Michelle's Bio:
Michelle has
been an avid reader since a young child.
She began writing for personal enjoyment in college, where she graduated
Summa Cum Laude with a degree in accounting.
Deciding sitting in a cubical all day was her form of cruel and unusual
punishment, she decided to do what she really wanted to—share her passion for
reading and writing with others.
She wrote
her debut novel Concilium in 2010. It was released July of 2012 by MuseItUp
Publishing. The sequel, Concilium: The Departure will also be
published by MuseItUp Publishing with scheduled release date of November
2012.
Her Debut
young adult novel, PODs, will be published by Spencer Hill Press and is
scheduled for release in paperback June 4th, 2013.
Michelle was born and raised in Michigan. She now resides in a small community outside
Houston, Texas with her incredibly supportive husband, four wonderful children,
a 125-pound lap dog, a very grumpy cockatiel and a cat that thinks she's queen.
Michelle
writes adult and young adult Sci/Fi and urban fantasy romance.
Concilium Blurb
Leslee hit a strange animal with her car.
Now she’s marked for death.
It was a simple car
accident – the animal didn’t even die – but it drew the attention of the Cruor
Imbibo. Driven by their insatiable need to feed, the secret society of Imbibo
has devoured the dregs of civilization for centuries. Afraid Leslee will expose them, and put an
end to their meal ticket, the Imbibo want her dead.
The Concilium is
Leslee's only protection. Guardian of the ancient secret and the protector of
humans, the Concilium fights to control the Imbibo and end their feeding
frenzy. Miller works for the Concilium. Keeping Leslee alive is his next
assignment.
Now Leslee is on the
run, and the only thing between her flesh and the snapping jaws of the Imbibo
is Miller. He and Leslee quickly form a bond, but will falling in love make
Miller’s job more difficult? Because if he fails, Leslee will be next on the
Imbibo menu.
The Cruor Imbibo are
coming, and they're coming for Leslee.
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Links and Contact Information:
Website: www.Michelle-Pickett.com
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Goodreads: http://goodreads.com/michelle-pickett
Trailer: http://youtu.be/dxLvVQ9s7u4
Linked In: http://www.linkedin.com/in/michellepickett
Book: htttp://www.conciliumbooks.com
PODs: http://www.site.spencerhillpress.com/PODs.html
Novel Excerpts to choose from:
FIRST EXCERPT
Tired of them
talking as if I wasn’t there, I did what they wanted and went inside. I thought
about locking Miller out. But I didn’t. It wasn’t because I wanted to spend the
evening alone with him like we had spent that afternoon. It wasn’t...
Mostly.
I sank deep into
the cushions of my couch and waited for them to finish their work. Grabbing the
remote, I flipped on the television, surfing the channels. Nothing was on. More
than two hundred channels on the stupid thing, and nothing worth watching.
Irritated at the television, at Miller, at the whole situation, I hurled the
remote against the door.
“Crap,” I
muttered when it fell to the floor in pieces.
“I think you
killed it,” I heard Miller say behind me.
My stomach did a
little flip-flop, and I cursed it silently. “Yep, I certainly put it in its
place. It won’t be talking back to me again. I wish I could do the same with
you.”
His lips pursed
into what almost looked like a grin. “You think you’re the one to put me in my
place, Leslee? You, just a slip of a girl? I doubt it.”
“Don’t mock me,
Miller. I meant that I’d like to throw you across the room,” I snapped. “I just
might surprise you. And I’m not a ‘girl.’ Girls go shopping at the mall for
flip-flops and lip gloss. And, for the last dang time, my name is Les!” I
walked around him, my shoulder brushing slightly against his arm. As I caught
the faintest whiff of his cologne, not only did my stomach do a flip-flop, but
my whole insides swirled out of place.
What is it with
this man?
I barely knew
him. In fact, the only thing I did know was his first name. At least, I thought
it was his first name. What was this thing I had going on? A schoolgirl crush?
I was twenty-five, a little old for crushes. And besides, Miller wasn’t the
type of man I was attracted to. I didn’t go for the mercenary, guns-and-ammo
type. I enjoyed the company of well-read college graduates who had stable jobs
and good heads on their shoulders.
Holy crap, I
sound like a snob! A stable man with a stable job. What a joke.
I secretly
wanted the bad boy. What woman didn’t? Miller didn’t seem to have one stable
thing about him. But he smelled so good and looked beyond gorgeous standing in
my living room with his hair, mussed from running his fingers through it,
falling over his forehead.
Yeah, I was
doomed.
I trudged into
the laundry room and grabbed a broom and dustpan. When I walked back to the
living room, Miller was picking up pieces of the demolished remote.
“Don’t. It’s my
mess, and I’ll clean it up,” I said harshly.
“Fine.” He
dropped the pieces, and they clattered against the wood floor. “Suit yourself.”
He walked over and eased himself down on the chair across from the couch. “And
you’re right. You did sound like a snob, and you should find yourself a nice
stable guy and have a nice stable life, with perfectly stable kids. Bad boys
are called bad for a reason.”
I froze. “Stop
it. How are you able to do that?”
“It’s a bad-boy
thing.” He flipped on the television. “Sure wish I had a remote. I forgot how
tedious it is to channel surf without one.”
SECOND EXERPT:
The animals
snarled and clamped their large mouths over the Imbibo, jerking them away as
others pushed forward. But as soon as one Imbibo was pulled away, another took
its place, lining up, waiting for its turn. It was never going to end—the fear,
the pain. I let my legs slip from the window frame, letting them pull me out,
wanting them to finish it, stop the pain.
As I felt my
legs slip through the window, I heard a shot ring out, and then another and
another as blood and bone sliced over me. I squeezed my eyes closed to block
out the horrible scene playing out around me. The heads of the Imbibo were
blown in two with each shot. I heard someone calling my name, pulling me back
into the house, ripping the skin on the back of my legs as the dragged across
the sharp glass. I moaned in pain.
“Grab my hand,
Leslee! Leslee!”
He sounded so
far away. I wondered whether it was him pulling my legs or him shooting.
“Dammit, reach
for my hand!”
I extended my
arm toward him, my hand shaking as it searched for someone, anyone. His hand
clenched on to mine as he fought to free me from the monsters. Shots still
ringing in my ears, my head lolled to the side, and I saw Alex shooting the
Imbibo as they came toward the window. Through a red haze, I saw Miller’s face
as he jerked me roughly into the house. I fell with a grunt through the window
onto the glass-covered floor.
“Get up, Leslee,
Get up! Climb the stairs.”
I reached out
and grabbed the stairs, the glass under my palms biting into my skin as I
slowly started crawling up. The deafening sound of gunshots combined with the
growls of the men as they fought for my life, and their own. The frantic
whispering of the Imbibo mixed with their horrific screams of pain continued as
the team pushed them away from the house.
I’d pulled
myself halfway up the stairway when the lights flickered on briefly before the
room went dark a second time. Another flicker of light and then another filled
the room before the lights stayed lit.
I collapsed,
unable to pull my weight any further. I was so tired. I wasn’t even in that
much pain anymore; my body felt numb. I laid my head on the stair and closed my
eyes, feeling the room tilt to one side and then the other. I listened to my
blood dripping steadily on the wood beneath me.
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