Thursday, June 13, 2024

INTERVIEW WITH A. MARIPOSA (HEART of the WOLF)

 

Supernatural Central Short and Quick Interview


1. Tell me a little bit about your main character of this book.

Maddy Donovan

Strongminded. Rebellious. Ready to run.

Maddy Donovan has been working hard and paying her own bills since she was 16 years old. She just wants to graduate and get the heck out of town. She doesn't believe in werewolves or any of that paranormal nonsense. That is, until she starts dating one. Gareth calls himself her lifemate, but can she really rely on him? The protection and stability he offers seems too good to be true. Sometimes learning to trust is the greatest adventure.

Gareth Delarosa

Car guy. Army vet. Werewolf. 

A lone Alpha wolf on the run, Gareth came to Black River with no territory and no pack. While hitchhiking through the Adirondack Mountains, he runs across a young girl hiding in a hollow tree during a rainstorm. He helps her back home, but notices something unusual about her scent. That’s when he recognizes his lifemate. 

But how’s he supposed to approach Maddy? She doesn’t know she’s a werewolf. Where is her pack? What is she doing out here all alone? Why hasn’t she Changed yet? He wants to help her, but first he has to gain her trust, and . . . well, Alpha blood runs hot. He’s a little rough around the edges.


2. Do you believe in the paranormal and if so, do you have an experience you can share?

I do believe in the paranormal and I’ve had a lot of experiences! Most recently I was staying at a little AirBnB called Whitehorse Ranch out in the Cascade Mountains. I had a very vivid dream of an old woman hanging around the farmhouse where we were staying. So on the last day of our trip, when my husband was loading up the car to leave, I took a few minutes alone in the house to greet the spirit and ask the spirit why she was hanging around. I encouraged her to leave and move on, and said some prayers for her. Five minutes later, I went to pick up the coffee pot and pour myself some coffee, and the glass pot shattered in my hands! It literally just fell apart and broke all over the floor. Maybe it was a coincidence, but I think that spirit was none too happy about my asking it to leave the farmhouse. Some people might think this kind of stuff is spooky, but I think we live in a world that’s rich in spirits, and we are surrounded by those spirits all the time. Talking and interacting with them is just another way of perceiving the world around us. And yes, my husband thinks I’m a little crazy, and that’s okay. 

3. What titles are you working on now that you can tell us about?

“Heart of the Wolf” is my current ongoing serial novel. I’m separating it into three seasons, so you can think of this first book as Season One, and the next book will be Season Two. The story takes place in a little town called Black River, NY. I had a lot of fun researching the upstate New York area and its local history to add flavor to the book. Maddy and Gareth’s story isn’t just about finding your lifemate, it’s about the natural beauty of living in small town America.

In the world of Black River, not a lot of people know about werewolves, but they're definitely "a thing." The Grayridge Pack have come to town, and now they're stirring up all sorts of trouble for Maddy and Gareth. They're not too happy about another Alpha being on their territory, though technically Gareth was there first. It might lead to an all-out turf war!


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Heart of the Wolf
Black River Moon
Book One
A. Mariposa

Genre: Paranormal Romance
Publisher: Black Butterfly
Date of Publication: 05/31/2024
ISBN: 9780999310298
ASIN: B0D1FKQ35J
Number of pages: 300
Word Count: 120,000
Cover Artist: Theresa Shreffler

Tagline: A steamy paranormal romance about forbidden first love!

Book Description: 

Maddy Donovan is trying to survive her senior year of high school. Her life is far from normal. Her stepdad is a shameless alcoholic. The power bill is due. And she has a math test tomorrow. She's living in survival mode, and she has no time to date that spicy older guy who keeps coming by the hardware store. What's his name again? Right. Gareth Delarosa. Black hair, hazel eyes, over six feet tall--guys that hot don't belong in Black River. He's been her secret crush for the last five years, but there's an age gap, and he's way off limits.

But it seems like fate has other plans. When Gareth saves her life the night of a break-in, she wakes up in his bedroom, in his bed, wearing his shirt. Her secret fantasy is staring her in the face. Oh wait, he's a werewolf? Right. Seems like her luck. True love is about to upend her world.

Welcome to a love story about crossing boundaries, taking risks, healing from trauma and learning to live on the wild side. This is not your grandma's love story! 

Recommended for readers 18+, contains spicy scenes and adult content.

Excerpt: Waking Up in Your Forbidden Crush’s House. Wearing His Shirt. You Know. Normal Things.

“Hey.”

She stiffened. Her heart gave a little flutter. She knew that voice. His deep, husky baritone was unmistakable.

Maddy looked back over her shoulder.

It was him.

Oh good lord.

He stood at the entrance to the kitchen, a towel over one shoulder.

Their eyes met.

She felt a little zap of lightning.

She swallowed. Hard.

Maddy turned around slowly to face him. She was shocked. He was her secret. Secrets were supposed to remain hidden. Not standing before her, face-to-face.

This was her first time standing so close to him outside of work, in broad daylight, without a dark moonlit forest obscuring his physique. His honey-hazel eyes glimmered beneath stern brows. His black hair, a warm tone like rich earthen humus, fell freely past his shoulders.

His massive chest made two little mountains under his white T-shirt. He was very tall and packed with muscle; she guessed him to be three or four inches over six feet.

A full sleeve of tattoos covered each arm. She had never really looked at them before. Up near his left shoulder, partly hidden by his shirt, she saw a vibrant, grinning skull in the sinister style of Dios de Los Muertos. The word LOBO in rustic Southwest font ran down his right forearm, while LOCO ran down the left. If his arms were both down, it read “lobo loco.” His right arm also carried the astrological symbol of a Scorpio, or maybe it was just a big fucking scorpion. The rest of the sleeve was too intricate for her to really appreciate at a glance.

His skin was deep tan. He wore blue jeans and steel-toed work boots. Something like car grease stained his shirt. She wondered, not for the first time, if he worked at a garage.

Maddie realized she was staring with her mouth slightly open. She shut it. She met his eyes again. She really didn't know what to say.

“You hungry?” he asked.

Then he walked back into the kitchen.

Maddy followed him with some hesitation. She felt like a stray cat who had wandered into someone’s house. He set a plate of bacon down on the kitchen table, and she pulled out a chair and sat down. Next to the bacon was a plate of scrambled eggs and two big waffles with maple syrup.

“I didn’t know what you liked,” he said, like he needed to explain why he’d served her an entire breakfast buffet. “Eat up. I’ll finish the rest.”

“Uh . . . thank you,” she mumbled.

She picked up her fork and speared one of the waffles onto her plate. The sight of so much food made her suddenly ravenous. She felt like she had burned ten-thousand calories the night before. She started shoving warm, syrup-covered waffles straight into her mouth.

He continued washing the dishes. The voice on the TV droned on. Maddy’s ears suddenly perked when she heard her name. “Now on local news, five bodies were found in the woods just outside Black River, NY . . . Police are saying animal attack . . . nearby mobilehome abandoned . . . currently searching for Madeline Donovan, a student at Black River High School. If you have any information about her whereabouts, please call . . . .”

So the police were looking for her. Wow. Color her impressed. Someone must have reported her missing. Maybe because of the gunshots. Certainly not her father. Sounded like Dean still hadn’t come home.

Another voice interrupted Maddy’s thoughts, a memory from the night before: “Rough up the guy. . . Toss his place . . . Leave a message.”

Maddy’s hands started to shake.

Her fork slipped through her clumsy fingers. It clattered to her plate. Then to the floor. It made a lot of noise.

The man turned to look at her.

“Sorry, uh . . . sorry,” she muttered.

Her hands clutched the bottom of her shirt as she tried to stop trembling.

He was still watching her. That made it worse. This isn’t normal. Nothing about this is normal. She was in his house. Her head was bandaged, and she was sitting in his boxers and a T-shirt. She felt a weird sense of vertigo. Everything was surreal.

She stared at her plate. Her cheeks were burning. She tried not to think of the unnegotiable fact that she was wearing his clothes, which meant someone must have undressed her the night before, which meant he absolutely saw her naked.

“You okay?” he asked.

“Yeah.”

He shut off the sink. Then he passed through the kitchen and into the living room, where he picked up the remote. He turned off the TV.

“Sorry if that bothered you,” he said.

“It’s alright,” she said.

She turned in the chair. She could see him clearly; he was only about ten feet away. She studied his face again. The light from the window cast shadows beneath his high cheekbones.

Devilish. He had a masculine neck, a cleft chin, a straight nose and a slightly prominent brow that gave his face a stern appearance. His lips were firm and sensual. His lashes were long and dark. His eyes were a bright, unusual hazel color. Sometimes they were green, and sometimes they were gold. She couldn’t tell if he was Native American, Mexican, Brazilian or a little bit of everything. To her, he looked like an exotic model from somewhere warm and tropical.

She felt a flutter in her stomach. It was not a shy tickle, but a steroid-enhanced butterfly striking her ribcage. She liked him so much. But . . . he was an adult, and she was only nineteen.

So, like, probably too young for him. God, she could not stop blushing.

“So what happened last night?” he asked. 


About the Author: 

A. Mariposa is penname for YA Fantasy writer, T. L. Shreffler. She writes Paranormal Romance that's steamy, spicy, a bit gritty, a little messy, and a whole lot of Happily Ever After! Her first PNR series The Wolves of Black River can be described as Shameless meets True Blood. For fans of Alpha males, shifter romance, forbidden first loves and historic small towns, this series is for you. <3








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