Please join me in welcoming Hurri Cosmo to my blog. Hurri is here today answering a few questions about her new release, her writing process, and herself!
Date Published: January 18, 2018
Publisher: Painted Hearts
Hi, my name is Trevor. I’m a wolf shifter. I say that like I know what I’m talking about. I don’t. I was simply running off a ton of steam one day when I was about eleven and bam! Okay, not quite that easy or fast but it happened when I was young and stupid. I’m also gay. I say that like I know what I’m talking about with that too. I simply don’t.
I’m grown up now and living in the big city which has me too busy to much care about either one of those things. I get out and run my wolf when I can, trying like hell to stay out of the local pack’s territories. Belonging to a “family” just sounds like too much work. I honestly don’t have time for such things. Besides, I was told when I was young the color of my wolf was all wrong. Too silver I guess. Metallic. I thought it looked cool in the full moon. “An Alpha would kill ya soon as look at ya.” My grandpa used to say. Course he wasn’t my real grandpa. Just an old man who lived down the street. But he was a shifter too and I thought he knew it all. He probably knew diddly shit either but a guy can’t be too careful.
So romance? Way off the radar.
But then someone started killing wolves. Started leaving lined up broken bodies all in a nice little row next to the high school in my home town and it got me to thinking. If a shifter is killed in his or her wolf state, does he/she stay that way? Were these dead wolves like me?
I had to see what I could do. Kind of like a super hero. Oh yeah. Probably forgot to tell you this. I can turn invisible.
Yep, Ghost Wolf to the rescue.
“Do you… belong to a pack?” I asked.
“Of course. I’m the Alpha. We are three hundred and sixty strong and have been in this area for three generations. The wood, the one where you… um, how should I put this… left your calling card in several places… is mine, too.” He readjusted again, edging closer. “You?”
I could feel the hard blush rush up my neck and sting my cheeks. I couldn’t stop it. But then I saw the edges of Ryan’s mouth go up as well, in what could have been a smile. He was obviously enjoying making me squirm. “I don’t have a pack and I’m not going to join yours. I know what happens, especially to Omegas. My grandpa told me.”
“Omega? You’re an Omega? How do you know if you don’t belong to a pack?”
“I’ve been told by someone because of my… stature… and color, I was an Omega.”
“Color? Wait. Who told you all this shit?”
I took a step toward the door. If I could get out the door, I could shift on the stairs and be out the front entrance in less than a half a minute. But, of course, I ran the risk of someone seeing me. For the second time that day I wished I had my damn ring. First thing after all of this I was going to get the ring back on. For now, though, I could outrun this guy, especially since he would be moments behind me even shifting. “Someone…”
Ryan rose from the chair. “Who?”
I hesitated now that he was on his feet. I met that beautiful blue gaze and all I wanted to do was walk toward the man, not run away from him. “A guy by the name of Keith… somebody.” Figures. I couldn’t remember his last name. Turned out I didn’t have to.
“Keith Karlack? You’ve been with Keith Karlack? You’re kidding me!” Ryan took two large strides and grabbed my biceps in his iron grip again. Shit. That escape plan was blown all to hell. “What did he do to you? Did he… fuck you?” His hands went to the waist of my pants and his fingers dipped inside, a possible intent to pull them down. I wasn’t sure what he thought he would find concerning anything about Keith by doing that, but it didn’t matter. I wasn’t going to allow it.
“What the fuck?” I shouted as I batted his hands away and pushed him hard. This time he fell back due to my effort and not due to his being any kind of a gentleman listening to the word ‘no’. “Are you serious? He did not fuck me! Why would you even ask something like that? Even if he had, it would be none of your fucking business.” I kicked out as hard as I could and got Ryan right in the shin. Fuck, I was mad.
Shocked, Ryan grabbed his injured leg and hopped back another couple steps. “Ouch! What the hell are you doing?”
“You fucking jerk! Get out of my house! What right do you have breaking in here anyway? Get out!”
“Yeah, that’s right. I broke in! But you’re the one who went trying to mark up my woods! You’re the fucker who tried claiming something that wasn’t yours and you don’t even have a fucking pack?”
“And I don’t want one! Now get out!”
Ryan narrowed his blue eyes again. “Fine. I’ll get out. I honestly have to take care of something before we can do this, anyway.” He motioned between the two of us with his hand then put both hands on his hips. “Actually, I need to take care of someone.” He glared back at me. “But you and I are fated to be together. You need to understand that right now! That means you belong to me! Not Keith! You stay away from him.” He strode toward the door, those thick thighs moving that large bulge in the front of his pants from side to side. Damn, I wanted to taste that, my own arousal taking back over my body. I suddenly realized where my gaze had wandered and quickly blinked back up to Ryan’s face. He was flushed. “Don’t tease me. I will take you right here and now.” His voice was gruff and rumbly.
My heart thrilled. Yes! Take me! But that was just my wolf and my dick trying hard to take over my brain. Luckily, I was still pissed. “Like I’d let you.” I glared hard at him.
Once again, the man’s countenance relaxed. “I suppose we can do this right.” He closed his eyes for a moment and when they came back open I could tell he was back under control. “I, as Alpha, need to do this right. First Amanda, then you. Expect me to call on you tomorrow night.” And he was gone.
Amanda? Who the fuck was Amanda?
And call on me? Are you kidding me? Like what, a fucking date?
☆ Author Interview ☆
Congratulations on your new release. Please tell us a little bit about it. What’s your favorite aspect or part of the story? Do you have a favorite character? Who/Why?
This is the first time I have done a “first person” view point. I have done books in the past with just one viewpoint but this one was different. I like that Trevor is a little shit. He has attitude and played up against Ryan’s patience and dominant personality there is some nice fireworks. And I am partial to Trevor because of that.
Are you a planner or a pantser? How much do you know about your story before you start writing? How often does your plan change? Why does this work best for you?
I had to go read what a panster was. Again. I think I am a panster. Mainly because by the definition I read, a planner (or in this case plotter) spends vast amounts of time writing an outline and preparing, researching and organizing. I don’t do that. My book series Ice Dragon Tales (The Servant Prince, The Servant King and The Servant Crown) I actually DID spend a ton of time planning. Mainly because there was so much going on with the plot I had to in order to keep everything straight. Even though this book is equally as large as the first two in that series, and there truly is a lot going on, I didn’t feel the necessity of that kind of planning. And how often do my plans change? All. The. Time.
What is your favorite underappreciated novel?
Of mine? Probably “Forgetting Yesterday”. It’s not out there right now due to Amber Press closing their doors but I think it is so much better than the rating it has.
What did you edit out of this book?
Oh my, tons of stuff. This, like all my books, have always started going in one direction and always end up going in twelve different directions so there were whole plot pieces that never got to see their way onto the screen. One in particular was a love interest for Keith.
What do you think about when you’re alone in your car?
Ha ha. Funny. Plot lines of course, and character development and yes, just like every other author out there, I have conversations with my characters. Or they will have conversations with other characters. I used to get some of my best dialogue on my way to visit my mother every other weekend seven hours away.
What was your favorite toy growing up?
I don’t really remember toys but I DO remember this awesome huge collection of comic books I had. Then this crush I had got sick and my mom ended up giving my collection to him, assuring me he would return them. He didn’t.
If you could time-travel, where would you go?
Right now, since I am obsessing about Merlin, I would love to go back to that time period and just observe.
Who would play you in a movie about your life?
I have been told I look a lot like Patricia Richardson from Home Improvement so maybe her.
About the Author
Hurri Cosmo lives in Minnesota where she holds tight to the idea that there, where it’s cold a good part of the year, she won’t age as fast. Yep, she avoids the truth as much as she avoids mirrors. But one of the reasons she loves writing is reality doesn’t always offer up a “happily ever after” and being able to take control of that is a powerful lure. Being a happy ending junkie, writing just makes them easier to find. Oh, she doesn’t mind “real life” and she does try to at least keep it in mind when she writes her stories, but she truly loves creating a wonderful couple, knowing they will fall in love and have their HEA. Every – single – time. And, of course, that is exactly the reason she loves reading this genre, too. Give her a glass of red wine, some dark chocolate, and her computer, whether she is reading or writing, and she will entertain herself for hours. The fact she actually gets paid to do it is Snickers bars on the frosting on the cake.
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