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Annette McCleave is our guest blogger during the week of August 31st. If you have any questions for Annette McCleave, add a comment to any of her posts. Here is some more information about Drawn Into Darkness:A Soul Gatherer Novel:

Serving a five-hundred-year sentence as a Soul Gatherer—one who battles demons for the souls of the dead—Lachlan MacGregor keeps his distance from humans. That is, until the lovely Rachel Lewis knocks on his door, begging for help. 

As they struggle to rescue her daughter from the clutches of a powerful demon, Lachlan finds himself increasingly drawn to the artistic single mother. But when Death assigns him an unbearable task, he’s left wondering who will provide more for his soul. 

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I owe the idea for this book to the confluence of two events: I joined Facebook in April last year, and my son was born in May. New moms are perfect prey for Facebook's seductive vortex of time drainage. We're up at all hours, we're often tethered to our couches holding a baby and/or laptop, and Facebook doesn't require us to do much short of writing status updates, which in the first months of motherhood are mostly things like "Sarah ate in a RESTAURANT."

I'd had grand plans for my maternity leave to work on--yes, I was that naïve--a novel. But two months in, all I could muster was Nick at Nite and looking at Facebook a lot, trying not to do anything noticeable that would time-stamp me at 3:21 A.M. I became fascinated with the Facebook news feed-that bastion, at least then, of new friendships, group-joinings and newly--announced fandom--but mostly in what people decided to write in their status updates. I noticed some people would overshare, saying things you wouldn't think they'd want 250 of their closest "friends" to know. Combine that with English-major baggage and the creative juices that flow when one can recall seeing every sunrise in recent memory, and one night I began to wonder: what's the strangest thing you could reveal in a status update? I thought about what Ophelia would write when she began to lose her mind. Something nonsensical about flowers? And soon, in the dark, I had notes for "Hamlet's" news feed: "The king poked the queen," "The queen poked the king," "Hamlet became a fan of Daggers."