Series: Judgement of the Six #2
Genre: NA Paranormal Romance
Publication date: April 30th 2013
Our world is being judged and even they remain unaware.
Michelle, another young woman with an unexplainable gift, finds herself surrounded by the previously undiscovered werewolf society. Kept prisoner for the predictions that torment her, she meekly follows orders waiting for her opportunity to run. When her stepfather dies, she takes a chance and escapes.
After witnessing Blake, her captor, grow canines, she knows he will do anything to find her. She needs a place to hide and someone to listen to her predictions so her head doesn’t explode, but knows there’s nowhere she can hide forever, and no one who can protect her… unless she can find someone just like him.
Part of the fur wearing faction wants to use her, another part strives to keep her safe. The second book of the Judgement of the Six series will raise more questions about the purpose of these gifted few and Michelle will need to fight for answers. Will what she discovers be enough to help her keep those she loves safe from an emerging evil?
Steady pounding woke me. I groaned and pulled the pillow over my head. It didn’t block out the pounding.
“Mimi,” Liam said shaking my shoulder. “Someone’s at the door. I think it’s Uncle Jim.”
Uncle Jim? What? I threw my pillow off my head, lifted its weight from the mattress, and struggled to focus on Liam’s face.
Last night came back in a rush and I groaned aloud, letting my head fall back down.
“Should I get the door?” Liam insisted quietly, shaking my shoulder.
Worst. Sister. Ever. I pulled my hung-over butt from bed and looked at Aden who still slept on my other side. Stumbling into the kitchen, I checked the clock. Six am. I was going to kill Jim.
I yanked open the door with a scowl and glared not at Jim, but Emmitt. In one hand, he offered two coated pills, in the other, a glass of water. He elevator-eyed me with a slight quirk on his lips. I took both without comment and swallowed them.
“I heard Liam moving around and wanted to know if he’d like to come down for pancakes,” he offered in a warm, soft voice that melted my middle.
The melting brought back the memory of last night’s question and answer session following Emmitt’s big reveal and I cringed.
Emmitt: “If you’re not worried about David, who are you worried about?”
Me: “Can I sleep in your shirt tonight?”
Emmitt: “Why did David keep you locked away?”
Me: “Blake told him to. I really liked when you kissed my neck even though I tried not to.”
Notable pause in questioning….
Emmitt: “Who’s Blake?”
Me: “I like you without a shirt. A lot.” Long pause. “I think I’m going to be sick.”
It could have been worse.
“I’m never drinking again,” I whispered to myself.
Emmitt grinned. “I like your pajamas.”
I looked down at myself. I wore his t-shirt. Damn.
About this Author:
Melissa Haag currently resides in Wisconsin with her husband and three children. Touch is her first published novel. She is currently working on book three of a separate five book series. To learn more about her upcoming projects, visit her at: