15 July, 2012

Special Feature :: Megan's Way by Melissa Foster


*** SPECIAL FEATURE - July'12 ***
"It was inspiring, full of love and hope in what could have been a "hopeless" situation. " -- Karen B about Megan's Way on Goodreads

About the Book

What would you give up for the people you love? 
When Megan Taylor, a single mother and artist, receives the shocking news that her cancer has returned, she'll be faced with the most difficult decision she's ever had to make. She'll endure an emotional journey, questioning her own moral and ethical values, and the decisions she'd made long ago. The love she has for her daughter, Olivia, and her closest friends, will be stretched and frayed. 
Meanwhile, fourteen-year-old Olivia's world is falling apart right before her eyes, and there's nothing she can do about it. She finds herself acting in ways she cannot even begin to understand. When her internal struggles turn to dangerous behavior, her life will hang in the balance. 
Megan's closest friends are caught in a tangled web of deceit. Each must figure out how, and if, they can expose their secrets, or forever be haunted by their pasts.

Raves & Reviews

"Megan's Way by Melissa Foster is an emotionally moving book...Melissa does a great job in bringing you into the life of her characters and keeps the story rolling smoothly..." --Jeanette Stingley, Women's Literary Editor, Bella Online

"A wonderful, warm, and thought-provoking story with a touch of the paranormal. This is a deep and moving book that speaks to men as well as women, and I urge you all to put it on your reading list. " --Thomas Elliott, Book Review Editor, Mensa Bulletin

”Megan's Way" is a fine and fascinating read that many will find hope in. " --Midwest Book Review

"Megan's Way...beautiful and tender portrayals...very enjoyable read on the order of a Jodi Picoult novel. " --The Bookish Dame

Awards & Achievements

Lesser known Facts 
Melissa owns Megan’s hippie bag and the pooh bear
Peter and Cruz got married
Olivia made out with Jason behind the lighthouse but that part never made it into the book
My mother’s decision would have been the same as Megan’s

Book Trailer

Excerpt

Megan and Holly ran, weaving their way through the crowds of the carnival and hollering to hear over the thick cheer that permeated the festive evening. Two teenage boys looked them up and down as they passed. Megan yanked Holly by her arm and pulled her into a long shadow cast by the colorful lights that illuminated a rickety roller coaster. They huddled together, giggling. A moment later, the roller coaster whooshed by, sending them scampering through the mass of carnival-goers, engulfed in uncontrollable shrieks of laughter.
A small red tent with a psychedelic sign that read “Psychic Readings! See Your Future! $3!” caught Megan’s attention. She dragged Holly to the entrance, and they peered into the smoky gloom as they parted the curtain of stringed glass beads, which clinked and jingled as they were pushed to the side.
Holly pulled at Megan’s sleeve, “Let’s get out of here.”
Megan distractedly shrugged off Holly’s hand.  She was mesmerized by the rush of the unknown, spellbound by the eccentric woman sitting within the darkened tent.  A chill ran up Megan’s spine. The woman looked into her eyes and beckoned her forward. Megan reached behind her and grasped Holly’s hand, pulling her into the tent against her will. She reached into her pocket and, barely able to take her eyes from the old woman’s, fumbled to count her money and then shoved six crumpled dollar bills into a glass jar that sat on a pedestal by the entrance.
The cacophony of the rides and the crowds seemed to fall away as a hushed stillness closed in around them, save for the crackle of the flickering flames dancing on their wicks. The girls’ hands trembled. They were equally scared and excited by the mystical old woman shrouded in veils. Several bracelets clanked and dangled from her thick wrist as she motioned for them to sit around the small round table. They startled when the old woman grabbed their hands with her rough, plump fingers, then she slowly and dramatically closed her eyes.
Her hands tightened around theirs. The woman gasped a deep breath, and her body rose up and back, as if she were being pushed against the back of her chair. She held her breath, then let it out in a rush of air. Her hands fell open, releasing theirs. Her shoulders slumped forward, and her head followed.
Holly snapped her head in Megan’s direction and mouthed, “What the hell?”
The woman opened her heavily-painted eyes, which grew wide and laden with concern, and stared into Megan’s eyes. Megan felt riveted to her chair. The woman reached across the table and touched her hand, sending a jolt of energy up Megan’s arm. Megan pulled her hand away, frightened. The woman whispered to her, “Ah, High Priestess, my teen querent. She will need you, and you will know.”
Megan’s legs trembled, her heart pounded in her chest. Her breaths came in short, clipped bursts. She and Holly turned wide, scared eyes toward each other. The woman moved her vision to the space between Megan and Holly. “Three of Swords pierce a heart. Against the background of a storm, it bleeds.” She closed her eyes again, and whispered, “I see death.” Her eyes slowly opened and she squinted, as if she were watching a scene unfold of a different time and place, her eyes darting without focus.  Then seeming to recite, she intoned, “Blood or poison will come: Transformation—passage—truth.”
The girls reached for each other’s shaking hands. Holly’s eyes welled with tears, her head visibly shook. Megan remained focused on each word the old woman said, unable to turn away.
The psychic turned those same concerned eyes to Holly.  They glazed over with a look the girls could not read. Fear? Hatred? Understanding? She pointed a long, painted fingernail at Holly and hissed, “Judgment asks for the resurrection to summon the past, forgive it, and let it go.” She lowered her hand and said, “One will be released,” then quietly, under her breath, “and returned after death.”
After a moment of panicked silence, the girls stood, sending their chairs flying askew.  Then they fled, running fast and hard into the chaos of the carnival, caught in a frenzy of fear and hysterical laughter.
The psychic screamed into the night behind them. Her words trailed in their wake and echoed in Megan’s ears for days, “With this spell, I empower thee. I empower thee!”
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Giveaway
Now for the most amazing news! The Giveaway!
Ms.Foster is offering you 'Buy 2 get 1 free'. Which basically means that if you buy 2 of her books, you can get the third one for free. Just send in your receipts showing the purchase of the two books to: thinkhappygirl (at) yahoo (dot) com
Also, each week during the Special Feature, she will be giving away Signed Copy (US Only) of  Megan's Way and an Ebook (Open Internationally)!! 


Rules:
1. There's only one compulsory entry to qualify for this Giveaway. Please sign up for Melissa's Newsletter, confirm your subscription & leave us your e-mail id (in the rafflecopter entry). We will be checking.
2. If the compulsory entry is not completed properly, additional entries of that person will not count.
3.Following my blog is not an entry option here, but I would appreciate it if you do follow anyway! 
4.The signed copy is US only. So it is open to US Citizens or who can provide us with an US mailing address.
5. Ebook is open to everybody.
6. I will be selecting the winner through Random.org every Saturday and will be sending an e-mail. They have to reply with their mailing address/e-mail id within 48 hours, or I will select another winner.
7.Please do not leave your e-mail id in the comment section.




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