GCC: Melanie Lynne Hauser

Those of you who have been waiting to grab a copy of Confessions of a Super Mom until it was available in paperback are in luck, because it’s out!

– Publishers Weekly

Birdie Lee is an average hard-working single mother of two teenagers, PTA lackey, and mild-mannered grocery clerk at the local Marvel Fine Foods and Beverages. One morning, while getting ready for work, Birdie is sidetracked by a stubborn Stain of Unusual Origin on her bathroom floor. Unable to let the stain get the best of her, she tries to annihilate it with every household product she can find – to no avail. Angry, hot, light-headed (and forgetting to turn on the exhaust fan), she makes one final desperate attempt to eradicate this vile, dastardly stain: she loads her Swiffer Wet Jet with every household cleanser she owns, aims, and fires…passes out.

When she awakes, life, as she knew it, will never be the same again. Suddenly endowed with super powers, Birdie – aka Super Mom – must learn to use the powers to save her town from an evil villian, while juggling teenagers, a smug ex-husband, a troubled friendship and the possibility of a second chance at love. Will she manage it? Will she battle the evil villian with one hand and patch up her teenaged daughter’s broken heart with the other? And most importantly – will she ever manage to fight crime while wearing high heels? Read CONFESSIONS OF SUPER MOM to find out!

Melanie Lynne Hauser is a woman with an awesome sense of humor. Come on… how many people do you know who would pose for this publicity photo?

Her book has been optioned for a movie, and is soon to be followed up by the sequel, Super Mom Saves the World.

And if you haven’t been won over yet, try this irresistable first-page test:

Every superhero has an origin.

That’s what Martin says, and since he’s thirteen, short for his age, and somewhat of a geek, I’m tempted to believe him.

OK, so here goes-for the first time I am about to reveal…

The Origin of Super Mom. (That’s me.)

To tell the truth, it’s a little embarrassing. I wasn’t put into a rocket and sent to Earth by my parents just as my home planet exploded. I wasn’t given a special ring by visiting aliens. I wasn’t bitten by a radioactive spider.

No, it wasn’t anything nearly so glamorous; my beginnings are quite humble. I was merely the innocent victim of a Horrible Swiffer Accident.

It all began on a bright, sunny Tuesday morning. Right away you can tell that this doesn’t fit in with other superhero origins, or so Martin says. Most origin stories take place at night, usually in a laboratory or a dark alley. And nearly all are accompanied by really dramatic thunderstorms.

But no. My story, my origin, began on a weekday morning during a commercial break for the Today show. On the floor. Of my bathroom.

If you’re a sucker for a good superhero yarn, this is the book for you…