Snow hasn’t hit the ground—yet, but that shouldn’t keep you from diving into my latest story about love between werewolves in the French Alps. The funny thing about my stories is, they tend to either be set in summer or winter. But when I’m writing them, I’m usually out-of-season. I recall writing Forever Werewolf in the summer. It always works that way. I’m writing ice and cold in 90 degree heat, and melting my characters when it’s below zero outside. (I live in Minnesota; we know our snow.)
Much as I love snow, I promise more than just that in this story, though the snow is a big character in the book. An avalanche traps the hero, Trystan Hawkes, at the Wulfesiege castle and he’s forced into a power struggle between the pack’s resident wolves. As well, he finds himself very close to the sexy pack princess, Lexi Connor, who seems to run the entire castle rather smoothly. Lexi is cool, calm and always in control, except when she’s around Trystan.
Imagine trying to resist a forbidden love interest, to try and escape one another when you’re barricaded in a castle and surrounded by walls of snow?
Those who know me, know I love snow (yet I hate the cold) so I find the fluffy white stuff very romantic. A perfect means to creating a sensual mood is to have snowflakes falling outside the window while the full moon shines in brightly. But watch out, Lexi and Trystan. That moon may reveal secrets you never wanted the other to know.