1) Tell
us about the world your novel set in (eg: witches, ghosts, creature, etc).
My novel is set in a world where shifters, shamans, and humans all coexist, though not without their own set of complications and politics. The main setting for this series is around Ricketts Glen in Pennsylvania, a heavily wooded area with a lot of waterfalls. I felt like it’d be the perfect setting for shifters, because there’d be a lot of room to run free.
2) What
makes your world/character different from other books in the same genre?
When I set about to writing a shifter series, I wanted to make sure there were elements to set it apart from the typical shifter tales. One thing that influenced the world was the inclusion of shamans, especially that they’re the origin of the shifters. In the Tribal Spirits universe, shamanic magic is what first created the shifters, when the shamans bound Great Spirits to humans. These Great Spirits continue to be an integral part of the world, because the governing force in the shifters, the Tribe members, are bonded to those same Great Spirits by way of shamanic ritual. This gives them special abilities like compulsion over other shifters as well as elemental magic at their disposal.
3) What
is your favorite type of Paranormal story to read?
My favorite paranormal stories usually involve vampires and shifters, though I’ve fallen for a few with multi-faceted worlds including witches, fae, etc. With urban fantasy and paranormal romance, while I enjoy the singular paranormal elements, I feel more drawn to ones that explore multiple different types, which creates a more varied and interesting world.
4) Is
this book part of a series?
It’s book five, the final one in the Tribal Spirits series!
5) Do
you believe in the paranormal? If so, have you ever had a paranormal
experience?
I do believe in the paranormal—at least ghosts. When I was in college, we used to go ghost hunting to all the local haunts (pun intended) around the town, and there were a lot of creepy occurrences and even a few sightings when we went. Pennsylvania’s rife with ghosts, and our area had several big urban legends like the Gates of Hell, and the hanging in the Twin Tunnels.
6) Are
you planning on writing more in the paranormal world?
I’m currently continuing my fae rockstar romance series, but I also hope down the line to try my hand at a vampire novel, or something involving ghost hunting—I think both would be fun.
7) What
are your upcoming projects?
Apart from the next book in my fae rockstar romance series, Discord’s Desire, I’m heading into contemporary romance for a spell. First, I’ve got a new contemporary romance series, The Eros Tales, all loosely based upon Greek myths, and then I also have a new series I’m starting out with called Dungeons and Dating, which revolves around the owners of a board game café!
The sparks of Ally and Drew’s old relationship ignite, but their broken pasts and a final fight against Mackey Kendricks threaten any hope of a future.
After Drew fell in with the Landsliders and destroyed his former pack, forgiveness isn’t something he deserves. However, no matter how hard the Tribe has tried, Mackey Kendricks can’t be stopped. So when they narrow down the vicinity of the monster’s hidden lair, the Tribe calls upon him again, this time for one of the most dangerous hunts—a recon mission to find the exact location.
However, when his former flame Ally signs on as the other member of the team, their attempts at avoiding each other crumble to the ground. No matter how hard they both try and no matter how many times they’ve walked away, the flame has never extinguished between them. This time, Drew’s fought for his redemption, changed for the better, and the relationship that blooms between them, for once, might stand a chance.
All they have to do is survive the fight against the biggest, baddest shifter on the East Coast.
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Excerpt:
Thanks, sweetheart.
Ally paused in the middle of brushing her teeth as bile rose in her throat. Sweat pricked her temple and she gagged the peppermint toothpaste into the sink. Mere minutes in Mackey Kendricks’ presence and he haunted her nightmares again and again. And now she was heading out to stalk the beast to his own den.
A knock sounded on her front door.
Ally sagged over her sink, digging her palms into the cool porcelain. She knew who waited on the other side. Her heart lurched in response, a reflex she couldn’t help whenever he was in proximity. If she was going to be spending the next stretch of days up close and personal with Drew Williams, then Ally needed to strap on Kevlar, because he infected her like a computer virus, scrambling her mind and heart every time. The idea that she had gotten tangled up over her ex-boyfriend was cute—their mess traveled down to the roots.
They might’ve kept it a secret from their packs and families, but Drew Williams was her mate.
Ally tugged her freshly highlighted hair back into a ponytail and clapped a hand on her scarred thigh as a reminder. Drew had changed, and so had she. They weren’t the same people they’d been two years ago before she’d dumped him. Before Drew had joined up with the enemy and split their pack apart.
The knock sounded on her door again.
Ally splashed icy water on her face and headed out of the bathroom. Her pulse pounded in double time when she approached. Nerves over the mission, obviously. She was two steps from the door when it creaked open on its own.
“We don’t have the thousand years necessary for you to finish getting ready.” Drew’s droll voice echoed through the house as he strode inside. The familiar tone made her bare her teeth on instinct while her mountain lion lunged in her chest.
“Try an ounce of patience, Williams,” she responded through gritted teeth. “Not even asking for an average amount. An ounce.”
Drew shut the door behind him and turned to face her. A breath hitched in her throat at the full sight of him. Even though he was a bad decision in human form, Drew’s looks placed him in Hollywood territory. He had a jawline sharp enough to slice, an arrogant nose that fit him all too well, and tan skin that glowed like he’d spent days basking in the summer sun even though early spring had just arrived. His hair, long enough to tug, gleamed like molten gold and the wicked arc of his eyebrows complemented his mocking smile.
“Well, we both know I’m not average in anything—even my lack of patience,” Drew drawled, hooking his thumbs through his belt loops. He leaned against the wall.
“Excuse me while I eyeroll myself into a seizure,” Ally shot back. She dipped down to snag her blue tote from beside the couch. Even after living here a couple of months, she thought of this place as Lana’s, not hers. Probably because her bestie’s name was still on the deed—Ally just acted as caretaker for the cheap rent. Besides, any day now, Lana and her fearsome Tribe mate would be returning for a temporary stay to make this house comfortably crowded.
Ally sucked in a breath and made her way to the door. She’d had to argue with Dax for days to take this recon assignment even though the prospect terrified her. But her alpha’s mate, Sierra, was due in less than a month with the first cub or pup between the united Red Rock and Silver Springs packs. Dax needed to be there for the birth of his kid. Ally wouldn’t budge on that one.
“Let’s get this misery tour on the road,” Ally said, flicking off the lights. She followed Drew out to the landing and locked up behind her.
By the time she’d spun around, Drew had slipped his aviators on and sauntered toward his Cadillac. “I’m driving,” he called.
Cocky asshole.
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