Author Name: Marteeka Karland
Your hero or heroine occupies a room in a haunted mansion. Which room is it and why?
Brandwulfr, Gladiator Wolf. The basement. So anyone hearing the screams will run before they actually bother him.
What is your favorite Halloween or autumn decoration?
Any kind of lights on houses. Most people do it at Christmas, but I love it in the fall at Halloween through Thanksgiving. Makes me excited!!
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Featured Book Title: Gladiator Wolf
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Blurb:
He’s a warrior unparalleled in the Game, a ruthless wolf shifter from another realm. She is the naive daughter of his master, determined to bring comfort to the slaves under her father’s lash. His passion ignites her own, but will they know the depth of their need for each other before their worlds come crashing down around them?
Excerpt:
Sapphire eyes wide with shock and fear stared back up at him. Her small hands circled his big wrist defensively, trying to push him away with no results. Those pale, slim fingers could barely reach halfway around his brawny forearm. Even for a human, she was pitifully weak. The little chit wouldn’t last a minute against one of them bent on doing her harm.
“I–I only m–meant to h–help,” she stammered. Those amazingly blue eyes were dilated and growing wider by the second as she realized she wasn’t as safe as she’d first thought. “M–my father d–didn’t send m–me. I v–volunteered. To try to s–save Haidar’s life.”
“Please, Brandwulfr!” He turned to the older man who’d tried to protect the woman earlier. “I brought her into this place. She is a good person, not agreeing with her father’s policies.”
“Yet she profits from them as well?” Brandwulfr eyed her fine garments with disdain, still not letting her go from his grip around her neck. “Like it or not, she’s as guilty as Rudolph.”
“No, she’s not!” The man, Almarr he thought his name was, exclaimed adamantly. “She tries to talk reason to Rudolph, tries to help us any way she can. Do you honestly think any other woman from Sky City would be down here? In the catacombs? She came here to help the wounded, not to bring them more misery.”
“You’re sure of that?” Brandwulfr questioned, looking the man in the eyes. “Because I seem to recall your son struggling not to scream in pain. I scented his fear and the fresh blood she spilled. Are you very sure she wasn’t simply ending him more quickly?”
“On my life, Brandwulfr, I’m certain of it.” Almarr’s demeanor was so adamant, Brandwulfr found himself wanting to believe him. If he was right, there was every possibility this woman would not only help him escape, but help him figure out the mystery of the gates to his world. If he pressed her hard enough. And if he gave her reason to want to help him.
He looked at her. She still had that wide–eyed panic on her face and her breaths were rapid and shallow, but she’d quit struggling. Tears streamed down her face and she met his gaze without flinching, though her hands were still firmly around his wrist. They met each other’s eyes for long moments, neither giving ground. She stared at him, not so much with defiance, but with determination. As if she knew the next few seconds would shape their future relationship in ways she didn’t fully understand yet. The little chit had no idea how right she was.
“Your name,” Brandwulfr grated, fully expecting her to obey.
“Miranda.” That soft voice wrapped around his body like a caress. Those devastating eyes of hers seemed to bore into his soul, though he fought their effect as hard as he fought in the arena. But her voice… Even full of fear, it contoured up images best left alone. There was a sultry kind of innocence about her that was very unhealthy in a place like this. It was in her voice, in those ridiculously large eyes, and Brandwulfr knew he’d be lost in her spell if he weren’t careful. Even now as he gazed down at her upturned face, he had the nearly undeniable urge to protect her rather than frighten her into submission. Clenching his jaw, he ruthlessly buried that instinct. That way lay disaster.
Author Bio:
Erotic romance author by night, emergency room tech/clerk by day, Marteeka Karland works really hard to drive everyone in her life completely and totally nuts. She has been creating stories from her warped imagination since she was in the third grade. Her love of writing blossomed throughout her teenage years until it developed into the totally unorthodox and irreverent style her English teachers tried so hard to rid her of. Now, she breathes life into faeries, space hunters, werewolves, vampires, shapeshifters, and a few just plane ole ordinary people. She loves to see the awkward, self–conscious band geek get the captain of the football team and make him beg for it.
Halloween Page Contest
As part of the Halloween Page Contest, Marteeka is offering a download of Gladiator Wolf. For details on how to enter for the chance to win, visit http://www.kate-hill.com/halloween2014.html.
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Sounds like wuite the tough guy. My TBR list is growing.
I have never thought of light decorations for the fall; I bet that’s pretty neat looking.
Enjoyed the excerpt and I will be reading more! Hurry up, Pay Day!