Welcome to Naughty Boys in the Backseat!
Today we are welcoming Shelley Monro to the blog! She is touring her book, Lone Wolf, with Goddess Fish Promotions. The author will be giving away a $20.00 Amazon gift card to one commentor from the tour. This, of course, means click HERE to follow the tour and comment on the other blogs. The more you comment, the better your chance of winning. Here’s what Shelley had to say about her book, Lone Wolf.
Thanks so much for inviting me to visit Naughty Boys in the Backseat. I’m very excited about Lone Wolf, my new release from Samhain Publishing. Although I’ve written lots of paranormal romance stories, to date I’ve focused on feline shapeshifters. I thought it was time to write a werewolf one. A fine idea in theory, but I needed some flesh to hang on the bones of my naked werewolf story. I thought for months, percolating various plots and ultimately discarding them.
Fast forward a little. My husband and I live in New Zealand, but we’re keen travelers. We made a trip to the US, stopping off at lots of National Parks. Yellowstone National Park was one of the places we visited. I wanted to see two things during our vacation—bears and wolves. We ended up seeing a grizzly bear that was feeding on its kill. Very exciting! The wolves, however, were elusive. I learned later that wolves are difficult to spot during the summer months. Visitors are more likely to see them during the winter since they stand out against the snow. We did hear them howl during the early morning hours. The wolf song was both hair-raising and magical—a sound I won’t forget in a hurry.
This “encounter” with the wolves made me even more determined to write a werewolf story. During the entire time at Yellowstone, I puzzled over my non-existent plot. A strange question popped into my mind—one that would only probably only enter a writers’ brain.
What would happen to a werewolf’s nail polish when they shifted?
While I pondered this question and the answer, a plot jumped to mind. All the separate elements I’d been mentally wrestling with—Yellowstone, wolves, werewolves, and the final addition of nail polish—jumbled together and formed into the plot for Lone Wolf. Yes! I knew exactly how to write my werewolf story.
Lone Wolf is a gay romance, set in an alternative world where humans are clueless and werewolves hold the balance of power. Much of the book takes place at Yellowstone National Park.
And the answer to the nail polish question—Corey Wilson, one of my characters, wears black makeup and nail polish. It turns out shifting isn’t so good for long lasting nail polish. A business opportunity for some enterprising werewolf, perhaps!
And because I like to know these things: Werewolf or Feline Shapeshifter? Are you in Camp Werewolf or Camp Feline and why?
When you fall out of step, that’s when everything falls into place.
R.J. Blake begins a new session tutoring young werewolves in the old ways—before the introduction of the shift-suppressing drugs that allow their kind to live secretly among humans. He expects nothing out of the ordinary. Until sexy, smart, aggravating-as-hell Corey Wilson arrives. Older than the others, son of a powerful Los Angeles pack leader, Corey is an instant temptation he cannot afford.
The last thing Corey wants is three months stuck in the Yellowstone wilderness, followed by the stifling life his father has all mapped out for him. One glimpse of R.J., though, sparks a determination to seduce the older man before he leaves. Yet as R.J. guides him through the sometimes terrifying process of rediscovering his heritage, a deepening respect calls to his artistic soul and fuels a burst of creativity.
When their time comes to an end, Corey senses hesitation behind R.J.’s insistence that theirs was simply a summer fling. Inspiring him to take a leap of faith with consequences neither of them saw coming. A dangerous plot that reaches from the heart of their love to the highest office in the land…
This book contains a young werewolf intent on seduction, an older werewolf determined to resist said seduction, werewolf politics and brutality, a little spilled blood, and hot, naked manlove in the great outdoors.
Shelley Munro – Bio
Shelley Munro is tall and curvaceous with blue eyes and a smile that turns masculine heads everywhere she goes. She’s a university tutor and an explorer/treasure hunter during her vacations. Skilled with weapons and combat, she is currently in talks with a producer about a television series based on her world adventures.
Shelley is also a writer blessed with a vivid imagination and lives with her very own hero in New Zealand. She writes mainly erotic romance in the contemporary, paranormal and historical genres for publishers Carina Press, Ellora’s Cave, Liquid Silver Books and Samhain Publishing. You can learn more about Shelley and her books at her blog and you might even find her lurking at Facebook or Twitter
Purchase link: Samhain Publishing
Excerpt: Lone Wolf by Shelley Munro
R.J. struggled to maintain a neutral expression. Corey Wilson wore black—everything from the tight T-shirt to the leather jacket, jeans and biker boots. His long hair hung in lank strands, unnaturally black and harsh against his pale cheeks. Black eyeliner outlined his brown eyes. And…R.J. thought the kid wore mascara. There was no doubt about the black lipstick. The knowing smile on those painted lips finally jerked R.J. back to professional.
It took him a second or two longer to realize Corey returned his scrutiny with equal intensity and to register the interest flaring in the kid’s face.
R.J. took in Corey’s muscular thighs and broad chest. Not such a kid, despite the air of city softness. Corey Wilson was an adult and his face bore frank awareness of R.J. He offered his hand and R.J. stared, off balance and at a disadvantage. No one—man or woman—ever surveyed him with such blatant lust.
“My father informed me I’d find things different out here, but I’m sure he told me this was the place to learn manners.” Silent laughter trembled in the words, yanking R.J. from his trance. He extended his hand, his callused palm meeting snow-white skin. He grasped the kid’s hand and shook it, tempering his strength.
The firm grip dragged his glance to Corey’s fingers. “You’re wearing nail polish.”
“There’s a law against painted nails?” Corey’s quizzical smile offered a glimpse of startling white teeth.
R.J.’s eyes narrowed. Not only did the kid dress like a Goth, but he bore a smart attitude, which didn’t bode well for the next three months. “Come and help me load your luggage. We’re keeping everyone waiting.”
“Can’t have that.” Corey’s lips curved into a genuine smile, the expression taking him from smart-ass, weird Goth to another beast entirely.
R.J. jolted from his sensual haze. Fuck! Hal was right. This kid spelled trouble and unfortunately he’d scored the job of babysitter for the next three months.
“Here’s my luggage.” Corey indicated a man pushing a trolley laden with bags.
R.J. studied the four matching black bags. Expensive designer luggage. “All of it?”
“Yeah, I wanted to make sure I came prepared for every eventuality.”
R.J. gave a clipped nod, starting to gain an inkling of why Corey Wilson’s family wanted to ship him here for the summer. The kid—man—was trouble waiting to happen. An ache sprang to life at his temples, its nagging presence hovering like a stormy cloud.
“Can you grab two and I’ll take the others?”
Corey waggled his painted nails in front of R.J. “I’d hate to chip my nail polish. Is that our bus? I’ll wait with the others.” He sauntered away without a backward glance, leaving R.J. to tip the porter and load the bags.
Purchase link: http://store.samhainpublishing.com/lone-wolf-p-6304.html