Howloween Blog Hop Day 1!

It's here! It's here! Day 1 of the Howloween blog hop! Welcome hoppers!! For your pleasure I've an interview with one of the main characters from my recently published ebook, Pricolici. I'm sure most of you just want to get to the contest details though! Well ... tough!

LOL. Just kidding. So it's really simple. I'm going to be giving away 2 prizes. One is a pdf copy of Pricolici and the other is a $10 Amazon gift card. I'll be using Random to pick the winners at the end of the blog hop from those that 1) Follow me on my blog [old followers just mention that] AND 2) comments on any one of the blogs articles I'm running during the hop. Both of those basic criteria must be met, however, as a bonus, anyone that also likes me on Facebook will get an extra entry! Don't forget to tell me if your facebook name is different from your blogger name!!

And, while I'll only count one entry per person, per day, if you come back and comment again on the 27th, 28th and 29th you get entries for those days as well! So, you can get a grand total of 5 chances to win one of my prizes. Winners will be announced on Tuesday.  **Don't forget to leave contact into! If I can't reach you, you can't win!

Stelian



Hi Stelian. Thanks for agreeing to this interview.

I didn’t really agree. Tucker said I needed to do it. Apparently I’m too much of a mystery.

Is that on purpose?

Is what on purpose? Being a mystery?

Yes.

No, not really. I’m just not big on talking about myself. And I’m usually very busy. I have my business to run, my own haitas, plus the Hunters and I are often busy keeping other haitas in line and ferals put down before they can expose us to the humans.

Well, thanks for making time for me then; I didn't realize you were quite that busy.

It’s not like I had much of a choice. The power’s out. My excuse of having to do paperwork is not exactly logical when it is this dark. Plus Tucker can be persuasive.

I don't think I am going to follow that last statement. What did happen with the power? I wasn’t expecting a meal by lamp light.

Tucker was playing with his magic and zapped the power pole again. It’s a good thing calls route to my cell phone if the house line is down. I’m pretty sure he did it on purpose. And Grecia made the chicken; I’ll pass along your appreciation.

Well how about I just ask my questions then?

Sooner we’re done the better. Please proceed.

What has been your favorite occupation?

Well I’ve certainly had quite a number over my lifetime. Thousands of years on Earth will do that to you. I’ve been a soldier, a blacksmith, a farmer; at one time I even bred horses for a living. But if I had to pick one, I’d go with hunter. My wolf certainly enjoyed it more than sitting here behind this desk. Though, the corporate world can be quite cutthroat. Just last week I managed to purchase a building under a developer’s nose that was planning on building a club too close to mine.

Oh? What are you going to do with it?

I was thinking about giving it to Grecia and Marevin. That woman can seriously cook. She was over just last night to drop off the chicken you enjoyed so much tonight and made this awesome pasta dish I can’t even pronounce for us too. But it was delicious. Besides, I like to help my haitas diversify. The world is changing almost faster than some of us older lupes can keep up with nowadays.

What is your most treasured possession?

My mate. Shit. Ow, Tucker. Okay, so he’s not a possession and he has no sense of humor lately. I keep forgetting he’s learned how to shock me with those little energy bursts and my growl doesn’t scare him anymore.

I guess I don’t need to ask who is the greatest love of your life is then?

No. You don’t.

I'm just going to ignore that look. Moving back a question, so what is your most treasured possession?

If I had to pick one thing, I’d say my father’s gold medallion. The face is almost worn off the front, but I’ve had it since I was less than five hundred years old. He was killed during the war, but he gave it to me before he left.

Were you close with your father?

As much as we could be. I didn't agree with his plans to stay in the lowlands. I wanted to move our haitas into the mountains where it would be safer. He went to war; he didn't come back. So I moved the haitas. I still loved and respected him though, and I wish that he hadn't died.

Speaking of moving, what has been your favorite journey?

Anything by modern conveyance in the last 50 years. Can you imagine what the sea crossing was like back in the 1700s? Pure hell, especially for our wolves. The crew knew what we were, but we had no way to run, no hunting for months at sea. The last time I had to go to Europe it took only twelve hours.

What is your most marked characteristic?

Tucker! Don’t listen to him, that is not what I was going to say. Stop laughing, little lupe, it’s your turn next. And I am not an ass! Why don’t you go practice outside? The moon is just as bright as this lamp.

Okay, are we close to done yet? What else is on that notepad?

Moving it right along then. When and where were you the happiest?

Do I have to answer a question that sappy?

Well, I could bring Tucker back in here to help convince you. I’m sure he wouldn’t mind.  Shall I?

You’re really not very nice to us, are you? Fine. Meeting Tucker. Even though he was a pain in my ass and passed out on me. 

Okay, no more emotional questions. Keep going.

What is your greatest extravagance?

Well, I’m not independently wealthy, exactly; I have to work. Being around for years and years doesn’t mean that I have some corner on the market before things happen. I won’t lie and say that I’m not comfortable though, as is most of the Pricolici. The one thing that might be considered an extravagance is the small plane I own. But, it isn’t just for private business use; it’s also used for haitas business. The Hunters can’t exactly travel commercial when we have to track down feral lupes outside our local area.

You mentioned your age before, and I know you've lived through so many years it boggles my mind. Out of everything, what is your greatest regret?

I thought I said no more emotional questions.

I can get Tucker anytime. Your growling doesn't scare me either.

Fine. Just ... don't tell Tucker I said this. I will always regret that I was unable to protect Phell’s wife. He was my friend for a very long time, and we faced many battles together. I wish that I could have reasoned with him, but he went after my mate. Even more than that, I wish Tucker hadn’t had to kill him. Taking a life, even one like Phell, damages something inside you.  

Now no more inner secret type questions. 

Out of everywhere you’ve lived, where did you like it the best? Where would you like to live, if you could be anywhere?

I like it here, but my favorite place is my cabin in the mountains. It reminds me a lot of the simple lifestyle from my early life. It’s simple, no electricity, no cell service, no computers. Just a single room with a giant bed, a fireplace and acres of forest to roam as my wolf. I plan to take Tucker there in the spring.

What in the hell was that?

You’re asking me?

Well I wasn’t asking the gods and no one else is here. Stay here.  

Is Tucker okay? He didn’t blow anything up did he?

He’s fine but Tucker just called up the mother of all thunderstorms. He’s going to get sick standing out in the rain again; I’m going to go get him. We’ll have to do this later. Or not, damn it; that lightning strike almost hit my car! I partially blame you, you know, you gave him these powers!

You can interview Tucker tomorrow. If I let him live that long.

Well, isn't he just a sparkling example of wit and charm? I hope Tucker will be ready to sit down for his interview tomorrow! In the meantime, check out this excerpt. Don't forget to follow and comment to get your entries to win a free copy of Pricolici or a $10 Amazon GC.

Excerpt:

"Oh yes. You're very special," Stelian said as he bent down to drag his nose up Tucker's neck. A stinging bite at Tucker's ear and a low growl stopped him when he tried to jerk his head back.

"Don't."

Tucker froze at the order from a voice laced with the wolf's growl. The ache he’d felt earlier from the bartender had nothing on the way he felt from the suddenly overwhelming surge of lust that emanated from Stelian.

Something welled up inside him and Tucker felt his eyes shift. Everything became sharper and clearer when he saw through the eyes of his wolf. He knew his normally murky green eyes now shone as golden as the larger lupe's.

Entranced by the angles and shadows he'd missed with his human eyes, Tucker stared at Stelian's dusky skin where it stretched tight over his sharp cheekbones. The Pricolici were mostly old lupes that had emigrated from Romania. They’d passed that coloring on to their pups. Stelian’s Romanian blood gave him a deep skin tone and even the yellow eyes of an excited werewolf looked natural on him, as if he was never fully human.

Tucker couldn't help but lick his lips as he stared at the strange lupe's strong and handsome face that matched the hard, muscular body he’d been pinned against earlier. All lupes were stronger than they looked, but Stelian was taller and more heavily muscled than the biggest male in his old haitas. Unbidden, the power inside Tucker poured forth and met Stelian's aura.

There was a sensation of blending, a mingling of two different yet similar forces. Stelian’s hand was hot against Tucker's neck as he tugged at his chain, pulling his face closer to Stelian's. The lupe's breath puffed against his lips, only inches away from Tucker’s. It startled Tucker and he jerked away, his power snapping back inside him like a rubber band as his chair tipped over backward. Tucker fell over with it, landing on his back. He tucked his body and then rolled into a crouch, facing the larger lupe.

His body was vibrating from growls deep in his chest as he glared at Stelian. "What did you do?" It startled him when his voice became lower and deeper. His inner animal wanted out, but he didn’t know if it was to fight or play.

He didn’t really want to do either. He edged toward the door.

Stelian jammed his thumb at his chest. "Me? I did nothing but answer your call, little lupe.” He smirked. “I’ve been able to feel you for days now, getting closer. You've been in my territory before, in this very room in fact. As soon as you entered the club, I knew what you were."

Tucker stopped and pulled himself erect, his hands clenched in frustration at his sides. Would this lupe ever make sense? "That's impossible! I've never been here before. I'd remember."

"Not in person, but your spectral aspect has been here."

Tucker scoffed. "Spectral aspect? What in the hell are you talking about?"

"I told you. I know what you are. Don't try to deny it." Stelian glared at him and Tucker glared back with equal intensity. He knew he shouldn't antagonize him. Stelian was the strongest lupe he’d ever felt, but he needed answers.

"What am I then?"

"A hultan."

"A hultan," Tucker repeated flatly. He shook his head and crossed his arms over his chest. "What in the hell is that exactly?"

"A priest. A hultan is a priest."

Tucker burst out laughing. He closed his eyes and laughed until tears leaked out of the corners. Stelian growled. Tucker could smell his anger. Normally he’d be running out of the bar as fast as he could, but he couldn’t seem to leave. Now this crazy lupe thought he was some holy man. "I don't think so. I'm not even Catholic. Nor do I wish to take vows of celibacy." Tucker shivered at the thought and rolled his eyes.

Stelian made a dismissive sound and looked at him in disgust. "You’re impossibly young. You know nothing."

"True." Tucker shrugged. He couldn't argue with truth. "I've only been a lupe for six months."

Stelian's eyes widened and then squeezed shut. His hand came up to pinch the bridge of his nose. He took a deep breath. "You transformed on your twentieth birthday?"

"Yes."

Stelian's eyes were still shut but his hand fell to his side. "You are only twenty years old?"

Tucker frowned at Stelian and then folded his arms across his chest. "Yeah, so what? You're all of what, twenty-seven?"

Stelian’s eyes opened and the look in them was full of things Tucker couldn’t fathom. “I am two thousand three hundred and sixteen years old."

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