Full moon isn’t until next week, but I’ve got a furry, howling treat for you a bit early. Author Becky Flade has stopped by to do the 5 W’s about her newly-released paranormal romance Fated Souls. It released just this past Monday and already has some great reviews. So! Let me just step aside here and let Becky hit the highlights.
WHO are your main characters?
Maggie O’Connell has flair. A journalist by trade, she’s also curious, smart, and stubborn as hell. Petite with long, curly auburn hair, brown eyes, freckles, a pug nose and high cheekbones, she’s most comfortable in denim and a tee shirt while singing off-key along with the rock ‘n roll she insists on blasting at a deafening volume.
Aidan Gael is a horse rancher with more secrets than he has friends. Tall, lean & broad shouldered with short light brown hair, rugged features and green eyes. He firmly believes that if he keeps everyone at a distance no one will be a danger to him or in danger from him.
WHAT tropes do you utilize in the story?
There are definitely some damsel-in-distress moments but Maggie’s no shrinking violet; opposites attract; the tortured hero & spunky heroine.
WHEN is the story set and how long does it take to resolve?
The date is not specified but Maggie and Aidan use Google and cell phones so their story unfolds in the recent present and over the course of a year.
WHERE is the story set and why’d you choose that setting?
The drama is set near the fictional town of Trappers’ Cove, Minnesota located near the non-fictional Chengwatana Forest. I chose Chengwatana because I wanted a large federally protected area of wilderness where wolves are natively found; and I made up Trappers’ Cove because I’ve never been to Minnesota.
WHY did you write this story?
It happened by accident. A few years back my dad’s dog died and while working through unexpected grief I started writing a funny but short story about a girl whose werewolf boyfriend peed on her leg while in lupine form. Once I started writing, I couldn’t stop.
HOW is this story different than the last one you wrote?
Wow, that’s a loaded question. They couldn’t be more different. Fated Souls sensuality level is rated “behind closed doors.” And my last published story before Souls was a graphic erotic novella about the First Daughter [yes that one] seducing the Secret Service Agent assigned to protect her.
ABOUT Fated Souls
Investigative journalist Maggie O’Connell went from hard hitting exposés to alien abductions in the blink of an eye, but she did it with style. Her next big lead takes her to northern Minnesota hot on the trail of a werewolf and straight into the arms of Aidan Gael, a horse rancher with way more secrets than he has friends. Maggie may get the story but the man who shares the wolf’s compelling green eyes may end up with her heart – provided they can keep each other alive.
FROM Fated Souls
She watched as the wolf sauntered closer. She followed him with her eyes as he passed by. He really was insanely large. She guessed him at nearly four feet tall and probably near six feet in length. His pelt was beautiful, thick and gray with the occasional fleck of black and silver. The urge to reach out and run her fingers through his pelt was intense, but Maggie thought it would be rude, so she simply watched in awe as he settled down about a yard in front of her. Laying his massive head on his paws he cocked his head to the side and watched her.
“Would you have known I’d been to your little clearing if I hadn’t left the chew toy? Wolves have very sharp hearing and sense of scent; you would’ve been able to smell that I’d been there, right? You’ve been watching over me, haven’t you? That’s really sweet but very human behavior.” The wolf snorted. “Did you think that was funny, offensive, or did you simply get some pollen up your nose?
“This is bizarre; I’m interviewing a freaking wolf, like you can answer my questions. What are you going to do, stomp your foot four times?” This time she saw the humor in the eyes and heard the chuckle. “So you were laughing at me the other night.
“I’m assuming of course that you can understand everything I’m saying to you. Maybe I’ve finally lost what little sense God gave me. Or, I could be sleeping. That is very possible. I tend to have very vivid dreams. Of course, if I were dreaming, you’d probably be answering me with a vague Australian accent not unlike Hugh Jackman’s.
“Well, dream or not, I guess I should introduce myself. The name is Maggie, and if it’s not too much trouble could I feel your fur? I mean, not like pet you. You’re far too beautiful and free to be treated like a pet; you were very National Geographic the other night. But your pelt just looks so soft…” Maggie trailed off, rather embarrassed by her rambling to a creature that wasn’t likely to understand a word she was saying. She started puttering around her small camp and was looking down at her hands trying to figure out why she felt embarrassed when his muzzle bumped her under her elbow.
Despite his size he had moved silently across the forest floor; she’d not even realized he’d stood let alone crossed the few feet between them. But here he was, those startling green eyes only inches away, inviting her to touch him. Maggie ran her hand along his side and felt the muscles corded underneath the silky fur. “Wow,” she said as she threaded her fingers through the strands. She’d repeated the motion several times when she heard a low rumble in the wolf’s throat. The closest comparison Maggie could make was a cat purr. “You like that?” In answer, the wolf licked her cheek with his dry, raspy tongue. Maggie laughed. “Who said I kiss on the first date?”
ABOUT Becky Flade
When I was little I thought everyone had stories in their head. I didn’t find out that wasn’t the case until kindergarten. I remember thinking that was sad; and that I should share the ones I had. I asked my teacher for help. I had her cut, fold and staple the paper into a suspiciously book-like shape. Then I drew the cover art and illustrated the interior pages. Finally, and most importantly, I dictated the text. And violà … a writer was born.
It took thirty years for me to get from that first attempt to being a published author. I think the road thus far has added some depth and experience to my writing. At the very least I learned I shouldn’t ever do my own illustrations.
A city girl, born and bred, I tend to place my stories in and around southeast Pennsylvania, or at least have a character or two from the area. Home is where the heart is and I make mine with my very own knight in slightly tarnished armor, three beautiful daughters ranging in ages from college through pre-school, and a grandson who arrived on my birthday last year. When I’m not busy living my own happily ever after, I’m writing about someone else’s.
I’d love to have you visit with me on my blog; at Facebook and Twitter; on my Goodreads and Amazon author page; or write to me directly at firstname.lastname@example.org.