Please welcome Marci Baun to the StudioBlog. We’ve known Marci forever! We started working with her many moons ago at her publishing company, as artists and editor. Marci taught Em a lot, and she’ll be forever grateful for the time and effort Marci put into editor training. So, without wasting another moment, let’s dive into the interview, shall we?

Studioenp: What’s your favourite drink and why?

Marci Baun: Water. Because I’m boring. LOL Seriously, I love water.

Studioenp: Ha! Makes sense why you swim every day! We know you’re a go-get-’em kind of gal, so what’s on your bucket list?

Marci Baun: To visit Australia, go on a safari, hike to Machu Picchu, go zip lining and skydiving, go to Bali, swim with the manta rays… Yeah, basically travel the world. 🙂

Studioenp: Okay, so we knew you were adventurous, but blimey! How about food? Are you adventurous with that? If you had to eat the same meal every day, what would it be?

Marci Baun: Yogurt with homemade paleo granola and fresh fruit.

Studioenp: You know, we’ve been eating this daily, and it’s delish. We add honey and cinnamon, too. Yummers! Mind you, Em’s now got an aversion to blackberries since starting her diet. They don’t feel right when she bites into them. She imagines it’s what eating eyeballs would be like. Because it’s normal to think like that, isn’t it? Another phobia to add to the list? What’s your phobia and why?

Marci Baun: Swimming in water that I can’t see the bottom or around me. One word: Jaws. It’s not logical, and I’ve even swam with sharks, but if I can’t see, I panic.

Studioenp: Em can relate. Silly story, and a similar theme. When Em was a kid, she went swimming, and the bottom had a dark patch on it. Of course, her mind went straight to it being a killer whale—because there’s always the possibility of killer whales in swimming pools, right? Dear God…—and since then she’s been iffy about pools. Moving on! In your spare time—if you have any!—what’s the thing you do that makes you feel the most you?

Marci Baun: Swim.

Studioenp: Knew you were going to say that. Are you an extrovert or introvert?

Marci Baun: I’m a little of both. I like people…for about an hour or two, but then I’m ready to head home for some alone time.

Studioenp: We’re with you on that. Tell us one thing about yourself that not many people know.

Marci Baun: Hm… I’ve stood on Lord Berkeley’s Seat in the Scottish Highlands.

Studioenp: You came to Scotland and didn’t tell us? How rude! Or maybe that was before we met? If you ever come back to the UK, we must meet up. Or if we ever manage to get to America… Problem is, the cost. So, if money were no object, what’s the first thing you’d buy just for yourself?

Marci Baun: A cleaning service. It might benefit the rest of the family, but I’d really be doing it for me. LOL

Studioenp: LOL. See, if we lived by you, Em would clean for you. She’s taken to enjoying that task lately. Totally outrageous to enjoy it, but there you go. What’s one outrageous thing you’ve always wanted to do but haven’t had the courage?

Marci Baun: Um… Climb Half Dome because that’s just crazy.

Studioenp: (Runs to Google to appear knowledgeable…) Um, yes, that looks rather high. We imagine it’d be a rush to have got to the top, though. Probably the best feeling. What’s the best thing you’ve ever done?

Marci Baun: If you don’t include marrying my husband and having a kid, backpacking around Europe. Oh, and visiting the Great Wall of China. That was cool. 🙂 Oh, and swimming with the sharks.

Studioenp: Sharks? Oh, be still Em’s rapidly beating heart. No. No to sharks or anything in the sea. And on that note, we shall say goodbye to you for now and hope you come back soon. Thank you for joining us!

Dear readers, please revel in the glory of Marci’s excerpt. She’s awesome, don’t you know.

Blurb for Some Place to Belong:

Created by Nazi experimentation, Adelheid grew up in a remote village in the jungles of Argentina ignorant of her origins. Blonde, blue-eyed, faster and stronger than all of the children in the village set her apart from the natives.

When frightening changes take over her body and she shifts into a wolf, she and her parents must leave the village.

She fears that she will be an outcast, until she meets Friedrich. Everything in her craves him. He is her mate, but she must overcome her fear and choose him…or face a life of solitude.

This is the first in a standalone series titled Children of the Wild.

Excerpt for Some Place to Belong:

She lengthened her strides and raced past trees, jumped over vines and fallen carob and palm trees. Her legs bore her farther into the jungle, deeper than she’d ever gone. As the anger dissipated, her pace slowed to a walk and, finally, she stood still, her heavy breathing loud in the silence of the jungle. Silence? She looked around. The sounds in the jungle constantly whirred unless something was wrong. She cocked her head to the side to listen better. Not a bird squawked, no capybaras, the large rat-like rodents, rustled in the undergrowth, even the monkeys held their counsel. A light breeze tickled her nose, carrying a scent. She knew that scent. Her head jerked up, and she spun around, her gaze searching the dense underbrush. It was there. She knew it was there. She took another deep breath, her gaze following the scent.


There. Amongst the leaves, large yellow eyes stared unblinking at her. The muted coat of the jaguar camouflaged it well, but the eyes winked. Poised to run, something inside Adelheid shifted. A primal scream rent the air as her bones stretched, compressed, and refitted themselves. Scents and sounds intensified, the shadows lightened, and suddenly, her gaze was on the level with that of the jaguar’s.


Unsure of what had just happened. Her instincts told her to remain still. Adrenaline crashed through her. Her heart pounded, but she stood her ground and waited for the jaguar to make its move. Another growl issued from her, deep and menacing.


The jaguar blinked and slowly backed away.


One, two, three minutes passed, and Adelheid stared at the spot where the jaguar had crouched. Was it gone completely? She sniffed the air searching for its scent. Nothing but tree sap, plants and the ever-present damp odors greeted her. Her muscles relaxed a bit. The muggy heat pressed down upon her along with the realization that her words to her parents earlier were true: she was not human.


Mein Gott! What is happening to me?


Once again, her world tilted. This time, the nightmare she could never have imagined came to life. Different, yes. She could imagine different. But this?


Unsure of where to go, she turned and trotted back toward home, the padding on her feet creating nary a whisper. The distance, which had seemed so far when she’d raced away, disappeared quickly. Soon, the sounds of the bustling village rang in her ears. She stopped at the edge, uncertain, and watched the people she had known all of her life. What would they say now? How would they treat her? In this form, they wouldn’t know her. She didn’t know herself.


“Mama!” Miguel, Maria Sánchez’s youngest, cried. “Un perro!”


The child pointed directly at her. Adelheid tried to talk, but a pitiful yipping came out. At the sound, she froze. Maria’s eyes grew round with fear.


Madre Dios! That is not a dog, Miguel. That is a wolf. Run, Miguel, run.

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