Cate: Please welcome Margay Leah Justice to my special Halloween celebration. Margay, please tell us a little bit about yourself.
Margay: Well, I am a single mother of two daughters with a passion for knitting, reading, and writing, of course! I live – and write – in Massachusetts.
Cate: What do you love most about Halloween?
Margay: I love seeing the kids in their costumes. They usually look so fantastic and they have so much fun, it’s hard not to get swept up in the spirit of that.
Cate: Do you have a favorite memory of a Halloween past?
Margay: Any that involved my daughters is a favorite. When they were younger, a family in our neighborhood used to really go all out on the decorations in their front yard – a coffin with a body that rose to a sitting position, a ‘graveyard’ and even a guillotine once. People used to come from a few towns over just to see it, so it was fun to walk up there and watch how others responded to it.
Cate: Have you ever had an unusual experience you couldn’t explain?
Margay: On several occasions, actually. Probably the most profound is that my father visited me the night he died. He died in Virginia, I live in Massachusetts.
Cate: What frightens you the most?
Margay: Speaking in public! I’m kind of a shy person so the thought of getting up in front of a crowd to speak terrifies me.
Cate: Ever gone on a ghost tour? Or ghost hunting on your own?
Margay: No, but I would love to do both.
Cate: Any favorite Halloween recipes you’d care to share?
Margay: I wish I had one, but I don’t – my mother’s the crafty one in that department!
Cate: Tell us about your latest release, and where readers can find it online.
Margay: My latest release, Sloane Wolf, is about an empath named Shiloh Beck who is being hunted by a mysterious group that she refers to as ‘the Institute.’ She is determined not to return there, whatever she has to do to prevent it. Early on, she crosses paths with the Sloane family and quickly becomes entangled with them, not realizing that they are a family of shapeshifters. Of course, she becomes involved with the eldest sibling, Micah Sloane, and the real fireworks begin!
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Cate: Care to share a blurb or excerpt?
Shiloh nearly leapt off the sill as his hand touched her knee. It took every ounce of willpower 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 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.
Cate: What inspired you to write about the theme?
Margay: It started out as just some scenes flitting around in my head, inspired by a book/movie with a similar theme a few years back. Then I saw a call online for a contest with a wolf theme and I thought I’d give it a try, so I really started playing around with these scenes to see if I had enough for a story. Things really came together and started to gel when I saw an article online about how the grey wolves were making a return to Massachusetts after an absence of about a century and a half. Of course, being a writer, I started thinking about the reasons why they were absent, the consequences of them making a reappearance and before you knew it, Sloane Wolf was born.
Cate: Anything else you’d like to share?
Margay: If you’d like to learn more about me and what I have planned for the future, I’d love to have you visit my blog at http://margayleahjustice.blogspot.com. I can also be found on Facebook, Twitter and Pinterest.
Cate: Margay has a giveaway for you lucky readers!
Margay: In honor of Halloween and my book, I would love to give away something with a wolf theme that I made myself – it may be fingerless gloves or a hat with a paw print, or a stuffed wolf (still deciding). Oh, and there might even be a copy of my book in there, too!
To celebrate all things wolfish, I'm sharing a video showing you how to make werewolf cupcakes! Yum!