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.
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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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...
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.”
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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