How long have you been a werewolf?
Umm, I was born in 1840, so…
See, that’s the thing. This whole biting nonsense. Don’t get me wrong, I like a love nip as much as the next wolf, but it ain’t gonna make you grow fur and howl. I’d like to find the Unaware that started that whole business.
When you change, is it painful?
It doesn’t tickle, I’ll tell ya that much.
But if you go too long without changing, that hurts too. Damned if you do, kinda thing.
Have you ever killed?
If you mean deers or rabbits, then yes, all the time on hunts.
If you mean humans…I fought in two world wars. Take that as you will.
If you mean murder?
No.
Are there many others like you?
What, I’m not pretty enough for you?
Do you enjoy being a werewolf?
*growls*
Next question.
How do you feel about humans?
Unawares, especially if they are as sexy as you? I get along just fine, sweet thing.
Hunters, as long as they keep the Weltanschauung, er, to the code, got no issue with.
Skinners? Let’s just say we haven’t seen any in the Bay of Fundy for a loooong time.
Where are you from?
Born in New England, originally.
What is your main purpose in life?
Well, I’m Pack Beta, so my job is to protect the Alpha so he can protect the Pack. Forbes is so good, I haven’t had to do much. I spend most of my time managing the Pack finances.
Who is your greatest enemy and why?
Well, there was this witch once…but she’s been dead for seventy years. Same as my wife *stares at hands for a minute*
I guess I watch my back around the Burntcoat Coven, but I haven’t had any run ins with the witches lately.
Do you think you can ever reconcile with this enemy?
Witches in general? Well, they’re in the same boat as us wolves, aren’t they? As long as they keep the Covenant. Live and let live until they step outta line and threaten Unawares.
What is your weapon of choice?
*leans back in chair* Whatcha have in mind, sweetheart?
What makes you happy?
Sex is a good start.
Don’t know about happy, but Jocky’s whisky can make you forget just about anything.
Name one person you admire.
Forbes MacIvor. Best damn Alpha there is.
Name one person you trust.
Forbes MacIvor. Taskill’s a close second.
Excerpt
“Lexi. Lexi, wake up.” Rough hands shook her awake. Snapped on her light. Lexi clawed at the hands, flipped over in a hurry, pulled away from whoever was in her room.
“Shh, it’s OK. It’s Kerr. Lexi. I need you to put on some clothes and come with me. Now.” Kerr sat on the edge of her bed, a pair of jeans and a shirt in one hand, his other on her blanketed legs. He was patting her through her covers absently. He looked around the room and she had a wild thought he might see her gifts before they were ready until she realized she’d tucked them under her bed.
Lexi rubbed at her eyes. “I thought you weren’t going to push me to meet your Alpha.”
“I’m not. This is something else. Please?” No jokes. Not a smirk in sight. Nothing but deadly seriousness in his gaze.
Lexi blinked. Had he just said please?
“Umm.”
“I need your help, Lexi. Please?”
That did it. She couldn’t very well say no now, could she? Not without seeming like an even bigger jack hole than she’d been earlier today.
“Where are we going?” She flipped back the blankets and held out her hands for the clothes. His eyes wandered down her frame and she felt her cheeks flush. “My eyes are up here, Kerr.”
“There’s a lot of you I’ve never seen down there, though.”
She frowned. “Was that a comment about my weight?”
“No.” His voice was thick, husky and he hadn’t hesitated in the slightest. He gave his head a sharp shake.
“Right,” he said aloud. But he didn’t hand her the clothes. He stared at her body and his eyes took on a yellow hue.
“Kerr?” She crossed her arms over her breasts and pulled her knees up. A frisson of something crawled up her spine. Not entirely unpleasant. Kerr’s breathing increased, as if he was fighting for control. That was never good. On instinct, she leaned forward and stroked his arm lightly.
“Kerr. I need Kerr, not the wolf.”
Kerr caught her fingers and brought them to his mouth. Nibbled at the tips, his eyes never leaving her face. “You’ve got me.” He glanced down at her hand in his and she wondered if he realized at the same time she did that she had touched him, not the other way around.
“I’m going to protect you, Lexi. Remember that.”
Blurb
The Fundy waves are rushing in,
and Lexi’s time is running out…
Very human Lexi Coolen has always been self-reliant and resilient; two traits that helped her survive her adolescence and ultimately escape her mother’s Wolf Pack. For years she’s been avoiding any trace of the supernatural world, looking for a nice, normal place to call home. A charming university town, Wolfville, Nova Scotia might just be the spot.
But when her roommate’s date turns out to be a member of the local Pack, Lexi finds out she’s inadvertently broken Pack law and the price could be her life. She’s got to prove she’s not a threat to the womanizing, annoyingly handsome, Beta leader, Kerr MacDonald.
To make matters worse, Lexi discovers the local Alpha thinks she’s something called a Queller, an unimaginable paranormal treasure. And Kerr is being cagey, in more ways than one. Unable to run, incapable of fighting back, Lexi’s got to figure out a way to keep herself alive against a rising tide of magic, monsters and mayhem.
About the author:
When Taryn isn’t tending to her family and fur-babies, she’s busy wrestling with the demands of her characters from her home in rural Nova Scotia, Canada.
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I love character interviews. Thanks
Thank you, Debra! I’m glad you’re enjoying them.
Glad you enjoyed it Debra!
Loved this post! I can’t wait to read the book.