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M.G. Hauck - Fantasy Author
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Die-hard millennial who crushes a can of Celsius every night to write between my day job and momming. Latina. #TeamTriada
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She’s not chosen. She’s trapped.

🌿THE EMERALD KINGDOM is a romantic fantasy inspired by The Wizard of Oz, where the not-chosen-one lies to her found family, takes control of her magical bond and rescues a prince.🌿

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August 6, 2025 at 4:31 AM
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Arette returns to the fencing club after five weeks away. 🤺

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The elevator groaned to a stop as the soothing, familiar rhythm of blades clinking, shoes scraping, and scoring machines beeping brought her back to herself. The smell—a unique blend of Eastern European aftershave, rust, rubber, sweat, and pine cleaner—beckoned her inside. Despite everything, it felt like home. “We’re here for you, if you need anything.” Matthew compressed the gate and motioned for Arette to exit first in some cheesy attempt at chivalry. Arette had grown sick of all the platitudes at this point. It hadn’t taken long for everyone else to move on. The meal train ran dry, the flowers all wilted, and no one outside her immediate family had called since the funeral. But sure, everyone was there for her.
July 24, 2025 at 5:06 PM
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No minor. But… miner?

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“Is he serious?” Arette asked. “They’re miners from the Duchies,” said Talan. “Here to deliver ores and make their feelings known, it seems. Pay them no mind.” “Feelings?” “The people of the Duchies are proud. There is great resentment toward Raelta.” Arette inclined her head, considering. She couldn’t blame them after what she’d learned from Sebastien. But still—her skin prickled in defense of Gaspard. The other brute joined in. “Doesn’t say much for the women here. Hope it still works when our little princess is old enough to marry!” Arette bounded for the men without a second thought, without any regard for her physical safety or the station of her company. “Open your mouth one more time. I fucking dare you,” she said, gesturing toward the men with the singlestick as she approached.
July 23, 2025 at 4:43 PM
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Arette got a boo-boo. 🩹

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She shooed those memories and silly thoughts away to focus instead on the literal task at hand, picking at the athletic tape until a small piece tore free enough for her to unravel it from around her palm and knuckles. Blood rushed back to her fingers in a tingle of pins-and- needles.
July 22, 2025 at 11:59 AM
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A mysterious disappearance… where could he be? 🧐

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The text accompanied a black-and-white photo of Henry Newton—Dottie’s brother and her son’s namesake—who had been missing for over twenty years. Several more clipped newspaper articles cluttered the tabletop, all of them about his disappearance. Dottie spoke about it often. He’d vanished when Henry Bermúdez was a baby, and though the coroner had produced a death certificate, his body had never been found. The loss had almost destroyed Dottie. She often blamed it for the dissolution of her marriage, and baby Henry never knew the uncle whose name he shared.
July 21, 2025 at 12:58 PM
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❤️‍🔥🌶️ 🌶️ ❤️‍🔥
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The layer of linen between them suddenly felt suffocating. Reaching for the hem of her nightgown, she gathered the fabric and pulled the bulk of it over her head, baring herself to him entirely. She caught his stare, the green of his eyes glinting in the sliver of moonlight spilling through the gaps in his shutters. “A goddess sent to torment me,” he murmured. And God, she knew exactly what he meant. She returned her mouth to his, pressing her breasts into his chest, and for a moment, she could only think about how close their hearts were—mere inches apart inside them. Was his beating this fast?
July 20, 2025 at 12:56 PM
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Talan plays the lute for Arette.

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He leaned forward, his black hair falling in front of his face, and when Arette searched for the green of his eyes, she found that he had closed them. Gently, slowly, an enchanting vibration traveled the space between them—reaching for her, wrapping around her, and pulling her into its current. A tender song. A wave of hopeful chords and runs that sang of youth—of discovery and wonder. Each pluck was a star’s ascent, a burst of light upon the heavens, a flash of brilliance as the music swelled into a dramatic crescendo. Then… nothing. A moment to breathe, the flicker of a candle—a single note. Its reverberation filled the breadth between it and the next lone pluck, a half-step higher, a solitary peal. A star had burned away at its brightest, leaving her with nothing but the fading resonance of its memory.
July 19, 2025 at 7:06 PM
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From Chapter One of THE EMERALD KINGDOM

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“Are you any good after all this time off? I was about to go fence the boys.” Arette tied her long, dark hair into a sleek ponytail, the strands reaching past the middle of her back. She’d grown out the cascade of wavy curls because Henry had liked it long— mermaid hair, he’d called it. But it required constant and cumbersome upkeep. Her to-do list included scheduling a haircut, penciled in right after getting the rest of her shit together. “We’ll see about that when we fence,” she said. A weak attempt at a taunt, rusty in more ways than one. Anya’s smirk widened. “Good.” Arette slipped out of her athletic slides and into her fencing knickers, her socked feet meeting chipped tile. “Give me ten minutes,” she said, her body already heating in anticipation. For the first time in weeks, a spark of her former self flashed within. Forget the cramps. Forget the grief. She intended to wipe the floor with Anya Lamianskaya—and for that, she was almost grateful.
July 18, 2025 at 3:22 PM
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Gaspard is jaded to an unhealthy degree.

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It was strange to think that the remedy for fucking torture was lip jelly, NSAIDs, and salt water, but sure. She’d go with it. “Why didn’t you fight back?” Gaspard shook his head. “For Sebastien’s true mission to succeed, no one can even suspect our dissent.” They all huffed, scoffed, and sucked their teeth. Arette’s fury threatened tears, her eyes stinging. Gaspard could command more authority than the King himself if he wanted to. She didn’t doubt he could take on the entirety of Raelta’s Javelins and win. “So, what? You just yield?” “My father is the one orchestrating this entire agreement with Vin and The Duchies. King Máel trusts him more than anyone else in Díoltas.” He winced a little as he shifted his weight. “He and Máel have to believe in their plan so strongly that they never raise their guard. I have to yield to him, Vin, and thereby Gaelle, so they never suspect that I’d rebel.” “The most honorable among us,” Sebastien said. “By far.” Gaspard scoffed. “I’d prefer to discuss something else.”
July 17, 2025 at 3:14 PM
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🌶️

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er thighs tensed instinctively as her body ignored its more sophisticated senses. Heat flared at the memory of his chiseled shoulders, firm and solid beneath her hands. Up close, his arms were larger, more imposing—arms that could so easily crush her into his chest. She rolled onto her side, drawing her knees closer, as if it might quell the itch building inside her. It was all she could do not to reach for it.
July 16, 2025 at 11:25 AM
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For every other mom out there who is beating herself up because she is choosing to chase her dream instead of doing the laundry, your children will follow your lead. You are showing them what they themselves are capable of. Keep going.

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July 15, 2025 at 6:50 PM
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Oh, Gaspard. We love our chaotic tin man.

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She lined herself up for a second shot and had to choke back a scream when Gaspard dropped onto the railing like he’d been there the whole time. “What are you doing?” he asked, perched like a fucking gargoyle. Arette clutched at her chest, her heart like a rubber ball in her ribcage. “Fucking hell, Gaspard! What are you doing here?” “I’m waiting for Sebastien. Did you think I would just go to sleep?” He’d been above her the entire time. “Why didn’t you come back?” He gestured with a little shake of his head, like she was supposed to know. “I didn’t want to… interrupt anything.” Arette caught the implication and gawked at him. “Why would we be doing anything like that while you’re off searching for Amandie’s sister? Do you think I have no self- control?” “Well, I figured it was now or never, since you only have two weeks left here, and something is clearly going on between you two.” She scoffed. How dare he? “Mind your own business.”
July 15, 2025 at 12:18 PM
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When your friend is recovering from torture, you spend the night.

From my novel, THE EMERALD KINGDOM

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But she hadn’t woken him. Instead, she’d waited until the two of them drifted into sleep before taking her place on the floor. A man like Gaspard deserved more than brutality and scarring. He deserved loyalty—friends who would see him rise again. She would not leave him alone. Talan stirred in the bed beside Gaspard, and the rumble of his low sigh suggested deep sleep. Good. He’d shouldered so much that night—the evidence still stiffened into the knit of his sweater. Sebastien had intimated that Gaspard and Talan had come a long way in their friendship, and Arette wondered how much stronger their bond might be by morning. Talan’s devotion was on full display, unflinching and absolute.
July 14, 2025 at 6:44 PM
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The road that leads to him is paved with blood and pain and death.

THE EMERALD KINGDOM
⚔️ Wizard of Oz x Princess Bride
💔 Love after loss
🫂 Found family
🖤 Who did this to him?
❤️‍🔥 Slow burn with 🌶️

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July 13, 2025 at 11:30 PM
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Her abdomen cramped again, a painful reminder to find a female teammate. To the locker room, then—time to find someone who wanted to fence more than lament her loss. Instead, she walked into the dank assembly of Victorian tile and steel cabinets to find none other than Anya Lamianskaya. Lord have mercy. Anya was, hands-down, the worst bitch she had ever met. To make matters worse, she was a gifted saber fencer—among Arette’s top rivals at the club. The statuesque, lithe, blonde, Belarusian-American beauty barely acknowledged her, nodding once in a terse greeting. “Look who finally showed up.” Anya’s accent cut as sharp as her demeanor. Wow. Just wow. “Nice to see you too, Anya. Is anyone else here?” Arette would rather bleed through her whites than ask this bitch for a tampon
July 12, 2025 at 9:18 AM
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🔥 COVER REVEAL 🔥
He’s a prince with ZERO game.
Her BF literally just died.

That’s not going to stop chaotic (and hot) Tin Man from making sure these two get together. Never mind the existential threat looming on both sides of the veil between worlds.

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July 9, 2025 at 5:21 PM
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How it started / How it’s going

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July 9, 2025 at 3:42 PM
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The found family group chat getting unhinged.

The Wizard of Oz X The Princess Bride

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July 9, 2025 at 1:50 PM
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“I just wanted to apologize,” she said as he approached. “About before, when I yelled at Ronan. I didn’t mean to undermine you or anything. Not that I think I could—I—” “Stop. It’s fine,” he said, quietly enough for only her to hear. “I just—”He placed a hand on her shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze. “Arette, you didn’t do anything wrong. You haven’t done anything wrong since you got here. And Amandie would have been hurt, maybe worse, if you hadn’t just caught that javelin. “Are you going to be punished for it? “No. He was just being Vin.” “But your sister—” “Arette. Everything is fine. Just…” he hesitated. “Just what?” “Try to be less crass in public.”
July 8, 2025 at 12:23 PM
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Matthew led the way to the elevator, which was original to the building and most
definitely passed inspection the illegal way. The accordion-style gate struggled to latch
behind them, as Arette found the black embossed stripe neatly labeling the switch for the third floor: Midtown Fencers Club.
July 7, 2025 at 10:04 PM
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I am so pleased to share my new author site! It was so much fun to make and a great way to pass the time while twelve (12!!!) #litagents consider my full manuscript. Please check it out! mghauck.com
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July 2, 2025 at 1:37 PM
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June 15, 2025 at 2:37 AM
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“Arette. Everything is fine. Just…” he hesitated.
“Just what?”
“Try to be less crass in public.”
Arette could barely hold back a quiet laugh. “I’ll try my best, Lord Captain.”
He smirked. “Not with me. I like crass girls.”
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June 11, 2025 at 2:46 AM
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Surpassed 150 followers! Trying my best with social media. Ha! Thanks for the support while I build a place to share my stories!

In honor of this milestone, I am delighted to share this gorgeous art from Vincent Sebastian! More to come!
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A photo of a prince rescuing a woman. "I will always protect you." THE EMERALD KINGDOM
June 4, 2025 at 1:20 PM
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Coming soon to a query inbox near you.

(Thank you @angie3tomatoes.bsky.social for the gorgeous template!)
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A sweeping romantic fantasy inspired by The Wonderful Wizard of Oz, where the wizard isn’t the fraud—Dorothy is. A trope-subverting, darkly humorous story of growth through grief and love after loss, featuring: court intrigue, cursed bloodlines, found family, a magical bond, and a slow-burn romance that leaves readers wondering who rescued whom.
June 4, 2025 at 2:40 AM