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Lost by M. Lathan Release Day Blitz and GIVEAWAY!!!!

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Three months ago, Christine Grant found herself, her love, and impossible friends, while losing the memories of the biggest piece of her past.

Now, her powers are spinning out of control and must be tamed by the woman who saved the world, the same woman Christine is predicted to kill in less than a month.

Wanting to punish catty girls was just the beginning. It’s only a matter of time before she discovers that the world is not as safe from her as she hoped it was.


Book 1 in the Hidden Series

Author Bio

M. Lathan lives in San Antonio with her husband and mini-schnauzer. She enjoys writing and has a B.S. in Psych and a Masters in Counseling. Her passion is a blend of her two interests – creating new worlds and stocking them with crazy people. She enjoys reading anything with interesting characters and writing in front of a window while asking rhetorical questions … like her idol Carrie Bradshaw.
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Author Interview

1. Tell us about your latest release.


In Book One, Christine/Leah learned and forgot a lot about herself. In book two, she has to learn to control her powers while her mysterious past continues to unfold … all while she is predicted to kill her new idol, Lydia Shaw. Wish her luck. It was a fun and exciting story to write. I love to see characters develop and Christine definitely does a lot of growing in this book. I hope you guys enjoy it!

2. What do you think you’re really good at?


This is lame, but clean well. My mother would tell me that as a child when no one wanted to their chores. She’d say, “No one washes dishes like you. Or no one dusts like you.” Eventually, I became a master at it. I am also a vicious Monopoly player. When the rules are thrown out of the window, I will win. Every single time.
3. What do you think you’re really bad at?


So many things! Mostly, I am the worst singer of all time. The problem is, I always have a song in my heart. And I swear I’m on the right key and my husband will beg me to stop singing. My favorite song to belt out is Falling by Florence and the Machine. The o-o-o-o-o part is my favorite and I butcher it every time.


 4. Do you have any tattoos?  Where? When did you get it/them? Where are they on your body?


Yes. I have four stars on my ankle. I got the first one when I was twenty with my best friend. A few months later, I went with my sorority sisters who thought having one star on your ankle was stupid. I had this huge design drawn up with swirls and clouds. I made it to three more stars before I ran out of the chair. It hurt so bad! I couldn’t finish and it is still not finished!
5. Is your life anything like it was two years ago?


No. Everything is different. I live in a different state, have a real job, got married, and got a guardian angel. Change is tough, but I’m adapting well.

6. Have you ever had an imaginary friend?

TONS! That was my thing as a child. And I remember them all. My favorite was a purple blob named Ubby. My mom made every one play along . I kind of miss ‘ole Ubby.
7. Do you have any phobias?

Yes. First, let me say I am easily startled so everything scares me. But I am seriously claustrophobic and I hate large crowds. I make one exception because I’m from Louisiana. Mardi Gras.

8. Any weird things you do when you’re alone?

So many. At some point of every day, I do the robot. Without fail. Or when I walk into a public bathroom and I’m alone, I usually do something odd in the mirror like a dance or a karate move. If someone comes in, I walk off and pretend to be a normal human.

9. What is your favorite quote and why?

Life is a song – sing it. Life is a game – play it. Life is a challenge – meet it. Life is a dream – realize it. Life is a sacrifice – offer it. Life is love – enjoy it.

Sai Baba

I like it because it’s simple and true. Life is not one thing, it’s several, and it takes action to actually enjoy it. You can’t sit back and watch it happen. It’s why I finally stopped writing for myself and decided to put my words out there.
10. Which mythological creature are you most like?


My favorite creature is the Unicorn, no question. I don’t know if I am like it, other than that I do feel odd and like a rare breed sometimes. Mostly, I’m just strange, not really special in any cool way. So my final answer is a strange and uncool unicorn.
11. What are four things you can’t live without?


Phone. Laptop. Wireless. Kindle Mobile App. There are many more, but I’ve gone a day without these things, and trust me, it wasn’t pretty.

12. What is your favorite television show?

Sex and the City! No question. I have every season!
13. What is the story of your first kiss?

Oh, God. Okay. 7th grade. Ms. Calvary’s English. Truth or Dare game. I took the dare and kissed a boy in the back of class as she was teaching. Not my brightest moment.

14. What kind of music you like?

Everything.  My itunes shuffle is so confused. One song could be Florence and the Machine, then Jeff Buckley, then Lil Wayne, then Ke$ha. If I can sing or rap along, I’m going to love it.
15. Do you like to dance?

Love to. Now, the question is, do other people like to see me dance. You’d have to ask them. To me, it doesn’t matter what it looks like, as long as you’re having fun.

16. Can you describe your dream home?

Easy. The main home in Book One. Classic Louisiana. Wood floors, ceiling fans, claw tubs, haunting noises. I picture this home with vines growing on the bricks outside, like it’s becoming a part of the lawn.
17. If you could be any character, from any literary work, who would you choose to be? Why?

Juliet. To be the symbol of love would be nuts. To me, most characters are based off of her in many books out there. I’d want to be the original love-struck girl.

18. What is the first curse word that comes to mind?  How often and why do you use it?

F-bomb. And a lot. It saves so much time when you think about it. Those four letters mean so many different things such as “Where are my keys? Why did the dog pee on the carpet? When will this traffic clear up?” It’s really efficient to only have to say one word to define so many different feelings.
19. What is your least favorite word?

Ambulance. I can’t say it fast. I typically have to say emergency vehicle so I don’t sound like an idiot. For some reason, I want to put a P in that word that isn’t there.
20. What part of the writing process do you dread?

That part when you want to throw the computer at the wall. Mostly, editing and seeing how blind I am to too/to, there/their, and of/off errors. Then the part after I find those errors and delete the entire scene, add a new one, only to have those errors reincarnate themselves.
21. What is your favorite Joke?

Two muffins are in an oven. One muffin says, “it sure is hot in here.” The other muffin turns around slowly with terror in his eyes and says, “Ah! A talking muffin!”

I die laughing every time I think about that.

22. Where do you get your best ideas?

It’s weird, but I feel stories when I’m in a certain setting. Like if I go to an old house, I may think about the kind of person that lives there, their voice, their secrets and lies. I got the idea for Hidden in BIO lab in college years ago. The classroom made me want to write about a girl in one.

23. What are you working on right now?

Book Three of the Hidden Series, Shattered. It is dual POV Nate and Chris and my favorite so far. I am also working on character shorts and extras from other characters from Hidden that will be released on my website.

“What are you doing out here?”

I took another drag off the cigarette, exhaling slowly. Flicking the ashes away, I glanced over at Michael. The night was too dark to make out little more than his profile but he was close enough I could see the tic in his jaw. “Couldn’t sleep.”

“It’s too dangerous for you to wander off alone.” A metallic scraping sound was followed by a brief flash of flame as Michael lit the tip of a cigar. The woodsy scent drifted toward me, more subtle than the spruce and pine surrounding camp. “The cold probably isn’t helping your wrist, either.”

Against my will I clenched my right hand, biting my lip at the sharp pain that shot up my arm. “I doubt it’s hurting it, either.”

“Raphael tells me you’re not taking care of the injury.” He paused, silence settling between us for a long moment. “From what he gathers during your conversations.”

“We don’t have a lot to say to each other right now.” I’d lost my taste for the cigarette two or three puffs ago but I inhaled another lungful of tobacco anyway. Now was as good a time as any to develop a bad habit or two. “How’s Lawerence doing?”

“He’s healing. Slowly, painfully, but still….” Michael trailed off, coughing once before speaking again. “He’s doing better than Danielle.”

I nodded, swallowing the lump in my throat. There’d been no change in Danielle’s condition in the six weeks we’d been camped on East Gros Ventre Butte. Raphael said she could wake up tomorrow or next week, next month, next year—or never. Whatever was wrong with her was supernatural in origin, something he couldn’t repair.

I took one last, long drag from the cigarette, stubbing it out on a nearby rock. Shoving the butt in my pocket, I cleared my throat. “Angus is getting better at using his left hand. For fighting, anyway. He says he still has problems undoing his pants.”

“I wondered why he’d taken to wearing kilts again.” Michael chuckled, the sound trailing off on a heavy sigh. “I thought for sure I’d seen the last of his scrawny chicken legs.”

Laughter welled up inside me, spilling out before I could catch myself. I laughed until I couldn’t breathe, tears streaming down my face. Finally, I sat down, rocking slightly as I tried to gain some semblance of control. “Oh, God. He does have the skinniest legs I’ve ever seen on a man.”

Michael sat down next to me, shaking his head and chuckling again. “It’s okay to laugh, Joanne. You don’t need to take the responsibility for everything upon yourself.”

“Don’t I?” I shifted until I could stare down at Jackson, still lit up like Christmas despite the lateness of the hour. “If I’d been just a little stronger, a little less vulnerable and neurotic, Raphael would have told me your suspicions. We would have been able to convince Christopher to not launch an offensive.” I scrubbed away tears, old ones of laughter and new ones of grief. “People wouldn’t have died.”

“Or Gina would have tipped off George and his forces and he would have brought more people and you would have died.”

“Do you ever wonder if maybe that wasn’t the larger plan all along, if that wasn’t what the Power That Is wants?” I scribbled my nails on the mossy ground, refusing to meet what I knew would be an accusing stare. “After all, how many times have we almost died in the past two years? We must be setting some kind of record.”

“Not even close.” He pinched the end of his cigar, snuffing out the fiery tip. “Are you familiar with the story of Job?”

“I grew up going to a Southern Baptist church.”

“Then you should remember that God, the Power That Is, whoever you decide is in charge of everything, may allow things to happen but by no means does He want them to happen.” Michael’s hand closed over mine, halting my frantic movements. “You are His most prized creation, more so than any creature in Heaven. If He could, He would spare you every hurt, no matter how minor it might be considered.”

I looked up to study his face, solemn and yet somehow earnest. Something passed between us, something electric and wild and… right. I swallowed, forcing out a laugh to break the tension. “I guess if you’re comforting me you’ve decided you like me a little bit.”

“You’re not as annoying and pompous and self-righteous as I once believed you were.” He smiled, squeezing my hand once before letting go. “I suppose if you’re listening and not flying off at the handle you’ve decided I’m not as horrible as you believed.”

“Maybe.” I turned my attention back to Jackson, my lips curving in a half smile. “Maybe you’re catching me in a moment of weakness and confusion and I’ll come to my senses in the morning.”

“I wouldn’t put it past you.” He stretched out on his back, resting his head on his clasped hands. “Although since morning is only a few hours away, you might want to get started on disliking me again.”

“In a minute.” I laid back and closed my eyes. “I think I’ll get an hour or so of sleep first.”

“Here.” Rustling motions were followed by the feeling of being enveloped in a small cocoon of warmth. “It’s always darkest and coldest before the dawn.”

I snuggled down under Michael’s coat, yawning wide enough my jaw cracked. “Literally or metaphorically?”


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