There’s talk about whether to write what you know or not. I think with fiction writing, if we solely wrote what we know — at least for most of us — our books wouldn’t be very interesting. Part of the fun about fiction is being able to make believe. We can dream that hunky werewolves, vampires, aliens, and whatever else we love are all possible.
With my latest book, Captive Moonlight, I really took that advice to heart. It was the first story I’d written that wasn’t contemporary (or slightly futuristic). It’s a historical western. While I had dreams of being an English/History double major in college (which I ended up going for a Creative Writing degree), the Wild West was never really my focus except for watching westerns on TV and reading the occasional western romance book. I’d always longed to write a book set in the medieval period. The first romances I read were medieval historical romances. Yet I always held myself back since the thought of writing any kind of historical story intimidated me.
That said, I had to do quite a bit of research and fact-checking for Captive Moonlight, but that’s what we have to do with any of our books to make them accurate. When I finally was able to take a deep breath after signing the contract to write a western paranormal romance for my publisher, I realized that with some research it would be okay. I didn’t have to go on a learning binge to know absolutely everything there is to know about the Wild West before I wrote the story. It’s enough to write **need info about women’s nightgown** while you’re writing. You can come back to that later after you’ve written the book.
After conquering this project, my dream to write a medieval book doesn’t seem so far-fetched. I have the courage now to do it because I have more faith in myself that I can. It was kind of been a baby step toward my dream, and a lot of fun to boot.
Instead of looking at what other people think we should write or do, it’s important to be true to yourself and write the desire of your heart.
Wolves of the Wild West, #3 (Multi-Author series)
Erotic Western Paranormal Romance
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A gentlewoman will do whatever it takes to rescue her captive werewolf betrothed.
When her betrothed, Joe, is taken captive by a group of men looking for werewolf laborers, it’s up to Charlotte to track him down and win him back — even if that means putting her own life in danger.
Charlotte wrapped her arms around Joe’s broad torso and scraped her fingernails gently along the length of his muscular back. His breath came out quickly against her skin as he brushed feather-light kisses against her neck.
He nudged her thighs apart. Anticipation built within her as his hand dipped to her pussy. He parted her wet folds with his callused fingers and pushed one finger inside her.
She moaned, enjoying the tantalizing sensations his skilled attention brought about. She looked into his eyes, and he grinned down at her. The look of masculine satisfaction that he could please his lover was written clearly on his face.
She opened her mouth to protest when Joe removed his finger, but then he thrust his firm cock inside her, filling her so completely in one smooth stroke.
Charlotte dug her nails into his back. Joe’s eyes nearly rolled back in his head, and she couldn’t help but smile as he arched into her touch. Her betrothed liked a little pain with his sex. Not much, just nails and some teeth. Then again, it was befitting of a werewolf.
They didn’t talk much about that side of who he was. She figured he would share what he wanted with her. Sometimes he did, but she suspected he preferred to pretend like they were both normal. People were too quick to judge others by their race, or even species, these days.
Charlotte didn’t care about any of that. Being with Joe was her only need. She trailed a fingertip across his cheek while her other hand continued to dig into his flesh.
He met her gaze. His eyes, normally dark brown, were now wolf amber. “What did I do to get such a sweet lady like you?” he said, his voice gravelly and low.
She laughed, but the sound caught in her throat as his lips caressed her breast. “I wonder that too. Maybe it was destiny.”
He flicked his tongue over her nipple before pulling it into his mouth. He sucked on it, bringing pleasure sweeping through her. His other hand trailed along her full hips, which he insisted made her curvaceous and luscious.
She liked his answer.
He thrust even faster. Desire built within her as they reached ever closer toward climax. Charlotte leaned back against the pillow, clinging to him as he became the only thing real in her life. “Joe…”
Joe brushed kisses up from her breast to her neck until he finally placed a kiss on her lips. “Yes, love?” Hunger filled his eyes as he watched her. “You’re getting close. So tight.” He slid in and out in longer strokes.
He knew what she liked. “I love it when you talk like that.” Her body clenched as orgasm rushed toward her. She gasped and gripped his back. Joe covered her lips with his, ravishing her mouth until she didn’t know which way was up. He was the hungry wolf to her somewhat innocent maid.
Sarah Mäkelä lives in North Carolina with her husband and cats. In her spare time, she enjoys reading, computer and console games, and traveling all over the world. She is a member of Romance Writers of America, as well as the Heart of Carolina Romance Writers and the Fantasy, Futuristic, and Paranormal chapters. Find her online at www.sarahmakela.com, www.twitter.com/sarahmakela, and www.facebook.com/authorsarahmakela