the Greek myth of Lycaon the werewolf. It’s a Bronze Age fantasy romance set in
the wild forests of the goddess Artemis. My hero is kind of an anti-hero
because of his curse. People hate him because of what they think he did to
deserve such a terrible fate.
to write stories set in the past?
Maybe it stems from a past life. I also feel that supernatural creatures and
magic belongs in a time before technology, when people lived as one with nature
and shadowed places were really dark beyond the fire and candlelight, where
anything could be lurking. I’m working on my first contemporary
fantasy/paranormal and wondering if technology interferes with magic. Not sure
how I’m going to handle that yet.
heroes have in common?
This might be because of the 1980s when male rockers had glorious manes.
heroines have in common?
take care of themselves and don’t need a man to save them. They love a man
because they want companionship, not because they need him. I never liked
stories about helpless princesses so you won’t that in my stories.
quote from The Wolf Queen.
stubborn female I have ever met.”
slave, and if I think you are in imminent danger, I will alert you.”
place do you like better? Ski resort or beach paradise?
and sandy beaches and I’m happy.
Lycaon the werewolf. A Bronze Age fantasy, adventure, and romance set in
Arcadia, the wild forests of the goddess Artemis… Game of Thrones meets The
sorcerer-king Aramon, a power-hungry warlord, who discovers her dark secret and
wants to use her to create an invincible army. When she meets Lycaon, she must
decide if she should trust the cursed, tormented half-man half-wolf who might
be her enemy or her true mate.
a werewolf, is drawn to the mysterious princess. He is torn between helping
Alara escape and using her to gain power over those who despise him.
before his terrible plan is unleashed. Time is running out as the dark moon
approaches. Soon, Arcadia will be overrun with an unstoppable, vicious army
unless Aramon can be defeated. To prevent his victory, the cost is high. As
Lycaon’s affection for Alara grows, it becomes more difficult for him to decide
which to save: Arcadia or her.
she had been warned of Lycaon’s band of misfits, seeing them watching her with
cold eyes made her skin crawl. “Y-you are a goat man.” She stared in
astonishment at the horns, the pointed ears, and goat legs with hooves covered
in thick brown hair. Despite being half goat, he was the most handsome man she
had ever seen with bright, slanted blue eyes and shoulder-length dark brown
hair, some strands knotted into warrior braids. A belted loincloth covered
little, revealing a muscular upper body.
raised a bushy eyebrow. “I prefer satyr.”
other odd-looking people laughed.
opened her mouth to speak again, but the circle parted and a man stepped
forward. A hood covered his head, so she could only see glimpses of his face—a
flash of fang-like teeth, fierce eyes, and lots of dark hair. She shrank back
from the man who looked like a mix of human and wolf.
in Tartarus are you, and what are you doing in my lands?” His voice sounded
like a vicious snarl.
by his appearance, she wondered what the rest of his face looked like beneath
the hooded tunic. Towering over her, his muscles strained against the dark
brown woolen tunic and deerskin leggings he wore. Masculine power encircled him
like a god’s nimbus, in the proud way he carried himself, and in the way he
commanded their attention, for even his companions stepped back and looked at
him with reverence, even the giant who barely stood taller than what glared at
eyed his large feet covered in laced up leather boots, afraid he might kick
her, his anger at her quite apparent by the claw-like hands, partially covered
in fingerless leather gloves, fisted at his sides. All she could see were his
eyes, framed by heavy, dark, forbidding eyebrows, fixated on her from within
the hood. Ice blue and emerald green rings. Fiery golden flecks. Intense and
feral. She would never forget them. He held back his anger, but for how long?
“I-I came…” His fierce stare made her forget her speech.
her musician husband, dog and a number of backyard “pets,” including Godzilla
the desert iguana. Her stories reflect her passion for ancient and medieval
time periods, storytelling and the supernatural. Inspired by the ancient Celts,
her tales are filled with fierce warriors, bold women, otherworldly creatures,
magic, and romance. When not writing, she works as a freelance editor and
practices target archery. She can be found online at http://www.kelleyheckart.com/