Stop what you’re doing.
Right now, stop what you’re doing. Turn the TV off, or if you’re at work tell your co-workers to take their cat pictures and GTFO of your office, and give your full attention to the following –
Yes, you read that right. Someone wrote a book about ZOMBIE MOTHERFUCKING WEREWOLVES.
I’ve known Saranna DeWylde for a lot of years. She’s filthy fun. If Google ever created a word cloud for our emails, it would be nothing but smut and Nutella. It was her book I was out buying the day my car got smashed to bits.
Just in time for Halloweenie, her first release for Harlequin is ZOMBIE MOTHERFUCKING WEREWOLVES.
Zombie Werewolves and a Hijacked Passenger Train?
That’s quite the strange combination, isn’t it? In my latest release Claimed By the Alpha, I’ve managed to weave all of that together in one story. I was doing the internet research dance where one thing leads to another, and ended up reading about Kuru, a form of spongiform encephalopathy that’s found among tribes in Papua New Guinea who practice cannibalism. You might be more familiar with bovine spongiform encephalopathy as it’s commonly called Mad Cow Disease.
I kept thinking about werewolves and biting and cannibalism, because that’s how my brain works, and I wondered what would happen if a werewolf had bitten someone who was infected. What would happen?
Of course governments of the world would try to weaponize it, there would be secret conspiracies, and maybe even some shadow conglomerate who wanted to unleash it on the populace. It bloomed into a three novella series. Claimed By the Beast and Claimed By the Wolf, respectively.
It was so much fun to write and Luka and Marijka are one of my favorite couples to date. They’re both very strong. I hate it in books when only person has to sacrifice something. Or only the male is allowed to have honor, or to fight. I think an alpha is even more of an alpha when he can acknowledge his woman’s strengths and be content to allow her to utilize them rather than trying to protect her “for her own good.” In all three books, each person has to sacrifice something as well as face their fears to earn their happily ever after.
What about you? What makes an alpha for you?
Their fingers brushed as she accepted the liquid fortification and Marijka swore she could actually see the flicker of molten gold when their fingertips sparked against each other. The heat that shot through her at the contact was hotter than any fire.
“How do you know this?”
He laughed, a low, rich sound. “Because the inn is empty.”
The hand holding the warm vodka trembled and she downed the elixir. What was left unsaid terrified her more that the words he spoke. Marijka wanted to be very sure she understood exactly what he meant. “Meaning?”
“There are no townspeople here. There were none on the streets but the police and they left soon after we arrived. The infection has spread, Marijka Zolinski. The butcher, the baker and the candlestick maker all run beneath the moon tonight. They all dine on flesh—and if you hadn’t come with me, it would have been your flesh for their meal.”
She slammed the glass down on the table. “And you couldn’t have told me that?” Marijka hissed.
Luka shrugged. “No, I couldn’t. It is the law you must ask for my protection of your own free will.”
“The Aeternali—the Great Treaty.” He said this as if it were something she should already know.
“How do you know there’s infection here? Is it only this strain of lycanthropy, or the CJD?”
“It’s what I was sent to investigate. They don’t all change under the moon. Some change and some are like the walking dead with bloodshot eyes and slavering human mouths, though their bite is infectious all the same. Even to other werewolves.”