Saturday, October 26, 2013

Clifford and Claire, Scene 9

     Hi, folks. Happy Halloween. This week’s blog post contains plugs for a couple of good horror-filled books and another installment of the background story of Clifford and Claire, the first omega werewolves. Let’s get down to it.

Seasons Readings…

…and for a good cause. I just purchased my copy of Death By Drive-In, this year’s CoffinHop offering. It’s a collection of short stories for the Halloween season put together by a group of indie horror writers. Proceeds from sales go to support LitWorld, a non-profit literacy organization. The ebook is only $3.99. Good, gruesome, philanthropic. I recommend it.

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What I’m Currently Reading…

…is the delightfully clever Abraham Lincoln: Vampire Hunter, by Seth Grahame-Smith. I cringed when I saw the title of the recently released movie, and heard very little good about the film. But the book was recommended by a friend, so I took the plunge. I’m diggin’ it. Grahame-Smith exhibits an amazing versatility in his writing style.

I was reading a passage on the bus the other day and laughed out loud. I paused to wipe the tears from my eyes, and found everyone was looking at me. When I tried to explain, everyone quickly looked away, pretending not to notice.

Whatever. Y’all should check it out…

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Clifford and Claire, Scene 9…

      Okay, here we are. Claire is making a second attempt to reveal her dual nature to Clifford, having waylaid him in the park in wolf form…

The side trail ended abruptly at an eight-foot chain link fence. It had been erected around an apartment complex adjacent to the greenway to prevent cut-through foot traffic. Clifford chuckled to himself. That never worked. Sure enough, the fence had been pulled down where it crossed the path, and he could tell it was well-used. The wolf slipped through without breaking stride and he followed her.

They found themselves at the edge of the woods. A narrow grassy area separated them from the rear of a block of apartments. Here, the wolf stopped, looked around, then lifted her nose to the air.

She’s being cautious, he thought. She doesn’t want to be seen. The thing he wanted to believe, that this was the pet of someone who maybe lived in these apartments, was becoming harder to rationalize with each passing second. His heart was thumping against his ribs again, and not from exertion.

The wolf crouched, checked in each direction, and slunk quickly across the open space and into a row of bushes at the back of the building. She poked her head out from her hiding place. A paw extended from the shadows, too. It turned over, palm up – it shouldn’t have been able to rotate its forearm like that – and motioned him to come.

He stepped out of the woods and into the clearing. Crouching, he tiptoed towards her until she held up her paw to stop – another gesture no dog or wolf would have been able to perform – and waved him towards the end of the building.

He followed her directions. This can’t be happening. They moved in concert, him moving as quietly as he could across the grass and her keeping hidden between the bushes and the back of the building. They reached the end, and he followed her around the side, where she stopped.

They faced a parking lot. He’d been here before. Oh god, oh god. She told me. She told me, and I didn’t believe her. I didn’t believe her because it’s… it’s impossible.

There was no cover out here. They’d left the darkness of the woods. There were streetlamps lighting the parking lot and dawn was beginning to brighten the sky. The wolf sniffed and looked, made her decision, and darted silently down the sidewalk. She paused at the bottom of the stairway to make sure he would follow before vaulting gracefully up the steps.

He stumbled after her. He tried to stay calm and silent as he slowly climbed the stairs. But his feet seemed to weigh fifty pounds each, and the reinforced concrete steps clanged as he clomped his way up three flights. He didn’t check where the wolf had gone. He simply marched up to the third floor and turned in the direction he’d gone several weeks before.

No surprise, the wolf sat in front of Claire Deerfoot’s apartment.

His pulse was pounding in his ears. He felt dizzy, and he grabbed the handrail to steady himself as he walked towards her. She sat, shifting her weight from paw to paw, glancing nervously in all directions. He was afraid to hurry, lest he stumble and fall. He’d lost confidence in any of the neural connections from his brain to the muscles in his body.

She wedged a claw under the mat in front of the door and lifted the end to reveal a key. At this point, he wouldn’t have been surprised if she grabbed it and unlocked the door herself, but instead she motioned with her head for him to pick it up.

When he hesitated, she whined in frustration and dug at the key with her snout until she came up with it in her teeth. He managed to extend his hand, and she dropped the key into his open palm. He stared at it.

She chuffed, and he tore his eyes from the key to look at her. She made another one of those impossible paw-waving motions for him to go ahead. He still couldn’t move.

Finally, she stood, scratched at the door, and whined.

“Do you know Claire? It’s okay to go in?” That sounded really stupid…but sane.

She whined and scratched with more urgency. He fumbled the key into the keyhole and unlocked the door. He turned the knob and she pushed the door open with her snout and slipped inside. He followed and shut the door softly behind him.

It was dark inside the apartment. It took his eyes a few moments to adjust, but presently he could make out the form of the white wolf sitting in the middle of the living room. She whined. He shrugged.

She whined again, then padded forward to sit in front of him. She reached past his right shoulder and slid her paw along the wall. Suddenly, there was light. “Oh,” he mumbled, “you wanted me to turn on the lights.”  She sighed and trotted back into the living room, circled in place a few times, stretched out on the floor…

…and began to change.

“Oh, god,” he murmured. Oh god, oh god, oh God! He stood transfixed as the joints in her legs and arms re-aligned, as her hips, shoulders, and spine re-formed. The wet crackling sounds weren’t doing his stomach any good. He felt light headed, dizzy… nauseous.

He reached out to steady himself against the wall, but it wasn’t there. He’d followed her into the living room without realizing it, drawn to the spectacle of her transformation. He sank to his knees to keep from falling. That’s better. But he had to pitch forward on all fours before the vertigo completely dissipated.

He stayed in that position, taking slow, deep breaths. The sounds of the wolf’s transformation stopped, and two bare feet stepped into the periphery of his vision. He looked up.

“Are you okay?” she asked. It was Claire’s voice. He knew it would be, but…

He sat back on his heels and took another deep breath. “Uh,” he tried. Then again, “Uhhhhhh…”

She placed a cool hand on his forehead. “You’re sweating.”

“Yeah,” he nodded. He shook his head to tear his gaze from her pubis, the hair of which was white and less curly than most, almost furry. He was rewarded with a salty drop of sweat in his eye. It burned. “Christ,” he muttered.

“I’ll get you a towel,” she said.

He wiped a hand over his eyes as she walked away. He got a glimpse of long shapely leg and firm buttocks before she disappeared from view into the next room. She reappeared a moment later to toss him a towel. “Here,” she called.

He couldn’t get his hands up in time to catch it, and it settled over his face in time to save him further embarrassment from staring at her naked form. He’d thought she’d looked good in her jogging shorts the last time he’d visited. She looked even better without clothes. He shook his head into the towel as he wiped the sweat away. How could he think about sex at a time like this?

When he pulled the towel from his face, she’d disappeared again. What now? He pushed himself shakily to his feet. He took in his surroundings. His gaze settled on the front door.

“You’re not thinking of leaving, are you?” she called from the other room.

He swallowed. “N-no,” he lied. What would happen if I did? Would she come after him? Would the wolf come after him?

“Please don’t go,” she said. “I’d like to talk to you, if you have time. I just want to get some clothes on.”

“S-sure,” he said. God, my voice is shaky. He cleared his throat. “No hurry,” he added. “Take your time.” That sounded better. But there was no use pretending. He was scared.

He shuffled across the room and flopped down on a couch. Maybe he wasn’t in any immediate physical danger. But he was certain his life had taken a dangerous turn.

            And it would never be the same again.

That’s it for now. More to come. Until then, Happy Halloween and… Happy Reading!
 
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Friday, October 18, 2013

Clifford and Claire, Scene 8


Hi, folks. For the next few weeks I’m going to provide you some more sneak peeks from my upcoming novel – more scenes from the back story of Clifford and Claire. But first, I have got to tell you about a huge, multi-author book and swag giveaway that’s going on thorough October 31st.

Over 50 authors are participating in this, including yours truly. There are some great books and other really neat stuff that you can win. I’ve never seen anything of this magnitude before, and I’m delighted to be a part of it. Just click on one of the links below to enter.

                                                      Fall Into Fantasy via Ash Krafton
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Now…
Red Wolf Rising won’t be available to the general public until Spring of 2014. But, since folks have asked for it, and since I’ve already shared half the story on my blog, I’m going to continue to provide excerpts of Clifford and Claire scenes as they are written.
If you haven’t been keeping up, click on the archive history to the right for previous postings. Here’s scene #8…

November, 2003
Clifford, Katherine, and little Jack spent Thanksgiving weekend visiting Katherine’s parents in Atlanta. Sunday morning Katherine told Clifford she would not return to Charlotte with him. She and Jack were going to extend the visit for an indefinite period of time. Gramma and Granpa could help with the baby and she could have some “down time.”

The announcement came straight out of the blue, and it made Clifford uneasy. For one thing, it sounded very much like the prelude to a separation. For another, Katherine hadn’t been to a 12-Step meeting in months, she’d already re-connected with some old friends during the visit, and a part of him suspected the “down time” included partying with them.

And he would miss Jack. The little bugger was the bright spot in his dreary inscape these days. It was only November, but Clifford’s thoughts were as gray and cold as February.

Still, he didn’t object. And his unease began to dissipate once he was on the road. He played the CD’s he liked, as loud as he wanted, and by the time he got home he’d compiled a long list of activities he could enjoy while having the apartment all to himself.

He sat around in his underwear watching sports or DVD’s and ate pizza or Chinese takeout, leaving home only for work and meetings. After a few days he stepped on the scales and realized he better add some exercise to his routine. He set his alarm for an early morning jog.

And so he found himself out in the greenway in the chilly pre-dawn of a Sunday morning. He had chosen a route with plenty of hills, and he was really pushing himself up one, bent forward, eyes glued to the path in front of his feet, when he rounded a curve and came face to face with the snow white wolf-dog again.

He skidded to a halt. A shot of adrenaline made his already laboring heart slam  against his ribcage like a jackhammer. “Oh,” he gasped, “hey, girl. It’s you again.”

He had no second thoughts about talking to a dog. It had always seemed natural. But he was used to the dog cocking its head or pricking its ears and the response coming from a characterized voice in his own head. This one, however, nodded. The gesture was almost human.

And very disconcerting.

The dog, or wolf – it really looked more like a wolf – sat on its haunches in the middle of the trail. It was big for a dog. Hell, it was big for a wolf. And, with its uphill position, the animal and the man were at eye level.

There was no threat in its body language, but there was also no room for Clifford to pass by on the narrow trail. This was definitely a confrontation.

“Whatcha been up to, girl?” he asked. And suddenly conversing with an animal did seem awkward. But the animal shrugged, another very human gesture, and that’s when Clifford noticed its shoulders were very un-canine – excuse me, un-lupine. Its front legs were jointed less like a dog or wolf and more like a bear… or a human.

Clifford blinked. He shook his head. His mind was trying to make a connection with this animal and something else he’d seen recently… and he didn’t want it to. “Uh,” he said, “are you going to let me by?” He was conscious of a tremble creeping into his voice.

The animal shook its head.

“Christ,” he murmured. His mind began to go places he really didn’t want it to go. He tensed.

But the animal thumped its tail on the ground a few times and emitted a chuffing sound, almost like a chuckle. It stood and padded towards him, looking up at him with clear, gray, intelligent eyes that seemed somehow familiar. It lowered its head and nuzzled under his right hand.

He laughed, albeit a bit nervously. “Oh, you just need some love, huh?” He tentatively stroked the huge head. The animal leaned into him. Her back was level with his waist. He scratched behind her ears, using both hands. An appreciative whine rumbled from her chest.

He was getting into it now. He began scratching in long strokes down her back. “You’re a pretty girl, aren’t you? Where did you come from?” She shivered and one of her rear legs twitched. “Oh. Found a spot, didn’t I?” He experimented, trying to see if he could make her leg spasm again.

He did, and for a moment they both stood there, him scratching and her arching her back and fanning her leg at the air until she suddenly pushed against him, knocking him off balance. He stumbled backwards, barely managed to keep from falling. She shook herself and snorted.

“Sorry,” he murmured, feeling he may have taken indecent liberties, crossed some boundary he shouldn’t have.

She turned around, facing back up the hill. She looked over her shoulder, and in another very human gesture, beckoned him with her head. She trotted a few yards up the trail, stopped and turned to look at him again.

Clifford stood frozen, unsure what to do. “You want me to follow you?” The animal – he was pretty sure now it was some kind of wolf - raised its eyebrows and cocked its head sideways. He could almost imagine her saying, “Duh.” When he still didn’t react, she nodded her head.

He swallowed. “Okaaaay,” he breathed. But he wasn’t sure he wanted to follow her, and anyway he couldn’t seem to make his legs move one way or the other.

The wolf trotted back towards him. He was paralyzed. He felt his bowels might loosen at any moment. The wolf opened its jaws, and he had a terrifying glimpse of huge canines before she gently took his wrist in her mouth and tugged him forward.

He took a step, then another. “Okay, okay,” he said, “I’m coming.” She let go of his wrist and began walking ahead of him, slowly, glancing back every few seconds to see if he was still following.

Okay. So, he was moving now. And he’d managed not to shit himself. The wolf obviously meant him no harm, but… that’s not what he was afraid of. He was afraid of the truth about what was happening. The fantastic, unbelievable truth that was prodding and nagging at the edge of his consciousness. His denial would not keep it at bay forever. What would he do when he came face to face with it, and reality turned upside down?

They reached the top of the hill, and the wolf took a side trail to the left. Clifford considered continuing along the jogging trail. Maybe she would ignore him and let him go. But when he reached the turnoff, the wolf was looking back over her shoulder, watching for him.

He followed her.

 That’s it for now. Next week, we’ll find out where she’s taking him. Until then… Happy Reading!
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Sunday, October 13, 2013

Checking In

       I don’t get to visit my Mom as much as I’d like these days, so we keep up via email, the subject line of which is often “Checking In.” It conveys, I don’t have anything specific to say, but I didn’t want too many days to go by without touching base. What usually follows is an eclectic mix of subjects that might range from I went to the store today to I heard so-and-so died.

And that’s what you get from me this week, my readers. I have some special things planned for my blog over the next few months, but nothing’s ready yet. So, I’m just checking in. Here’s what I’ve been up to.

I’m still writing…

…plugging away at the final book in the Red Wolf trilogy. I had finished the first half, when my editing team pointed out some major flaws, so I’m having to re-write much of it. I don’t mind. The story will be that much better for it. But the book won’t get published until Spring, 2014, at least.

Red Wolf Rising (or it might be called Rivers of Red) will wrap up the original trilogy, but the Red Wolf saga won’t end there. Another three books are planned, and Clifford Crane’s story will pick up about four hundred years into the future with the Half Human Trilogy. Working titles for the next three books are Half Human, Half Empty Half Full, and Halves and Half-Nots.

My new Web site…

…is in the process of being built, and eventually the Red Wolf Blogs will move to the new address. But the site will be more than just a place for my weekly blog posts. JohnHundleyAuthor.com will pay homage to the creative community that is springing up around the Red Wolf novels. You’ll get to meet and connect with the artists, editors, and beta readers without whom none of this would happen.

I’m pretty excited about it. Check out this concept drawing for the site’s banner page, featuring some of the major characters in my novels.

Coming soon…

…in the next few months on the Red Wolf Blogs:

Lots of readers have asked for the back story of Clifford and Claire, and it’s an integral part of the next novel. I’ll continue to share excerpts of it on my blog.

Aoife Sheridan has just published her second book in the Saskia Trilogy. As soon as it’s available in the States (any day now, I understand), I’m going to review both books and interview her right here. (Hint: I liked the first book.) We’ll try to learn more about her, the evolution of Saskia, and what makes this Irish lass tick.
 

       So, until next week… Happy Reading!
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Saturday, October 5, 2013

Featuring Kristy Berridge - Part 2

      Hi, folks. For the second week in a row I’m delighted to be featuring paranormal fantasy/horror author, Kristy Berridge. Last week I reviewed the first two books in her Hunted series, and this week I have an interview with the fabulous Ms. Berridge, herself.

Let’s get down to it!
 

Me:
First of all, Kristy, I want to thank you for taking time for this interview. It really is great to have this opportunity.

Kristy:
My pleasure, John.

Me:
I warn you, I’ve got some personal questions, if you don’t mind, but I’d like to save them for later. Right now, since I reviewed the first two books in The Hunted series on last week’s blog, and since I just finished The Damned, the first thing I need to know is… when is the third book coming out and what’s planned for the series in the long run?

Kristy:
The Aligned, the third book in The Hunted Series will probably be released early to mid next year. There are five books in the series in total and I will keep going to satisfy my eager readers, possibly even look at a spin off series sometime in the future.

Me:
Ah. I’m intrigued with the title, The Aligned. The Hunted and The Damned allude to the evolving situation Elena finds herself in. I’m assuming the third title continues that pattern? Can you tell us the fourth and fifth titles?

Kristy:
The fourth book is currently labeled as The Condemned, and the final installment will be The Delivered.

Me:
The Hunted series revolves around vampires and Vânătors (a version of werewolf). You also have a different sort of book in the works, something about zombies, I believe? Tell us more about that.

Kristy:
Diary of a Teenage Zombie follows the story of Katie Palmer, zombified teenager in a post-apocalyptic world where flesh is a feast and the ignorant are devoured. It’s humorous, gory and actually touches on some light spots of romance, but basically, you’ve never met anyone like Katie, all-round socially accepted high school teen with a sometimes conscious and hunger for the living.
I really can’t wait for you to read this one, I’m very proud.

NOTE:
    In the few weeks since this interview, Diary has been published. If you're in Australia, you can probably find it in book stores now. When I spoke with Kristy a few days ago, she was working through CreateSpace, and it should be available to purchase online in a few days.

Me:
I want to segue into the next topic by asking your opinion about an author I know we both admire. Did you happen to catch the recent first chapter teaser on Richelle Mead’s website for her upcoming The Fiery Heart? http://richellemead.com/excerpt/excerpt26.htm
I found it very interesting that she’s writing some of the book from Adrian’s point of view. I can’t recall her shifting points of view in any of her books before, can you?

Kristy:
No, I can’t recall either, but in saying that, I can understand why. As supporting characters, they often have their own voice and are intriguing to readers, so it makes perfect sense to explore a fresh personality and or point-of-view to keep things interesting.

Me:
The Hunted series is written primarily from Elena’s POV, which is in first person. Yet, you shift occasionally to look through other characters’ eyes and take a third person perspective. (I’m raising my eyebrows here.)

Kristy:
You’re going to see more and more of this, John. I love keeping my readers guessing, and to switch point-of-view can provide different perspective but also create more intrigue. You get snippets of what’s going on without revealing too much, you can expand your plot lines and make the obstacles for your protagonist that much more challenging to overcome. Be prepared, you’re going to see a lot of Lucas from this point forward!

Me:
Oh, that’s good news about Lucas. I have a question about him later. Elena, the main character in the series, is a classic sort of sassy, sarcastic, headstrong teen heroine who insists on doing everything her way. She’s really stubborn sometimes, and she seems to jump into danger without thinking a lot. Any parallels between her and yourself a few years back?

Kristy:
Oh, I hate to admit it, but Elena is me, even now. Granted she has giant brass balls (excuse the language), but she’s also young, has a lot of lessons to learn and truths to reveal. She does learn to soften and accept advice along the way, much like we all do on the challenging route to adulthood.

Me:
I really like the relationship between Elena and her step-brother, Lucas. I feel like some of their interaction is too familiar and real to be coincidence. Do you have an older brother?

Kristy:
No, I have twin, younger brothers whom I am extremely close to. We do a lot of things together even now, even though I’m nine years their senior. They make me so proud and always put a smile on my face, and they look up to me and actually care about my opinions – it’s a nice trade-off.

Me:
I’m determined not to give any spoilers here, but I enjoyed the expanding storyline in The Damned and a few of the older characters, particularly Lucius. Can you tell us what inspired his character?

Kristy:
Well, I don’t want to spoil anything either, particularly given the sub-plot involves Lucius’s origins and Elena’s fate, but I did need an anchor, and who better than someone so instrumental in Elena’s creation and potential death?

Me:
Who are your favorite characters in the series, so far? Let’s say… the top three.

Kristy:
I gotta say Elena, because I know where she’s come from and where she’s going and there’s a lot of growth and very adult and heartfelt/unselfish decisions within her future.
I love, love, love Lucas. He’s a total pussy, but watching him become a man is a journey I want to be onboard for.
And Sebastian. I don’t want to diss William, but I promise you there is something very, very special about this strange vampire.

Me:
I have to agree about Sebastian over William. And you dropped enough hints in The Damned about how “special” he is that I think I’ve figured it out. But I won’t say any more, unless you want to…?

Kristy:
Let’s keep it under our hats for now J

Me:
Okay, I’m going to start getting more personal here. You live in Cairns, right? Along Australia’s Gold Coast? Famous for its beaches, surfing, and teenaged mermaids? Did you grow up there?

Kristy:
Okay, Cairns is actually about 1800km North from the Gold Coast, Australia is vast like that, but yes, there are sandy coastlines, warm weather and plenty of crocodiles.

Me:
Oh, man. I should have checked the map more closely before I said that. Kind of like getting Los Angeles and San Francisco mixed up because they’re both in California. I missed it by a mile, er… 1800 km! Live there all your life?

Kristy:
I was born in Perth, on the opposite side of the country, but since coming to Queensland in my kindergarten years, I consider myself a Cairns local and can’t see myself moving. I really do love it here.

Me:
I don’t blame you. It sounds great. So, tell me about your writing journey, what made you start and when, what keeps you going, that sort of thing.

Kristy:
You know, I always liked to write when I was back in school, but never actually considered it to be a career. I don’t know why, perhaps because I was motivated to explore my creative arts nature and study graphics, design and later Interior Design.
I only started writing one day (which was about 6-7 years ago now) because I was bored. I had a small interior business, customers were light on and I started to dabble with some words. Before I knew it, I’d written The Hunted, or at least, an extremely bad version of it! I think I must have redressed the manuscript one hundred times before I worked up the courage to send it to a publisher, but I must have done something right because they picked me up straight away.
I am my harshest critic though, and there is a still a lot I wish I’d done differently, but I never once regret the first day I sat in front of my laptop and started pounding away at the keys.

Me:
Well, I’m glad you did, Kristy, as I’m sure many other fans are. Now… I’ve put off broaching the next subject about as long as I can stand, so here goes. One of the things you’ve done a great job of in your books is to maintain the sexual tension between Elena and (insert whichever gorgeous male vampire you want here). Although it’s been relatively chaste so far, some of the snogging, as you refer to it, (I think we’d call it making out in The States) gets pretty hot and heavy. Is that as much fun to write as it is to read?

Kristy:
Oh definitely. I try to think about what I’d like to feel when I’m reading the words and if it’s going to get my pulse racing. It may be relatively chaste so far, as you say, but I promise you it does start getting steamier as the novels progress J

Me:
Okaaay… *wipes drool from corner of mouth*. Ahem… But there’s another side to Elena’s sexuality that’s not as comfortable to read about. I’m referring to the attraction she has to the Vânător alphas, beings she’s repulsed by mentally and emotionally but can’t seem to physically resist. I know that I’ve written some sex scenes in my books that I felt were necessary to the story but were a little uncomfortable to write, and I wondered how that is for you.

Kristy:
There’ a little bit of excitement that arises from writing about something somewhat forbidden or uniquely dangerous. Desire is a tricky concept to interpret, and I love watching Elena—in all her naiveté—trying to figure it out.

Me:
Can you give us a favorite excerpt from The Hunted or The Damned?

Kristy:
How about The Damned, since it’s the latest release? Hmm okay;

The smell of blood hit me like a club to the head. Its potency drew me in, and my mouth began watering. My fingers twitched; the aroma made my fangs ache. I knew the signs—I hungered. I cut a glance over to the dead vânător on the other side of the road. Its bloodied fur glistened like oil, the colour so dark it was almost black. I could feel myself moving forward, crawling on my hands and knees, as I scuttled across the road like a crab in the sand.
I reached for the dead thing. I should have been repulsed. I should have had second thoughts. I should have had a knife and fork. I licked tentatively at first, gently probing at the ragged flesh and furred edges. Gentle probing soon turned into a frenzied lapping, my tongue shovelling up the still warm blood oozing down its neck.
I shuddered with gratification, and even though I could feel Sebastian’s eyes on me, I could not look up. As the thirst took me, I became impervious to all judgement.
‘Elena, we must go now,’ he said. From the corner of my eye I could see the toe of his boot. Sebastian was standing over me, watching.
I shook my head, lips now locked tightly around the Vânător’s throat.
‘If your wolf has jumped, then he will return with company,’ Sebastian pressed, voice tight.
I finally pulled back, taking a deep breath and wiping blood from my mouth with the back of my hand. It was funny to think that a few months ago I would have dry-retched at the thought of such an act.
Oh, how the mighty had fallen.

Me:
Oh, yeah. I remember reading that scene and reminding myself not to read your books while I’m eating!
Well, there’s a ton of other stuff I’d like to ask, but I know you’re in the middle of editing The Aligned and I don’t want any responsibility for delaying its release. Thanks for dropping by, and I hope we can do it again real soon.

Kristy:
Thanks, John for this opportunity. You really are always very sweet to me and a massive support.

Me:
You’re welcome, Kristy. The support is well deserved. And as for being sweet, well, I don’t know any other way to be. J

       Wow, that was fun for me. Hope y'all enjoyed that as much as I did. You can find out even more about Kristy and her work by following the links below…
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See y’all next week. Until then, Happy Reading!

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My Books
The Draculata Nest -----------------------------------------------------------------------

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ebook for Kindle                                            in Paperback     
ebook for Nook                                              in Charlotte                    
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The Dragon of Doughton Park ----------------------------------------------------------


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ebook for Kindle                                                                   in Paperback
ebook for Nook                                                                     in Charlotte
ebook for Kobo                                                                     Smashwords