Unmasking the Wolf
Genre: Contemporary, Paranormal Romance
Publisher: Taliesin Publishing
Number of pages: 130
Word Count: 43,898
How did you choose your genre? What made you write this book? I write in various genres, both historical and contemporary, so I’ve been all over the place genre-wise. My favorites are Regency historicals and Paranormal contemporaries though. Unmasking the Wolf was written for my newly retired co-worker, who hailed from Clinton, Indiana. I based my heroine’s hometown in Clinton as an homage to Barbara. (I like to think the shifters really do exist there.)
Writers write what they know, and must observe the world. Are you a first born, middle or last child and how does this shape your view of the world? I’m a middle child, the only girl, so I was spoiled rotten. I’m also the oldest granddaughter on my mom’s side, so I’m my maternal grandfather’s “favorite”, of course. I guess being the middle girl in a family of boys taught me how to compromise, yet value my privacy.
Where is your favorite place to write? On the terrace of my Italian villa overlooking the ocean. *snort* Don’t I wish?!? Actually, I enjoy sitting at my desk and writing on my computer. I’ve never really needed “scenery” to write.
How do you feel about killing your darlings, and what do you do with the remains? I haven’t really killed off a character, unless they’re a villain, and even then I do it sparingly. I just can’t make myself write a major character as a “murderer” no matter how justified the killing is, so I keep my tales as non-killing as possible.
You are introduced to your favorite author. Who is it, and what is that one burning question you must ask them? Anyone who knows me, knows that Julia Quinn is my all-time favorite author. But really, if I sat down with her sometime in the near future, I would have to ask what in the heck was up with her latest book. It was horrible! (Don’t tell her I said that though…)
Inquiring minds want to know…tell readers something about you that no one knows. I have no secrets, really I don’t. I’m pretty much an open-book and speak my mind freely and willingly. I’ve already revealed I’m left-handed and a natural redhead, so let me see….hmmm. Does liking pickles and cheese on Cheez-its count as a secret?
You are stranded on a deserted island with only a back pack for company. What three items are in your survival pack? A cell phone, blow-up raft, and a pair of flip-flops. I plan for the unexpected! ; )
If you could have one super power in your existence, what would it be? Flying. Hands down, that would be my choice.
Favorite snack? Shoot, I already gave it away as my “secret”. Pickles and cheese on crackers or chips. That’s my fave.
Indy 500 – Do you know how to get where you’re going or do you drive the speed limit? Since I’m going in a circle around and around, I’m going to go as fast as I can! Or maybe not…I get carsick.
Gina Moretti is determined to escape her rural home of Clinton, Indiana, a place where wolves have met, married, and mated for generations. As the only daughter of the alpha, she’s lived her entire life under her father’s rule. No way is she ready to find a mate until she’s experienced more of the world. Against her family’s wishes, she goes to Boston where her scientist cousin, Dominic, has offered to give her a place to stay. She stumbles, quite literally, into her cousin’s gorgeous boss.
Lucas Mason, a Southern boy turned self-made millionaire, rose above his poverty stricken childhood and now enjoys a life of luxury in Boston. To honor his murdered sister, he hires her lab partner to continue their research. His employee, Dominic Moretti, is on the brink of creating a method to combat the scent of a wolf when his country cousin breezes in. Luke knows in an instant that Gina is his mate. The only problem is…she doesn’t even realize he’s a wolf.
As Luke and Dominic get closer to medical trials, an unknown enemy becomes determined to stop them…at any cost. Can Luke discover his foe in time to protect his research…and his mate? And what will happen when Gina finds out he’s not quite as human as he’s led her to believe?
“Ahhh,” she cried out as she tumbled toward the floor. A pair of strong arms clamped around her and jerked her back to her feet. Embarrassed beyond belief, her cheeks flamed with the knowledge she’d just made a fool of herself. In front of Dominic’s boss, no less. It didn’t take a brain scientist to realize the handsome, make that extremely handsome, man before her was Luke Mason.
He was sex-on-a-platter hot. Chiseled cheekbones, firm jaw, unbelievably straight nose, and a teensy weensy dimple in the center of his chin. This man was a living, breathing Greek god.
“Are you okay?” Piercing green eyes locked with hers as Luke’s grip on her arms slowly loosened.
Gina felt a jolt in the pit of her stomach. Despite Dominic’s warning to blend in, she sniffed the air. She had to. Something about this man called to her animal nature. But there was nothing. Not a trace of the wolf scent. Despite his unbelievable height and incredible physique, only the scent of sandalwood and spice came to her. Disappointment swamped her. He was human.
Luke continued to watch her. Gina knew he waited for her to speak, but her tongue refused to budge. She’d known he would be good-looking, but the newspaper article hadn’t done him full justice. Instead of a suit, he wore casual jeans and a dark blazer. He had the sort of hair that would curl in the rain. She didn’t know how she knew it. She just did. The golden-brown waves were delightfully rumpled in the middle of his head, as if he’d just risen from bed.
Gina gave a tiny moan at the thought of him rising naked from the sheets. He would be gloriously golden, with a tight belly and even tighter buttocks. Physical need rocked her to the core. What was up with lusting after a human? Was it merely the fact he was every woman’s wet dream, or something more?
His sensual lips curved into a sexy smile as he scrubbed a hand over his belly. “Hell of sharp elbow you have there.”
“Oh God, I’m so sorry.” Gina wanted to sink through the floor. Why was she always such a klutz?
“Don’t worry about it.” He drawled in a soft, slow tone.
She’d read he was originally from Jackson, Mississippi. The Southern accent was unbelievably sexy, but not nearly as sexy as the man himself. His face was a mixture of Hollywood leading man and mixed martial arts fighter. He was gorgeous, yet hard. She could easily visualize him serenading a woman one moment, and then fighting to protect her next.
About the Author:
Christy Gissendaner is a romantic comedy author and believes that laughter and love should go hand in hand.
Christy lives in Alabama with her husband and three sons. She’s always hard at work on her next novel, but in her spare time she loves blackjack, karaoke, and anything resembling a vacation!
To find out more, please visit http://christygissendaner.webs.com