Marti Melville is an American novelist and screenwriter known for her debut novel series, The Deja Vu Chronicles.
Her third book in the series is due to be released in 2015. The Déjà vu Chronicles has been written for feature film production and a major studio based in Hollywood is currently considering the screenplays. With the fourth book in The Déjà vu Chronicles currently in development, Marti has expanded her writing to include screenwriting, ghostwriting and editing.
She is owner of Midnight Omen Productions, LLC, an entertainment company dedicated to promoting excellence in entertainment through the production of quality screenplay, poetry and novels. She is currently co-writing a medical thriller due to be released in early 2016.
Marti continues to write novels, introducing the idea of fictional probability linked to historical events. Before Marti found her true calling as a successful author, she had long established her career in the medical field, specializing in Emergency and Trauma nursing.
Marti spent several years working between Utah and California in various ER's, as a Mobile Intensive Care Nurse and medical personnel for the 2002 Winter Olympics, all the while raising her five children as a single mother. She has a background in dance, music and acting as well. Marti currently resides in Southern California and is actively involved in several charitable organization for more about these organizations she holds dear to her.
"Because everyone should experience love in the Caribbean...at least once in a lifetime.”
-Marti Melville (Quoted by: Cornell Univ, Historically Best Quotes)
"When the vision fills your brain and passion hits your gut, the need to write it down cannot be stifled".
- Marti Melville
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Moon The moon is chief over the night darkness, rest, death, and the waters."(Jan Baptista van Helmont, 1579-1644) the Deja vu Chronicles
Gristle and Bone Evidence that this would be his last act of mercy was clear, as he obviously expected her to finish the job as the ship’s healer. The other men had withdrawn, wide-eyed and terrified. Gristle and bone splintered and cracked, shooting missiles through the air that landed in the widening pool
Ye Be Known Witch… “Ye be known, witch,” it hissed and a soggy chuckle spewed then faded as the voice grew distant. Echoes of the sea crashing against the sand in full tide melted into the frothy laughter. The light flickered and she caught sight of a man standing where her car had been.