence – a true story began to formulate with legends of wolves and why they “reappeared” in the state after such a long absence. Wow, I thought, this was really going to be something, if I could get it all together in time.

Trouble was, once I started writing, I just kept on writing and I over-shot the word count. One thing I forgot when I set out to enter this contest: I have never been able to write short. I keep trying, but I usually have so much to say, it doesn’t conform well to short stories or novellas. Not wanting to cut anything to fit the guidelines, I simply finished the book for me. And by the time I was finished with it, I knew that I had to try to get it published anyway, I felt that strong about it. And after several fits and starts, I finally found the right publisher for it in Muse it Up Publishing.

So there you have it. The serendipitous events that led to the birth of Sloane Wolf.

Sloane Wolf coverBlurb:

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.

Where to buy: Amazon and Muse It Up Publishing.


She must be hallucinating. That’s what this whole thing was; just one big whopper of a hallucination. What kind of reality allowed for the fact that a human girl could drop from a tree and when she arose, she was a wolf?

Not possible.

No, her mind corrected, not probable. And yet it was. She knew what she saw. So the image had been a little fuzzy – kind of like now – but she knew it was true. The legend that Jon had alluded to. True. The wolves were back in Massachusetts after more than a century-long absence. And Ava Sloane was one of them.

So who were the other three?

The thought had scarce formed in her mind when her attention was drawn to them like metal to magnet. They stood in a semi-circle at her feet. Watching her. Their eyes curious, but impassive. Unease skidded down her spine. Here they were – in a cave? – out in the middle of nowhere, the nearest human several miles away. They could do anything to her here and no one would be the wiser. Poor inexperienced hiker, victim of a vicious animal attack.

Her unease multiplied by a thousand and for the first time since this far-fetched sequence of events unfolded, she allowed herself to give in to the fear lurking in the back of her mind. Not that she had any choice in the matter, given the vulnerability of her present state; lying injured on the floor of a dark cave as four sets of glowing eyes watched her. Panting out a panicky breath, she tried to scurry backward, to put as much distance as she could between them and herself – which was nearly impossible given the confines of the cave. A wrenching pain in her shoulder put a quick end to her flight, as did the back wall of the cave. A starburst of light erupted behind her eyes as her head bumped against the stone, exacerbating the pain she’d already suffered from her fall from the tree.

Her eyes never leaving the wolves, watching as they approached her, she frantically patted the cool, packed earth about her, searching for a weapon. A stick, a stone – anything she could use to defend herself against them. Her gaze wavered as the darkness pressed in on her again. She fought it, fought off her brain’s impulse to put itself in safety mode. A losing battle. Hard as she tried to remain conscious, her brain’s sense of self-preservation kicked in and it began to shut down, robbing her of consciousness.

But before the darkness completely overtook her, she could have sworn she saw the creatures slowly morph from magnificent silver beasts into the even more magnificent human forms of Micah, Cam, Grayson – and yes, Ava – then back again before they even reached her feet.

Author’s Bio:

A versatile author who likes to write in multiple genres, Margay Leah Justice is the published author of three books: Nora’s Soul, Sloane Wolf and The Scent of Humanity. In her free time, she can be found penning her new story, reading (of course!) or knitting up something warm and toasty for her family.

Connect with Margay at:

Blogs: http://margayleahjustice.blogspot.com/

MySpace: http://www.myspace.com/margay1122

Twitter @Margay: http://twitter.com/Margay

Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/MargayLeahJustice

Pinterest: http://pinterest.com/margay1122/

Thanks for being my guest, Margay. I’m a big sucker for wolves, too. They are such beautiful animals.

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#fallingintolove with A Shadow in the Past by @RobertsoKing

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Today’s #fallingintolove read is a Young Adult time travel set in Scotland, A Shadow in the Past by Melanie Robertson-King.

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A Shadow in the Past
by Melanie Robertson-King
Young Adult Time Travel


When nineteen year old Sarah Shand finds herself in Victorian Era Aberdeenshire, Scotland, she has no idea how she got there. Her last memory is of being at the stone circle on the family farm in the year 2010.

Despite having difficulty coming to terms with her situation, Sarah quickly learns she must keep her true identity a secret.

Still, she feels stifled by the Victorians’ confining social practices, including arranged marriages between wealthy and influential families, confronts them head on and suffers the consequences.

When Sarah realizes she has fallen in love with the handsome Laird of Weetshill, she faces an agonizing decision. Does she try to find her way back to 2010 or remain in the past with the man she loves?


When Sarah’s eyes flickered open, the young girl and her wrecked car were nowhere to be seen. Instead of the asphalt surface of Kendonald Road, Sarah lay sprawled out on a narrow gravel lane.

Sarah’s chest felt like the family’s herd of cows sat on it and she gasped for air. Stones gouged her elbows as she tried to prop herself up.

Using her last ounce of strength, Sarah hauled herself to her feet. Her head throbbed as if it were about to explode, and something wet and sticky ran down the back of her neck. Dirt and blood covered her rugby shirt and jeans, and her trainers were gone. Sharp gravel bit into her stocking feet as she staggered, trying not to fall. Sarah was surprised she was able to stand. She was certain the impact with the car had broken her legs and maybe even her back.

She wiped her hands on her shirt and cried out in pain. Dirt and blood covered her palms, and her knees felt like they’d been scraped with sandpaper. Her chest hurt with every breath, and she wondered if her ribs were broken. Where were the terrified driver and her wrecked car? They seemed to have vanished into the mist.

Sarah barely made out a faint light shining in the distance, and she stumbled toward it, thinking it was the yard light near her father’s barn. She clapped her hands over her ears in an attempt to block out the incessant ringing, but it didn’t work. Taking those pills had been a huge mistake. No matter how badly she wanted to hurt Blair and Niamh, she realized that she didn’t want to die. She couldn’t do that to her family.

Sarah blinked and stared at one of the ghostly trees lining the roadway. The trunk expanded and contracted before her eyes as if it were breathing. A gust of wind rasped through the branches and a sudden cry of a long-eared owl made her jump. Shivering, Sarah crossed her arms and rubbed, but pain shot all the way down to her fingertips, forcing her to stop.

At the narrow stone bridge, she stopped and rested. As she stood there trying to catch her breath, the bridge began to vibrate and black smoke filled the air. A shrill whistle pierced the silence, drowning out the ringing in her ears. Sarah wheeled around and gasped. Off in the distance she saw the tiny speck of a headlight. It grew larger and brighter as the train drew closer and thundered beneath the bridge. Sarah watched the disappearing train and tried to understand what she had seen. There was no railway line near her house, only a flat dirt trail leading to the village.

Soon the smell of freshly cut hay, manure, and farm animals replaced the lingering aroma of the train’s oily coal smoke. If the barn was this close, she was almost home. Drawing closer, she heard the sounds of hooves pawing…

Purchase links:

Amazon, Barnes & Noble, and Kobo.

Author Bio:MelanieR-K author photo 400

When Melanie isn’t writing, she’s reading. The writing bug first bit when she was thirteen but the itch subsided and it wasn’t until a number of years later that she put “pen to paper” and began writing again.

Prior to returning to fiction, Melanie wrote articles for various publications for a number of years and has been published in Canada, the US and the UK.

In addition to writing, her interests include genealogy, photography and travel, especially Scotland. On one of her trips to the Auld Country, she had the honor of meeting The Princess Royal, Princess Anne.

Author links:

Website: http://www.melanierobertson-king.com/
Blog: Celtic Connexions http://www.melanierobertson-king.com/wp02/
Facebook Author Page: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Melanie-Robertson-King/221018701298979
Twitter Account: @RobertsoKing https://twitter.com/RobertsoKing
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6543072.Melanie_Robertson_King

Oh, Melanie, how cool that you got to meet Princess Anne. I don’t suppose you’d like to share that story with us?

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