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About today’s guest: Cynthia Eden
Cynthia Eden writes paranormal and romantic suspense novels. She’s always loved writing (don’t most authors say that?), and particularly enjoys creating stories about monsters–vampires, werewolves, all of those creatures that haunt the imagination.
Hi, everyone! It is a pleasure to be here today, taking part in the Full Moon of Werewolves fun.
Thanks for inviting me over, Lori!
I love werewolves. I mean, come on—they’re strong, they’re wild, and on really cold nights, they’ve got lots of warm, furry covering.
The alpha wolf, though, has a particular appeal for me. The alpha is the strongest of the strong, the one willing to defend his pack no matter what the cost. An alpha can walk through the fire—and barely feel the burn. And, of course, an alpha is totally devoted to his mate. Bonding for life—what’s better than that?
Oh, yeah, I’m all about the alpha.
I’ve written my share of werewolf novels. Sometimes, my werewolves (or wolf shifters as I tend to call them), are the heroes. In HOTTER AFTER MIDNIGHT (May 08 from Kensington Brava), my hero, Colin Gyth, was a wolf shifter. He was the man who went after a vicious killer to save the woman he loved—and he never hesitated.
But, in IMMORTAL DANGER, my new book (new because it releases today—yay!), I’m afraid that the werewolf in my story, well, he isn’t the hero. Sometimes, even the alphas can be bad.
Here’s an excerpt from IMMORTAL DANGER, featuring my not-so-heroic wolf:
The bones snapped, crunched. The fur melted from his body and the beast that had prowled on four legs slowly stood upright.
Blood dripped in long, slow rivulets down Lucas Simone’s shoulder.
The bitch had shot him. With a silver bullet.
The poison was in his body. He could feel it, eating away at him.
He lifted his right hand. The tips of his nails stretched into three-inch long claws. Clenching his teeth, he drove the claws straight into his wounded shoulder.
His pack gathered around him, heads low, bodies shaking.
The blood poured faster now.
He ripped away the skin, the muscle. Found the bullet. Jerked it from his shoulder.
The silver burned his fingers and he threw it, tossing the bullet far into the night.
In the distance, he could hear the roar of the motorcycle, fading now as the vampire fled.
She hadn’t been his prey. He’d wanted the man.
The rules of the game had changed now.
“We find them,” he said, his voice ringing loud and clear. The wolves around him stiffened, stared with unblinking eyes. “I don’t care how long it takes, but we find them.” There would be no safe place for the vampire and the man.
The wolves began to growl.
He held up his hand. Skin and blood coated his claws. “The vampire is mine.” Blood for blood. The others needed to know the kill would be his.
Lucas threw back his head, rage racing through his body, and howled his fury to the night.
Thanks for checking out my post! And, tell me, what are your thoughts on the alpha werewolf? Good and bad?
IMMORTAL DANGER—03/31/09 from Kensington Brava
Believe in monsters. They believe in you.
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