Hunger Moon is now available on Amazon, and Smashwords.
I'm waiting for Barnes & Noble to finish processing the file. This is my
second official work as an Indie author, but it's the first novel. I've poured my heart and soul into this story for the last three years, so forgive me for gushing. :)
I spent
over a solid week wrestling with the various requirements and vagrancy of
three different publishing platforms. Amazon's Kindle was the most familiar and
also the easiest. Smashwords proved to be relatively simple also. After a few
hours, I managed to format and upload my document, and had gained approval for
their premium catalog within an hour or so. Nit-picky B&N required me to
remove every page break and replace them with section breaks. *Grumbles*
Hunger Moon is different from my romance novels in the sense that the
focus of the story is on the heroine's journey instead of the romantic
relationships. It's a series and it will be many more novels before the story is through.
Naming
my series was tough. Ultimately, I called it "Norse Werewolves Urban
Fantasy" for lack of more creative inspiration. Original, eh? The story title "hunger moon" was
easier and comes from a Native America term for the month of February.
Victoria
Storm is a Valkyrie, a priestess of Freya, a nurse and also the Alpha wolf of
her werewolf pack. When I created Victoria, I wanted to explore new territory
and it seems like Alpha female leaders are a possibility that hasn't been
widely covered.
Creating
a complicated character with goals and motivations led to a number of
interesting developments. My heroine is nurturing and emotionally aware. In
combat, she kicks ass and takes names, but she isn't more macho than the guys
she stands toe-to-toe with. Victoria is short—less than five feet—and she knows
she's short. She's got something of a Napoleon complex about it and nothing
pisses her off faster than being teased about her height. She also
carries a great burden of guilt due to tragic events in her past, and while she
longs for freedom, the burden of duty weighs her down.
My
werewolves are all descended from the great Norse wolf, Fenris, who is a child
of the god, Loki. Eight hundred years ago, the wolves were driven out of the
Norselands and came to North America. As a result, they have strong ties with
Native American culture and heritage. The story is also set in the modern era,
so I couldn't cling to too many vestiges of an ancient way of life.
One thing
that really stuck, though, was the Viking warrior culture. I kept the old Norse
gods, so their interest in achieving a glorious and honorable death in battle—in
order to be able to enter their version of paradise—really became a dominant
theme in my stories. Living to die well, if you will. Or as Klingons would say:
It's a good day to die.*
*And Crazy
Horse before Worf.
When
honor is important, saving face becomes imperative. Victoria attempts to
maintain her bravado throughout the story, and it leads to some dramatic, and
some funny, moments. The following excerpt is an example:
Victoria
felt him before she saw him. His power washed over her with the force of an
incoming tide, as dark, mysterious and unstoppable as the ocean. Her wolf rose
to answer his in instinctive response, defiant and determined. She challenged
his power and altered the irresistible flow so it passed around rather than
over her. Before she reached the office entrance, the male werewolf responded
to her presence and surged to his feet. He rounded the desk, demonstrating
extraordinary grace and strength, and she braced for a physical confrontation.
He dwarfed her in both height and weight.
As soon
as their gazes met, they locked in a dominance contest. His narrowed eyes
pierced hers; the light-pigmented brown irises were the color of honey and
eclipsed the whites and round black pupils. Wolf
eyes.
Victoria
did not approach with her head low or avert her gaze. Instead, she challenged
him outright, radiating defiance, posture stiff and erect. While they faced
off, she regretted the tactical error, but it was too late to rescind. Her
stubborn pride permitted no retreat, and it went against her nature to submit.
"Let's
take this outside where there are no humans to bear witness," he said in a
deep, resonant voice she found appealing.
Aroused,
her wolf took an immediate interest in him as a fine, fit male animal. For the
first time, Victoria noticed his physical appearance, and her wolf found him
more than acceptable. She estimated his age as being in his late thirties. He
in no way suffered for the smattering of silver hairs that peppered his dark
head. He was a perfect specimen of a man.
Distracted,
Victoria broke eye contact, but not to submit. She ran her gaze over his body
with blatant approval, lingering on his broad shoulders and chest, muscular
arms and legs. He wore a tailored navy suit with a light shirt and dark blue
tie. From the way his clothing fit, there was not an ounce of spare fat
anywhere on him.
His
features possessed splendid symmetry, though a silver scar on his right cheek
marred his perfection. The shape of his brow, nose, and lower face hinted at a
distant Roman heritage. High cheekbones alluded to his Nordic blood. He cleared
his throat, and Victoria scented both his arousal and amusement.
"Did
you come to challenge me, or do you have something else in mind?"
His
devilish smile hinted at a sense of humor, and Victoria seized on the opening.
A ballsy gamble carried inherent risk, but her initial inept blundering had
left her with no other graceful out. Her eyes rose to meet his once again.
"I
am Victoria, daughter of Adair and Katherine, High Priestess of Freya, Lady
Valkyrie, shaman, and healer," she said, making her boast. "I am also
the Alpha of my pack, and I am seeking a mate. I have come to assess whether
you would make an acceptable suitor."
"You're
kidding." He registered surprise and disbelief.
Victoria
arched her brow. "I am not."
Hunger Moon is available at the following locations:
To celebrate the release, I'm offering the following promo. Anyone who purchases a
copy of Hunger Moon and leaves me an honest review somewhere, anywhere (Amazon,
B&N, Goodreads, your personal blog, etc.), I'll email you a complimentary
PDF version of The Child Thief and mail you a wolf themed bookmark. I'll need an email address for the PDF and a mailing address for the bookmark.
Contact me at melissasnark at gmail dot com.
You deserve to gush. It's an amazing book. Love the bookmarks too!
ReplyDeleteBought a copy. Can't even begin to guess when I'll get to it, but when I do, I'll be sure to leave a comment. Best of luck with your release!!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Charlotte! I'm so excited but I'm finally starting to calm down a bit. (No longer vibrating... ;-))
DeleteBe sure to send me an email and I'll send you a copy of the short story and the bookmark. :)