So High Tide at Harvest Moon is set in the valley I grew up in. I figured it would be a perfect place, given that it has tons of ghost stories, love stories, war stories…you get the picture. One of my first steps was to interview the characters. Here’s a snippet of my hero’s interview. I hope you enjoy!
Interview with Kerr MacDonald
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.
Are there many others like you?
What, I’m not pretty enough for you?
Do you enjoy being a werewolf?
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.
“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?
“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.”
High Tide at Harvest Moon
She’s haunted. He’s lethal. Trust issues, anyone?
Finally, Lexi Coolen has a home. Or so she thinks. Bouncing around for over 10 years, she’s discovered she’s safest on her own. Shaking off the shadow of being a teen amongst werewolves has been tough, but she’s always managed. Until she met Kerr.
Kerr MacDonald messed up. Letting a rival pack’s pet human move into town without permission is bad for business. Fixing things should be easy, except he’s torn. Force her out or claim her as his own?
High Tide at Harvest Moon is the first installment in the Fundy Bay Pack series. If you like strong, independent heroines, sexy heroes too used to getting their own way and small-town quirkiness, you’ll love Taryn Blackthorne’s new paranormal romance. Buy your copy today!
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.