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Wolfkeeper's Woman. |
Lisa Day, welcome to Romance Lives Forever. We're excited to
interview your character, Wolfkeeper from the book, Wolfkeeper’s Woman.
Genre: Western Romance
Publisher: Lisa Day
Cover artist: Lisa Day
Length: 215
Heat rating: 2-3
Blurb:
Wolfkeeper:
A furiously proud Indian warrior Wolfkeeper killed her
husband and stole her infant son. Hate for the white people filled him. He had
need of the child. His goal; the child must live.
He needed the mother to accomplish that goal. When lust grew
he wanted more than just her body. He wanted her heart and soul. Not anyone or
anything would stop him from his goal. When she refused, he decided to take
them one small piece at a time.
Cassie:
A woman alone with her husband dead and son abducted. She
stood before the one she hated. Her only goal: the child must live.
Cassie soon discovered she had two battles to fight. She
needed to protect herself from him.. He had total control over their lives.
But, now he was demanding her surrender to him. She also needed to save her
son. She would do whatever it took to protect him.
Only the ultimate mother’s sacrifice would save the child,
but would it save her from him?
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What are your main characters' names, ages, and occupations?
Wolfkeeper: A well respected warrior
and leader of The People in his late twenties.
Cassie. A young wife
and mother that is widowed in her early twenties.
Excerpt:
The temperature had dropped during
the night, and Cassie woke up shivering from the cold. They had traveled north and
climbed higher into the mountains. The night time temperature was cold when compared
to the daytime warmth. Cassie was grateful when Prancing Bear brought Timothy to
her. The top of her dress was damp and added to her discomfort. The child’s warmth
helped warm her up a bit.
She was ready to fight this time to
keep him with her. That was until she realized the shadow before her wasn’t Prancing
Bear, it was the other one. She never heard him move, but he was in front of her
now. Cassie really thought that with Prancing Bear, she might have a chance. She
thought his eyes were kind, for a savage. Well, definitely kinder than the one now
here before her.
Once Timothy was gone, it did not
take long for the chilling cold to re-penetrate Cassie to her bones. In her distress,
she began shaking from the cold. Cassie watched through the flickering fire light
Wolfkeeper re-wrap himself as he settled back down. All at once, he sat up with
the blanket wrapped around him. He held the ends open and motioned for her to move
into his arms for the warmth that his body could offer her.
‟No,” Cassie said,
shaking her head. There was no way she was going to move into his arms. She would
freeze to death first.
She overheard him mumble something
while he laughed and turned his back to her. Fifteen minutes later, her teeth were
chattering. Cassie believed death would be soon. At least that was what she hoped
for until she thought about her son.
‟Damn, damn, damn.”
Cassie would have blushed scarlet red at her very first curses, but being cold and
angry won out over primness.
She swallowed her pride and stomped
over to Wolfkeeper. She tapped his shoulder. For some reason, it never occurred
to her that because she spurned his offer earlier, that he would refuse her. until
that moment.
He didn’t. He turned around and allowed
her to move into his arms. Using the blanket, he wrapped them both in a cocoon of
glorious heat. He did take advantage and pulled her tightly against his chest. Cassie’s
nose pressed against him. She had to turn her head to breathe. There was no choice,
she had to rest her head on his chest and let his heartbeat drum into her ear.
The smells of the virile warrior assaulted
her nose; sweat, horse, and leather. But then she recognized soft pleasant scents
similar to different herbs. It annoyed her to find anything pleasant about him,
especially the way he smelled. Wolfkeeper’s body heat poured over her. He was like
a wood stove filling a room with its radiate heat. Cassie’s trembling stopped. She
finally took the comfort his body provided and surrendered to it, falling asleep.
Wolfkeeper on the other hand did not
sleep. Mixed emotions assaulted him. He was giving comfort to the enemy. And he
wanted to put her underneath him. He didn’t only because he needed the answer to
why.
He did enjoy watching the distrust
in her eyes. He also found their light brown shade fascinating. And their little
gold specks danced when her emotions ran high. Smiling, Wolfkeeper knew at least
this night her fear of physical aggression from him would be only in her mind. He
did wonder why thoughts of future nights with her stirred his blood.
Interview with Wolkeeper from Lisa Day’s: Wolfkeeper’s Woman.
Tell us about
yourself.
I am Wolfkeeper. A strong and loyal brave of The People. I
am of the Wolf clan.
Tell us about Cassie.
Cassie, my people know her as Ghostwoman. She completes my
heart. You know the piece that is missing until your search is over and you
find your true mate. My woman has had a hard road to travel. I wasn’t sure she
would find her way to me, but she did. A weaker woman would not have succeeded.
It is hard to forgive someone who brings you pain. The beauty in her heart came
through allowing her to forgive the sadness I gave her.
What do you think is
your strongest point?
My commitment to my family, my people, and my woman. I would
fight to the death to protect each of them.
I will aid my people to make to right choice to protect of
all from those how are our enemy.
I will give all my strength to see my family happy and
strong.
I am of the Wolf clan. We mate for life. My woman, Cassie
will forever be protected and loved by me.
What would Cassie say
is your strongest point?
She tells me I am bull headed. I know, I am strong like the
buffalo bull. But, when I ask her what she means by the buffalo’s head she only
laughs, and tells me that she loves me anyway. White woman still confuse me
especially my own.
What would Cassie say
is your biggest weakness?
She would not say. It would not bring peace into our lodge
if she did.
What was it like where you grew up?
I had a happy childhood. My uncle taught me the way to hunt
and provide for my family. My father saw that I grew into a man that would be a
strong warrior to protect the People. Grandmother shared her words of wisdom
with me, so I could understand what my heart would yearn for and not fear it
desires.
What do you wish was
different about your life?
I grew up knowing the white man was becoming a threat to my
people’s way of life. I also understand we would not survive this coming
evasion. The white man came as the locust destroying everything of beauty in
it’s path and when they moved on nothing would be left. Not even the People.
Describe a place of perfect
refuge.
On a chilly night stilling around the fire in my lodge
surrounded by my children. My woman would be snuggled close to my side. I would
be telling my family the stories of long ago.
About the Author
Lisa Day grew up in the New Jersey
suburbs across from New York City.
This made her believe she was sophisticated. Wrong. She was just a girl from Jersey. In junior high right before the English teacher
destroyed her love of reading completely she discovered novels for teenage
girls. Saved by a love story. As an adult she became a ferocious reader and
easily read two, sometimes three books a day. And yes, her housework suffered.
Many years later now retired and living with her husband.
She renewed her love of novels and this time started to write a few of her own.
Previous Books
The Stepbrother
Another Time and Another Place
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Thank you, Kayelle...you are so easy to work with.
ReplyDelete^_^ I love doing this stuff! Glad you were here, Lisa.
DeleteThat was fun. I really enjoyed it and can't wait to read Wolkeeper's Woman. Very nice girls!
ReplyDeletethanks, Brenda. :) Neat character, isn't he?
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