Today, my interview is of the lovely, talented and PROLIFIC Lenore Wolfe, and her recent release, Dark Warrior: To Tame a Wild Hawk. Let’s make her feel welcome folks!
1) How long have you been writing?
I actually wrote Hawk over 20 years ago, but then I went to college, then to work, and I sat on it all that time. Then I wrote more than half off Doorway of the Triquetra, and I sat on that too, but one day I’d had enough of sitting and wishing and dreaming, and I decided to do something about fulfilling my dreams:)
2) How many balls do you juggle on a daily basis, and how do you manage to keep them all in the air (usually), (ball = work, writing, family, etc.)
I write, market, sculpt, and now I’m starting up a business. Marketing is the real full-time job LOL!
3) What can you tell us about your release Dark Warrior: To Tame a Wild Hawk? The good stuff, like how you came up with the concept, and whatnot. Not just the blurb.
My father was an old mountain man. His love for the real Wild West came though to me when I was very young. I loved the feel of what he described. My great-grandmother was a true pioneer woman of the old Wild West, born in 1886, and a mid-wife and healer in a very small town that no longer exists in Montana, and she used to tell me stories when I was a child. Then I began reading romance, and the two seemed to me to be the perfect lovers.
4) What is it about the paranormal romance genre that you like so much?
I have always believed in the things we cannot see. Then I took up Shamanic studies over 10 years ago. I guess you could say that I pushed down the beliefs I’ve had since I was a child, but I never lost them. So paranormal romance easily became the perfect match for me. (Great answer! – TM)
5) Do you think you’ll move to another genre (I see you do dark fantasy as well), and if yes, what to and when?
Yes, I’m finishing up a YA paranormal romance now. And I plan to write a literary fiction within a year or so.
6) Sweet or sour?
7) Chocolate or vanilla?
This one’s hard. I love Chocolate–and vanilla. LOL!! (that’s cheating)
Lenore writes dark fantasy, paranormal romance, fantasy, historical romance. She grew up in Montana and Alaska, and currently lives in the central US. She holds a BA in Sociology from the University of Northern Colorado, with a minor in writing and is a student of the Shaman path.
Amanda Kane has always had visions of the man she’s destined to marry—a cowboy who will help her save her ranch. But Hawk is no ordinary cowboy. He carries a powerful secret. A secret that leads to betrayal. She spent years with a secret society of Lakota women, who taught her the ancient ways. Now, she must seek the Grandmothers, from beyond the veil, if they are stop a man behind a mask.
Amanda Kane has spent years with a secret society of Lakota women, who taught her the ancient ways. She has sought the help of the Grandmothers, from beyond the veil, to help her stop the man behind the mask. They point her to the visions she has always had of the man she’s destined to marry—a cowboy who will help save her ranch. But Hawk is no ordinary cowboy. He carries a powerful secret. A secret that leads to betrayal.
He was magnificent—standing there, waiting for her to reach his side. And soon after she did, their lives became irrevocably woven together. Mandy likened it to a silvery, invisible thread, joining their hearts. And she knew the Grandmothers smiled.
She felt rebellious right now with their sure vision of her path. A path with Hawk … their lives entwined. Her heart pounded—fanciful thoughts. But her mind soon followed down the path her heart had taken, with what would have been—could have been—had she not insisted this marriage be in name only.
“Second thoughts already?” his whisper caressed her face.
She shook her head at Hawk. “No, the marriage has its merits,” she answered, trying for a neutral tone.
He let that jab slide, grinning. “I wasn’t talking about the marriage—exactly.”
Startled, she looked up and was captured, completely off guard, by the intense look in his gold eyes. He’d read her mind again, drat the man; or was her body giving her away?
She should look away—really she should—but suddenly she couldn’t remember why.
“Give over, Mandy,” he whispered. His gaze refused to release her from the fine thread he was weaving around her. She was caressed by it—captured by it. And each time, the web grew stronger. “You want this marriage in every way, every bit as much as I; admit it, Mandy.” His low voice fanned the flames.
Mandy opened her mouth, then shut it. She fought for control, lost, and opened her mouth again, but the words of denial wouldn’t come.
His hand touched the side of her face, his thumb sliding possessively over her lips, stroking her bottom lip again and again until she thought she would faint with pleasure.
She’d made a fatal mistake with her heart, thinking she could control this. She should have listened to the danger signs—to all the warnings, and now it was too late. There was no holding back—any part of her; at least, not anything strong enough to hold back this tide of love—and desire. Even though the love part lay only on her side.
She’d been a fool.
And her heart was going to pay the price; but she couldn’t stop now.
Hawk’s intense, green-gold eyes searched her face, and knew the exact instant she surrendered, and only by iron will did he wait to hear the words.
Words avowing her complete surrender.
He shook his head. “Say it,” he softly commanded. “Tell me what you want.”
Mandy’s tongue darted out to moisten her lips and heard Hawk groan. She swallowed, her eyes closing for a moment with her body’s reaction to that simple sound. The fires were rapidly burning out of control. “You.” She looked into his golden gaze. “I want you.”
Wow, sounds like a great story, doesn’t it?
Thanks for stopping by. Don’t be strangers everyone. I’ll be posting an update on my writing tomorrow, doing an entry in the Six Sentence Sunday fun and games, and on Monday, I’ll be interviewing Andrew Katz about his book, Descendants!