C.M Michaels grew up in a small town in northern Michigan as the youngest child of a close-knit family of seven. He met his wife, Teresa, while attending Saginaw Valley State University. Together they’ve provided a loving home for several four-legged “kids”, including Sophie, their eternally young at heart, hopelessly spoiled Spaniel.
He has always enjoyed writing, and still has fond memories of reading his first book, a children’s novella, to local grade schools when he was 14. Dangerous Waters, the first book in the Sisters in Blood series, is being published by Freya’s Bower on September 5th, 2013. C.M. is currently working on the second book in the Sisters in Blood series along with a Fantasy romance.
When he’s not writing, C.M. can be found curled up with a good book, watching movies or hitting the hiking trails with his wife. An avid reader since discovering Jim Kjelgaard novels in early childhood, his favorite authors include Kelley Armstrong, Peter V. Brett, Richelle Mead, Rachel Caine, Cassandra Claire, J.R. Ward, Laini Taylor and Tessa Dawn.
C.M. currently resides in Louisville, Kentucky.
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What are four things you can’t live without?
Setting aside loved ones (since that’s too obvious), I would say delicious Italian food, an endless supply of great books to read, all forms of chocolate, and weekly trips to the movies.
What is your favorite television show?
Not counting pay channels I’d have to say Big Bang Theory followed closely by The Middle. I love to laugh and both of the shows are hilarious. On pay channels (specifically HBO) my wife and I are eagerly waiting the upcoming season of Game of Thrones.
What is something you’ve lied about?
I recently told my mom that my brother and I used to climb out of our second story bedroom window on those rare occasions when she sent us to our room. So while she thought we were learning the lessons our confinement was supposed to teach us, we were actually out in the yard playing. We’ve reached that magical age where parents can laugh with their kids about such things.
Who is the last person you hugged?
My wife earlier this morning. Even after seventeen years of marriage we hug and kiss a lot, so that answer would seldom change.
What is the story of your first kiss?
I met Teresa in a marketing class at college during my junior year. After being placed in the same group for our class project we spent a few weeks exchanging lighthearted banter and making each other laugh before I got up the nerve to ask her out. Our first date was a bit of a train wreck. Teresa hated the movie (A few Good Men), and I had just gotten a God awful haircut that I tried to cover up with a baseball hat even during dinner at Olive Garden. Even so, we managed to have a good time and discovered we had a lot of similar interests, including our love of dogs. Unfortunately our first date ended without a lip lock of any kind, due mainly to my shyness, but that was quickly rectified on date #2. After an entertaining game of pool (in which I was soundly beaten) I finally mustered my courage and kissed her. She made quite the impression, as I recall thinking to myself on the ride back to my apartment that night that I was going to marry her someday.
For Emily Waters, a nature-loving, small-town girl with an overprotective father, heading off to Boston University to study conservation biology is a dream come true—until a chance encounter catapults her into a mythical world she’d do anything to escape.
The latest victim in a rash of abductions near campus, Emily is brutally attacked before being rescued by a powerful new friend. She survives the ordeal, only to find herself held captive and presented with an impossible choice. While preparing for the unimaginable life she must now embrace clues soon emerge that Emily may not be entirely human, and her physical transformation awakens goddess-like powers that her new family cannot begin to explain. Dealing with her human first love, the not-so-platonic relationship with her coven “sister,” and her new vampire sort-of-boyfriend further complicates matters, not to mention being secretly hunted by the psychopaths who attacked her. And as the only known offspring of a once all-powerful race, the climactic battle is only the beginning of her journey.
“All rise!” the bailiff bellowed out through the hall. “This court is now in session. The honorable global court inquisitor O’Callaghan presiding.”
An imposing figure with short, golden locks entered from behind the bailiff, motioning for people to take their seats. He gathered his floor-length white and purple robes in his left hand, made his way over to the furthest prisoner and yanked the hood from her head.
“So this is the all-powerful Sienna,” the inquisitor mocked, squeezing the bound woman’s cheeks with his hand. “How disappointing.”
Her once beautiful face was disfigured by several charred-black electrical burns. Blood and pus oozed out of the open wounds. The pungent salve packed into her broken nose made her eyes tear up and prevented her from smelling anything.
“Do you have anything you wish to say in your defense before I render my verdict?” the inquisitor asked, deactivating the device around her throat so she could speak.
“This will never work—she knows her life is far more important than mine.”
“It’s possible she’d let you die,” he acknowledged. “But both of her parents, her mate and her best friend? No, I think that’s far too much to expect her to endure. Sooner or later she’ll come, and the world will celebrate her execution.”
Sienna snapped to attention, her green eyes widening in horror at the news of who else had been captured. “You have no idea what you’ve done—everyone in this building’s going to die.”
The crowd erupted at her outburst, and the inquisitor held up his hand to silence them. “And how exactly is your precious queen going to manage that? She’ll be welcomed to our fair city by twenty thousand volts from the first alarm she trips. Not enough to kill your kind, but plenty to leave her unconscious until—”
“Sir, a perimeter alarm’s been triggered just outside the north gate,” a soldier interrupted from the gallery.
He wheeled on the man in a fit of anger. “Interrupt me again, and I’ll disembowel you! People have been jumping the fence all day—contact the guards at the gate and have them check it out.”
“We tried sir. Calls have been placed to the guard desk, the three closest perimeter sweep teams and the north tactical unit—they’re not responding.”
“Who’s not responding, you imbecile!”
“Any of them.”
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