Thank you so much for having me on your blog. I’m very excited to share Unnatural Allies, Book Two in the paranormal romance series, Shifting Alliances. Although part of a series, it can be read as a stand-alone novel.
What is your favorite dessert/food?
Coffee ice cream, chocolate pudding and flan. I like any dessert of a semi-liquid substance you have to eat with a spoon that slides down your throat. No matter how much you have eaten, you can still find room for it.
Do you have a view in your writing space? What does your space look like?
I write where I am. I don’t have a home office and like many other authors, I have to write in small slices of time in between job, family and community obligations. Like many other authors, I have to write in small slices of time in between job, family and community obligations. So I write at the dining room table, on the couch with my feet up on the coffee table, on the metro on my way to work, on sticky plastic chairs while waiting for my daughter’s lessons du jure, and struggling through odd jazz choices in local coffee shops. There’s no one way, or one look. When I can write, I do, wherever I am.
My hero, Evan, is rat shifter alpha. He is strong but kind. He is skilled at managing groups, because the strength of the rats is in the pack. He values intimacy but won’t run away from a fight, which he tends to win. He escapes into poetry, an unusual habit for an alpha but he finds that the rhythms and images feed his need for intimacy and spark insights into managing groups. He sometimes struggles with personal priorities, letting his loyalty to his pack intrude into his personal life.
Tell us about your heroine. Give us one of her strengths and one of her weaknesses.
Nicca is a lone wolf and the wolf pack beta. Loyal, calm, rational, she is committed to her work and is the woman everyone relies upon. A hard-wired introvert, she tends to keep to herself, often running long and hard to manage her powerful wolf. When she has time, she loves photography, and hides cameras throughout the forest to sneak photo shoots when she can. She is stocky and strong, and does not see herself as attractive. She loses herself in her work, and ignores her own emotional needs. As a result, she carries a soul deep loneliness that does not believe will ever be quenched.
Do you prefer to read in the same genres you write in or do you avoid reading that genre? Why?
I write and read the same genres – paranormal and science fiction, romance and just straight from the glass. I’m an explorer by nature. I love books that create new worlds, bust up rules, and come up with new ways of being human. It’s a truly great pleasure to build those worlds myself. It offers me a different way of exploring.
Do you have any words of inspiration for aspiring authors?
Find your own way. One of the greatest gifts of the internet is that you can meet so many authors, who are usually happy to share their stories and what they have learned along the way. The downside is the belief that there are rules that you should follow—word counts, number of social media sites, etc… It’s easy to get overwhelmed by the expectations, especially as we each have unique challenges. Figure out the rules and patterns that work for you. If you can only write 200 words a day, embrace your style, and ignore the others who insist you have to write 1000. If you can only write for an hour three times a week, do that, and forget word counts. Hate FB, but love blogging. Do it. Just figure out your way, and make that the best it can be. Filter advice through your realities.
Please tell my readers a little bit about your book.
The blurb tells it all.
A World in Transition
Violent fae encroachment on shifter land is heating up. With death tolls rising, the impossible becomes necessary – an alliance among predator and prey shifters.
An Inconceivable Love
Nicca Baron, lone wolf and wolf clan beta, finds herself under the command of Evan Grant, the rat alpha. In different circumstances, he’d be dinner. Or so her wolf keeps reminding her. Evan proves to be a perceptive leader, a skilled fighter and irresistible to her lonely heart.
To rule the rats, you have to rule the pack. Evan is a whiz at managing people and groups. Until he finds himself leading a mission made up of every single large animal that thrives on rat flesh. And not the kind between his legs. The only bright light is Nicca. Her storm gray eyes miss nothing, her brilliant mind comprehends everything and her succulent curves offer the perfect place for a rat to nestle.
An Impossible Future
In each other’s arms, Nicca and Evan discover love and a new perspective in an off-kilter world. But a wolf cannot mate with a rat, no matter the strength of the human attraction.
Evernight Publishing: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/unnatural-allies-by-shari-elder/
Evan had never seen Nicca look frightened before. Those silver eyes expanded into saucers, and they were still beautiful. He wanted to wrap her in his arms, just hold her close as they both tried to process a world spinning out of control. Even his rat wanted to comfort her.
She was getting under skin and fur.
The last leaves hung limp on the branches, resisting winter’s pull. Away from the sidhe, the air had warmed, although the sky retained a grayish winter hue. Shifter bodies held heat, keeping them comfortable in the most brutal frost. Evan burned hot from continuous movement, the too frequent adrenaline spikes, and Nicca’s nearness. Everything about her fit, like she was made for him. That agile mind, open-mindedness, those lush curves. Hell, she even spouted poetry. He yearned to put a sign around her neck—no trespassing, this woman belongs to Evan Grant.
Except for that whole wolf thing…
“Why don’t we find a comfortable place to set up camp near Fairy Falls and call it a day?” he said to get his mind back to practical things, not wishing for something he couldn’t have. He told himself he selected the location as part of the mission. All species declared the pristine, wild falls a safe zone, so they wouldn’t need the wolves or eagles to stand guard. The fact that it was the number one rated site for shifter romances had nothing to do with the selection. Nothing at all.
No one would ever accuse Nicca of talking too much, but she was withdrawn even for her on the hike to the Falls. “Any suggestions on places to sleep?” he asked when her silence got too loud for him.
“I’ve, uh, never really been here,” she whispered, looking at the ground. “Just run by it on patrols sometimes.”
“And that makes you sad?” He itched to run his hand down her cheek.
“This mission makes me sad.” Her gaze stayed lowered as she walked.
His rat senses perceived a deep despondency wrapped around her like a black aura.
“This mission makes you angry, anxious, and confused. Not sad.”
“Who are you to correct my assessment of my emotional state?” She gave him a half-hearted snarl. He figured he’d hit an open, raw nerve.
“I lead this mission, and I will not have you fall apart on me. Right now, you are not okay.” He opened his arm, aping Rafe’s earlier action, inviting her to him to take comfort. “Let me help.” Let me touch you.
She visibly shook herself, ignoring his outstretched limb. “You’re right. I need space. Let me run as wolf.”
He dropped his hand, then nodded to cover the ripping sound his heart was making. “Stay close,” he said over the lump of disappointment lodged in his throat. “Give me your backpack, and I’ll find a place to sleep. Meet me at the falls when you’re done.”
Relief brightened her eyes. Once shifted, she brushed against his leg, then licked at his hand dangling by his side. He ran his fingers through her thick, gray fur touched with black and silver as she trotted off. “Grab some happy, Nicca,” he said into the air, as she raced out of sight. Come back to me. Accept me.
Alone, he hummed as he walked toward the falls. The low tune soothed his skittish rat, who hated being alone and wasn’t too fond of the woods. Rats felt secure in the pack. The human in him appreciated the red gold of the sunset streaking across the powder blue of the sky, weaving in and out of spiky, hunter green firs that ate up the landscape. Beauty truly did soothe an aching heart. The whirr of winter birds, a chorus to his ears, unnerved the rat. He picked up his pace, following the smell of ice and the roar of the falling water.
When he arrived at the falls, he saw Nicca standing at the edge of the descending water, running her fingers through the stream. That sadness he’d sensed earlier scented the air and dulled those unique gray eyes. Following a powerful intuition, he approached quietly, staying upwind so she wouldn’t notice until he stood directly behind her. She may have rejected his offer of support earlier, but he was determined to try again. His way.
She turned to face him, and tilted her head up to meet his gaze. He pushed behind one ear a lock of hair that was draped along her cheek. The tresses felt like silk, the skin velvet against his fingertips.
He leaned over, touching lips to lips ever so gently. Giving comfort. Sneaking a taste. Exploring what might be. She pressed back, her mouth opening slightly beneath his. He sank into cherry and cinnamon, shyness and heat. She didn’t require a friend; she needed a lover. He desperately wanted to be that man.
He pulled back, falling hard for the blush staining her cheeks a bright pink.
“Follow me,” he said, taking her hand, and led her to the camping spot he noticed along the way.
To love a wolf.
Hello, I’m Shari. By day, I crawl out of bed, mainline coffee, walk the dog, get my kid off to school, hop on the metro, and save cities within the four walls of my office. Usually by email.
At night, the other Shari emerges. I take off the suit, curl up on the couch and let my imagination play, with words and images until stories take shape (while periodically checking on my teen-ager, hiding out in the bedroom and plotting world domination with her furry minions). As my alter ego, I save cities in a cape and spangled tights, wander space and time on a surfboard, fly over the Himalayas on feathered wings, make six-toed footprints in indigo talc snow on the sixth planet in the Andromeda galaxy or eavesdrop on Olympian gods while pretending to whip up a bowl of ambrosia.
In all these wondrous worlds, romance and passion blossom. I can’t resist a happy ending. And I am particularly prone to writing happy endings for those who have given up on ever getting one. That gives me immense satisfaction.
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