I'm thrilled to have Mel Teshco here with us today. She pens tales for Ellora's Cave and Harlequin's Silhouette, Nocturne Bites. Her paranormal romances may be short stories, but they never lack in detail or depth as she draws the reader into her worlds. Please give Mel a warm welcome.
***Contest (for 18yrs or older only): Mel's been kind of enough to offer a free e-book to one lucky winner. All you have to do is answer the question at the end of the interview and you'll be entered to win. Good Luck!
Mel, why don't you start by telling us a little about yourself.
I’m a ‘life begins at 40’ mother of three girls (21,13 and 4), wife of a long suffering husband (g) – and of course, writer! I live in Australia (Queensland) on ex dairy country land, the rolling green hills of a small acreage with huge gum trees and enough room for our three horses and four cats =)
Without giving too much away, tell us about your new release, Moon Thrall.
Elyse is an almost 25 year old woman escaping from her violent ex-fiancée. She is drawn to a cabin in the vast inland of Australia, where she meets the enigmatic Dane Maddox. Despite her tormented emotions, she cannot resist him. What she doesn’t realize is not only is she a werewolf, she’s Dane’s weren—werewolf mate.
I’ll paste the book trailer : http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4R8LTizr5KY
Tell us about your heroine, Elyse Wellston. What kind of woman is she? What is her first impression of Dane Maddox?
Elyse is strong—she lived with a fiancee who tried, unsuccessfully, to crush her spirit. Even so, she lives in fear of him, is aware she will need to keep a life on the run if she hopes to remain free. It’s only when she meets the gorgeous and irresistible Dane Maddox that she begins to wonder ‘what if’.
Tell us about Dane Maddox. What kind of man is he? What does he look like? It’s okay to make us drool. Lol What is his first impression when he meets Elyse?
Dane Maddox is a recluse, a very rich recluse! He’s an alpha you wouldn’t want to cross, but he’s also very fair. He has dark hair feathering to his shoulders (a little overlong...enough to run your hands through) is tall, strong and lean. He’s just…YUM! His first impression of her is in his werewolf form, so it’s pretty lustful and yearning =)
Your tale is about werewolves. Do you follow the traditional werewolf mythology or have you created your own back-story?
Being that this is a novella, I didn’t put a whole lot of focus on the werewolves back-story, just dropped little hints here and there. But no, aside from the full moon and its consequences, this is definitely not like traditional werewolf mythology.
What is a weren and what does it mean to be one?
A weren is the perfect female mate, a werewolf soul mate. But it is the weren’s responsibility to find her alpha wolf. Her beast instincts will be drawn to find him. It means a loving, lifetime commitment, something rarely found.
What do you find most rewarding about writing?
I’ve had a lot of ‘careers’ in my life and writing is definitely the only one that satisfies me on a deep level. To create new worlds, characters that readers care about, a plot that unravels and often, surprises even me—nothing out in the workforce beats that!
Do you have a favorite reference book or website?
I don’t do a lot of research, at least not until I’m in the thick of the book. As things flummox me (can’t believe I used that word LOL) I’ll use trusty google when I need to, or sometimes I’ll post a question on ROMAUS (romance writers of Australia) of which I’m a member. Or if it’s more paranormal related, I’ll post to the Darksiders blog: http://darksidedownunder.blogspot.com/ where other great speculative fiction writers are happy to help.
I occasionally (okay, more than that!) visit Brenda Hiatt’s ‘Show me the Money’ cause I like to keep track of publishers, and where I want my writing to head.
What are your current projects and works in progress?
Right now I’m close to finishing my third “Winged & Dangerous” gargoyle story. I’m also wrapping up a short novel which features three alien heroes, with a working title, Brothers of the Otherworld. I do have another shifter story ready to go, but not sure as yet where this one is headed.
You can find Mel at:
My website: http://www.melteshco.com/
My blog: http://melteshco.blogspot.com/
Lovecat blog: http://lovecatsdownunder.blogspot.com/
Darksiders blog: http://darksidedownunder.blogspot.com/
Is there anything else you’d like to tell the readers?
Thanks so much for reading my work, and I truly do appreciate each and every comment that is sent. I’m only happy people enjoy the vortex of words swirling in my head that I get to put on paper (g)
Thanks so much Karen for having me!
Please check out her Gargoyle series, too. I loved these tales!
***Contest question: What do you love about a werewolf hero?
(PG 13) Excerpt: The werewolf sank onto his belly among the tall, brittle grass, staying motionless and ever watchful as he peered over the rim of a fissured escarpment knotted with weeds.
A log cabin some forty yards below sat smack bang in the middle of a bare paddock, scorched dry by a long gone Australian summer and a seemingly endless drought. Only a distant line of gum trees broke the desolation, framing the night sky like shadowy sentinels.
He shifted restlessly. His werewolf muscles, used to the flex and shift of a loping run, were stiff from his vigil that had seen him return here these last two nights.
Beneath his thick black pelt his skin prickled with anticipation. The waiting was the hardest. Sheer willpower alone kept him frozen in place even when he was primed to explode from the thicket of yellowed grasses. But there’d be no racing against fate.
With the moon big and fat on the horizon, soon there would be no more waiting, no more hiding.
There were no signs of life inside the cabin. No lights broke the darkness, no television screen flickered. Not even a wisp of fireplace smoke lingered in the crisp winter air.
A mortal would assume the dwelling was unoccupied. The werewolf knew better.
He slunk lower still in the tall, dry grass, whining low as his ears pricked forward, alert to the sudden movement inside the cabin.
The woman, his weren, had awakened.
Seconds later the door swung open. She appeared in the doorway, very much alone, the moonlight turning her long red-gold hair to flame.
The werewolf’s tongue slipped out, sweeping a semicircle around his whiskered muzzle.
She looked surreal in her virginal high-necked and long-sleeved sheer white dress. The full moon lit up her slender silhouette and showcased the swell of her breasts, her almost flat belly and the dark triangle of her p*** between her thighs.
A growl rumbled deep in his chest, his belly tightening.
But still he didn’t move, though he could feel the vibrations of her emotions—anxiety, confusion, lust. The latter would intensify very quickly after her change, until every other sentiment would cease to exist, cease to matter.
He had hoped she’d come to realize she wasn’t dreaming, hoped her subconscious would come to terms with her psyche long before she’d arrived here. But it was obvious she was clueless.
Most werewolf parents chose not to break the news to their children of their birthright, preferring they enjoy a normal childhood—and indeed, for a short time, adulthood—for as long as possible.
But in his experience, it was better a werewolf knew and accepted who they were well before their first complete transition on their twenty-fifth birthday. Well before the thrall of the full moon, and its sexual pull, overcame them.
Even now, unbeknownst to her, the male in him was stimulating her senses, inciting her change and a deep yearning for her wolf-mate.
His hunger for her was twofold.
He whined again, watching her stumble outside, her hands pressed to her belly. He lifted his snout, scenting the air, tasting her pheromones. Need lanced straight to his loins, turning his whine into a barely restrained howl.
But he would not approach her now. Her transition was almost upon her. The agony of change would, for a few minutes at least, override all else.
The woman abruptly flung back her head, the moonlight flooding her pale face. She spread her arms wide and laughed aloud, spinning like a top to a rhythm she had yet to understand.
His eyes narrowed, distorting the vivid abstract colors of his werewolf sight.
It was time to make himself known.
Elyse Wellston laughed again, the sound even more discordant and shrill. No surprise. She’d known these last few days she was going stir-crazy. Her emotions, already shot to pieces, had been seesawing right off the charts.
After close to five years living with a possessive, carefully masked madman, she’d chosen now to fall to pieces? She was only glad Caleb, her monster of a fiancé—ex-fiancé—hadn’t yet succeeded in tracking her down to witness her slide into insanity.
She swallowed. If she stuck to her plan, stayed solitary, invisible, she had at least half a chance to outmaneuver his far-reaching tentacles, his powerful influence.
Her belly cramped, much more painfully than what she’d experienced just minutes earlier. She bent over double. Laughter skidded into a strangled gasp, sweat beading on her forehead and upper lip. Pain, sharp and intense, exploded behind her eyes, a tunnel vision of swirling, too-brilliant colors.
Her legs collapsed beneath her and she slumped to her knees with a groan, her throat convulsing, her skin rippling.
What is happening to me?
What a excerpt! Thanks for sharing, Mel.