Soulless in Seattle Launch Party!

You are invited to the official Soulless in Seattle virtual book launch party on Tuesday, September, 2014.


revised pais sis cover



The party will start at 5pm PST on the Facebook event page as well as at the Melissa L. Webb Facebook fan page and on Twitter using hashtag #SISbooklaunch.


So stop on by at any of these places on September 25th after 5pm and get the latest news on the release, sign up for giveaways, and chat with me.  I hope to see you there!


Soulless in Seattle Chapter 2- Friday Flash

Soulless in Seattle Chapter 2

By Melissa L. Webb

Downtown Seattle, Washington and the Bainbridg...

Downtown Seattle, Washington and the Bainbridge Island ferry. During the past few decades many high rises have gone up. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)


I stood behind the check-in counter of the Hotel DenMark, filing my nails with a yawn. My passion pink nail polish was chipped in several spots and I was in dire need of a manicure. I filed away, trying to give my mind something to focus on.

It was a losing battle.

I tossed the emery board on the counter behind me in disgust and glanced out onto the empty lobby. I was bored. Bored out of my little blonde head. It was a Sunday afternoon in the beginning of February and no one was checking in.

Oh, don’t get me wrong. Most of our rooms were full, but no one graced our lobby, lingering like they normally did. No one needed anything. The phones stayed silent.

For some strange reason, everything was calm and quiet, and it was driving me crazy. After all the excitement I had lived through lately, absolute nothingness was wearing me out.

Ever since Christmas, after my parents had gone home from their vacation, things had calmed down in my life. Nothing had tried to kill me. I was learning to harness all the power that flowed within me.

I was also beginning to learn when to use magic, much to my friend’s relief.

Hey, a girl summons one little God and everyone comes unglued. I just didn’t get it. It wasn’t as if I had gotten anyone killed.

Well…coming close didn’t count in my book. Either you did, or you didn’t. And I definitely didn’t.

Anyway, control was good in their eyes. I wasn’t completely out of the doghouse yet, but it was a start.

Moving to L.A. was the best decision I had ever made. I just wish I had done it sooner. But then again, the Fates always knew what they were doing. Maybe I hadn’t been ready to embrace my witchyness until then. I mean, after all, it had taken me a while before I was willing to accept that I was anything but a freak, even this late in life. And trust me, 23 was way late to find out what you really were.

No wonder why I was always trying to play catch-up with my friends. It was only natural.

I sighed as I stared at the clock. I wondered what Van and her sister were doing. I still thought it was strange she hadn’t mentioned her sister was in town. Did the clueless witch that shared her apartment embarrass her?

That thought stung as I contemplated it. But it only lasted for a second. That wasn’t who Van was. She had welcomed me with opened arms since the first day we met. She was my best friend. She’d never let my naïve actions come between us.

Something else must be going on, but what?

My boredom was put on hold as the front doors opened. The girl of the hour was back and I had a million questions I needed to ask.

She hurried to the counter, a worried look on her face.

“Is everything okay, Van?” I asked immediately, worried at the sight of the frazzled pixie. She was normally so calm and collected. The rock to my off-kilter days.

She looked at me, shadows as thick as smudges under her blue eyes. “I don’t know yet.”

“Why? Is it your sister? What happened?” I had never met any of her family, but I knew how much she loved them. It would rip her heart out if something bad had happened.

“Jenny’s worried,” Van told me quietly. “Something strange is going on with her family.”

Her sister, Jenny, lived in Seattle with her husband and son. I shivered at the thought of the child in danger. I could only imagine what Van was feeling.

“What’s going on?” I asked.

Van shrugged, the weight on her shoulders taking up far too much room. “It started at their store. Little things. Lights going on and off. Stuff moving by itself. Voices with no source.”

I frowned. Sounded like some kind of haunting. “There’s a ghost in the store?”

She nodded. “Yes, but that’s not the problem. Their store has always been haunted. No,” she told me seriously, “whatever is in the store now is scaring the ghosts.”

“Okay.” What do you do when something scares ghosts?

“It’s spreading. Things are happening at their home. They see things out of the corner of their eyes. They aren’t the only ones occupying their house now.”

She had my full attention. Someone else living in your home? That was the creepiest thing I had ever heard. “So what is it?”
“It’s never more than a fleeting darkness to Jenny and her husband. But…they think it’s appearing to their son, Mackenzie. They hear him talking to someone at night.” She sighed, leaning wearily on the counter. “He’s changed. Jenny says he’s not the same bright, inquisitive 10-year-old he used to be. He’s become sullen, withdrawn.”

Mmm, sounded like a teenage thing to me, but 10 years was a little young to start, especially if he came from a good home. And if Jenny was anything like her sister, it was one of the best.

“My sister is hoping Mac will talk to me. He’s always loved his Auntie Evangeline. He used to talk to me for hours about nothing just because he could. Maybe he’d be more open with me now.”

I looked around us, half expecting her sister’s family to be right there. “So, when do you get to talk to him? Is he in town, too?”

She shook her head. “That’s the thing. She wants me to come to Seattle. Talk to Mac in his own surroundings.”

Wow. It looked like Van was headed north for a few days. “When do you leave?”

“She wants me to come as soon as possible. Jenny’s afraid to wait any longer.”

That made sense. When something was wrong with your child, help couldn’t come soon enough. “I suppose you’re leaving with her today.’

“No. She’s already gone. A Djinn who owed her a favor popped her here and back. She wanted to talk to me in person, but needs to be there when Mackenzie comes home from school. She…” Van stopped, staring down at the counter. “She doesn’t want him to know how serious she and James are taking this.”

Hmmm. Was Van’s sister afraid of her own son? What was going on in the Emerald City? “Well, I guess this means a road trip is in your and Danny’s future.”

Van shook her head. “The high school is testing this week. Danny can’t leave his classes,” she told me, a sigh coating her words. “I’m going to fly up there alone. It’s the simplest way to go.”

Van’s hesitation filled the air. That was the last thing she wanted to do, and I couldn’t say I blamed her. Taking a journey alone, no matter what waits at the end, is always a daunting task.

As I stood there, taking in Van’s despair, an idea suddenly started to take form. I knew I still needed to find a way to repay Van for everything she’d done for me.

Like a miracle, she had risen up out of nowhere to help steady me in my time of need. I wanted to do the same for her.

I was going to go with her.

But forget the airplane. Flying was so passé. We would do it in style. An adventure worthy of a witch and a pixie.

“Van,” I said, holding back a squeal. “I’m coming with you. That is, if I can have the time off work.”

She looked at me, the gears in her head turning. “Are you sure? It’s just going to be a lot of boring family time. Nothing too exciting for the great Maxie Duncan.”

“Oh, come on,” I told her. “I don’t have any siblings. I’d love to experience some Auntie time. Even if it’s only vicariously.”

“Okay,” she said with a smile. “I’ll go book our flights. You don’t mind if we leave tomorrow morning, do you?” She turned around, no doubt headed for her office.

“Wait,” I called, practically bubbling over from the anticipation. “We’ll take my convertible. It’ll be fun.”

Van stopped, turning back around, a smile haunting her lips. “It would only be a three day drive,” she said, thinking it over. “Three days wouldn’t make a whole lot of difference.”

My face lit up as the smile I was holding back came out to play. “It’ll be an adventure. You and me on the open road. Some quality BFF time as we Thelma and Louise it up the coast.”

“Deal,” she said, the smile now full fledged. “Just as long as you don’t drive us off any cliffs.”

“You have my word.”

“I’ll hold you to that,” she teased as she walked away, no doubt to preplan our trip. That was Van for you.
I shuffled through the paperwork behind me. It had been a long winter and I was ready for a vacation. True, this would be nothing like a tropical paradise getaway, but a vacation was still a vacation.

Who knew working 9 to 5 could lead to cabin fever?

I couldn’t wait to go home and start packing. I just needed to take a short trip down town first. After all, a girl needed to stock up on essentials before hitting the open road.

This would be my first time seeing the West Coast in all its glory. It would be like one of those coming-of-age movies where the girl discovers everything about herself while seeing the sights.

It was going to be awesome.

Coastal highways, best friend bonding, and tacky souvenirs. This was going to be the road trip of a lifetime.

After all, when a witch hits the road, adventure’s sure to follow. Right?


© 2013 Melissa L. Webb

A Very Maxie Christmas

The next Maxie Duncan tale is now available!


new maxie christmas cover



It’s Christmas time for L.A.’s newest witch, but all Maxie wants to do is Bah Humbug her way through it. This will be her first Christmas without her parents and her friends have been called away. She thinks it’s a blue, blue holiday until things get worst.

Katelyn, one of the Hotel DenMark maids, was just dumped by her fiancé on Christmas Eve. She’s a sobbing mess and Maxie knows how it feels. After all, her fiancé broke up with her in a restaurant.

Maxie decides it might be time to meddle again. She’s got a few spells up her sleeve to insure Katelyn gets her man back. After all, there’s no point in both of them being miserable for Christmas.


Buy it now at Amazon.

Bewitching Halloween Ebook Treats!

Life’s a Witch and so are we!                                                                           

There’s a chill in the air.  Time to curl up with a good witch-themed book.  Or how about 45 of them?

Check out the Halloween Witchy ebook promotion.  It will run from October 30th to November 1.  There are plenty of deeply discounted books as well as some free treasures.  You can find a complete list of treats offered at Witchy Ebooks.

Bell, Book, and Sandals and It’s Not The Great Pumpkin, Maxie Duncan are both on the list.  Catch Maxie Duncan in all her witchy glory in book 1 and 1.5.  For the first time ever, Bell, Book and Sandals is only 99 cents.  And the brand new Halloween novelette, It’s Not The Great Pumpkin, Maxie Duncan, is FREE!

Here is an excerpt from the press release:

Horror Authors Bewitch Readers With Halloween Ebook Sale

More than thirty horror authors announced today that they are coming together this Halloween to offer book lovers a bewitching deal on almost fifty witch-themed ebooks on October 30, 31, and November 1, 2012.  Bargain hunting readers will find that a spell has been cast, magically lowering sale prices, which will range from free to $2.99 with the majority of ebooks being sold for 99 cents.  The complete list of participating authors as well as  their books and short stories featuring witches, warlocks, and other seasonally appropriate creatures is available at and includes links to the ebooks on retail sites.  

Although their ebooks share a similar witchy theme, the cauldron-stirring group of authors has approached the subject many different ways, from frightening to fun and from historical to hysterical.  Some authors crossed genres, mixing romantic comedy with their witchcraft while others stuck to traditional hard core horror featuring evil witches.  Assorted demons, vampires, ghosts, and zombies appear in various books as well.

If all of this isn’t enough of a treat, there’s also a giveaway with two, count them, two $45 Amazon gift cards!  How sweet is that!

So, stop on by and check it out.  There’s something there for the witch in all of us.

She’s Back…

Maxie Duncan is back in her brand new Halloween  novelette.

It’s Not The Great Pumpkin, Maxie Duncan




Buy it now at Amazon!

Maxie’s Back!

Here it is as promised!  Here is the cover for the new Maxie Duncan Halloween novelette.



So what do you think?  I hope you like it.   It will be available to buy on Amazon at the beginning of next week.

Where Do You Get Your Ideas- Friday Flash

This was a guest blog post that I wrote but it didn’t end up being used.  I thought I’d share it with you anyway.


Line art representation of a Quill

Line art representation of a Quill (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

By Melissa L. Webb

Where do you get your ideas?
This question makes me cringe every time I hear it. Not because I tire of readers asking questions, because I don’t. I can’t. Readers are the lifeblood of what I do. There is nothing better than interacting with them and sharing a little glimpse into my world.

What makes this question so cringe-worthy is the fact I don’t have an answer, and that bothers me. I wish I did. How great it would be if I could actually say there was a giant idea well in my backyard where I spend every evening fishing for the biggest and brightest ideas.

But, alas, I am from the real world and nothing is that easy.

When it comes down to the heart of it, the truth is I don’t know where ideas come from.

I view writers as part archaeologists, part schizophrenics, and part gods. A scary combination if you think about it. Sometimes we see something which sparks a thought in our minds, and then we poke, scrape, and dig at it, never giving up until the earth falls away and leaves us with a glimpse of a world different than ours. A world we want to know more about.

Other times a voice creeps into our brain. It whispers and it cajoles, willing us to see them as something real; as someone alive and breathing. Someone we must listen to because they have a story to tell and we are the only ones equipped to share it with the world.Writers end up listening because, to not, would surely mean madness.

Or more madness than we currently own.

There are some nights we spring up in bed, awakened from a deep slumber with a thought clearly formed in our minds. We scramble out of bed, blindly reaching for a pen and paper, because if we don’t get it down right then, it will evaporate by morning, disappearing back to the dreamland it came from.

And sometimes thoughts will come from nowhere. Usually when we least expect them. They pop up, and for that moment, take our breath away. It’s perfect even though we didn’t even know we were looking for them in the first place.

I have gotten ideas for book all of these ways. I don’t know where they came from originally, and I suspect I probably never will. I’m only a scribe in this game of words. As long as someone keeps whispering in my ear, I’ll keep writing.

© 2012 Melissa L. Webb

Bewitching Book Tour: Last Stop!


So, the last day of my tour is here.  I want to say thank you to everyone involved.  It’s been a blast.

And thank you to those of you who have followed me along the way.  It is for you, readers, that I write.


Here is the last stop.  It’s a book promo and review at Book, Books, and More Books.



Thank you again!   Later today I will post the cover for the new Maxie Duncan Halloween novelette.  It will go on sale next week. 🙂


Bewitching Book Tour: Day 7


Two more stops today.


A guest post at Curling Up By The Fire:


Book Promo and Review:


Bewitching Book Tour: Day 6




Day 6 is here.  I have two stops today.


A guest blog post and review at Crazy For Books.


And a book promo at Sapphyria”s Reviews.



Stop by and check them out.