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AGE: 36
LAST LOGIN: June 03

Marguerite has been writing since the age of ten when she wrote a Halloween story for a class anthology and loved the praise she received from her tale. She picked up her first romance novel after she met her husband, who taught her that true love does exist, and fell in love with the genre. She lives in Ohio with her husband, a sneaky little kitten, an older loveable cat, and a smart little son.  Published in e-book format, Marguerite is an active member of EPIC and a critique group. She loves helping fellow authors find their way to thier own publication contract.

Visit Marguerite at http://www.ohioromance.net

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Chapter Three Adrian and another tall teenage dhampir with brown hair hanging over his eyes were the first two to charge at the beast. The giant wolf-bat creature howled and pushed both of them aside as if they were a couple of rag dolls. Drool dripped from the creature’s fangs as it rushed toward me. Dia unsheathed a sword she had strapped around her waist and handed the weapon to me. “You’ll need this more than I shall,” she said as we ran. “Thanks. I just wish I k-knew …” No not now. Why d...
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Chapter Two In a matter of seconds, we stood on a sidewalk in front of a busy city street. What city we were in, I didn’t know. It may have been downtown Cleveland because a blue sign on a street corner read Superior. But why the building, which would have looked like a studio or training center of some sort except for the strange sign on it, was located in downtown Cleveland I guess I’ll never know. “Adrian, why are we standing in front of a training center for dhampirs?” “What?” Adrian grab...
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Chapter One How does a fifteen-year-old boy go from geek to vampire slayer in less than a year? I don’t know, but I’m trying to figure it all out. Other than the wooden stakes made from the finest Hawthorne branches, vials of holy water, and hand weights in the corner, my room still looks the same. Still have my laptop and computer on the desk next to my bed. Comic books and graphic novels are neatly arranged in alphabetical order on the bookshelf. I glance in the mirror. Although my arms don...
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Very nice and eloquent.
Love the imagery in this poem. Very dramatic and highly publishable ;-)
Poetry / Sold Out
Dark, but I loved it because I think we all feel as if we've sold out at times. Great work!
Sci Fi & Fantasy / Untitled, chapter 1
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Children's / The Music of Birds
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Sci Fi & Fantasy / When Happiness Falls
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