The punishment for poaching in the Huntsmen's forest is death by banishment, and that becomes Emily's looming future when she's framed for running a fur trading business. Cast into the dark woods, filled with prowling predators, and poisoned by her betrothed, her chances of survival for even more than a night seem nonexistent. And then she wakes up in a castle, wounded but mostly whole, and discovers that it wasn't wolves the forest was filled with, but werewolves.
For decades, the life of Dray Raefling, Lord of Wullferg Keep, has been blessedly simple and routine. But when his wolves stumble upon a human female in the woods, they insist that she be brought back to the Keep; sure that she couldn't have committed a crime worth death. Instantly, the whole pack is thrown into chaos. Half his wolves go mate crazy over the human, a handful want her dead, and all the while she does everything she can to rebel against Dray.
And once things seem to be settling in at last, Emily's life in the city comes back to haunt her and Dray's inner wolf goes mate crazy as well; devolving to the most drastic levels to win her over.
For those of you who have been checking my page Randomness on a regular basis, you’ll know that I’ve been doing a lot of work on my novel The Wolves of Wullferg Keep in the last week or so. Well, I’m pleased to tell you that
The first draft, at least. I know what you’re thinking, but don’t you dare burst my bubble. This is the first work I’ve written that is “officially” a novel. You know, over 50,000 words.
The final tally is 63,034 words and 221 pages. A fairly decent length if you ask me. And, since you’re reading this, I’m deciding that you are asking me. 😉
The Wolves of Wullferg Keep, or WWK as I’ve been calling it, is without a doubt the best thing I have written to date. And not just story wise. Personally, I’m shocked at how well the plot came together, even when two of my characters decided that they were indeed a couple and left me to rearrange things. (Other writers will totally get this. The rest of you, I promise I’m not that crazy.) The writing itself is fabulously smooth compared to all of my other first drafts. I mean, I don’t even cringe when I reread it! Do you have any idea how rare that is?
I’ve also never had this much fun writing something before, and it was entirely due to my friends. Even when I was just telling them the plot, their facial expressions were golden. (We were listening to the King Arthur: Legend of Excalibur soundtrack at the time and I always think of that day when I hear it.)
Once I started writing, my friends’ excited comments on the doc were fuel to keep going. And for the last four chapters at least, Mailli watched on her computer as I wrote, sending me texts as I went. Most of the time it was just more excited comments, other times it was her yelling at me for killing a character, and a large majority of the time it was her telling me that I had indeed written something a bit too suggestive. Apparently real time writing is highly entertaining.
And when I finished it, Mailli sent me a text that gave me chills.
“I just had a sudden realization that someday it’ll be a physical BOOK and sit on my shelf and have real printed words and get loaned out to people who’ll forget to return it and fold its pages and love it and this is all very exciting.”Mailli
I, being an eloquent writer, respond “Holy frick.” Because really, how else was I supposed to respond to something like that? She also reminded me that I had started the story when I was twelve.
Twelve! Somehow I’d forgotten that. When I first started writing, I read that you were supposed to write every day, even if it was only 500 words. So, I wrote 500 words every day. But, having no large project and not really knowing that short stories were a thing, I wrote the first 500 words of a new story every day.
Not a good idea.
But I did get The Wolves of Wullferg Keep out of it.
You might be asking, what are you going to do now? Well, I entered WWK into the Watty Awards, so I’ll be spending the next week doing some super fast editing. Then I’m starting work on Magic Stones and the Reign of Chaos. Once that is written, it’s onto editing Lilithantha; a Most Wonderfully Gruesome Tale. And THEN I’m officially editing WWK. It’s projected finish date is May 16th, 2020.
And is this the one and only time we get to read about Emily and Dray? Haha, NO. There’s actually…(pause for effect) THREE MORE BOOKS! You heard me right! If you’ve been checking my page Randomness (it’s pretty fun guys, you really should) you’ll know the titles of the next three books; We are Alpha, Dire Daughter, and Foxy Ninetails and the Wolves of Wullferg Keep. Excited? I am!
I’m afraid it will be QUITE a long time till I get to We are Alpha. I have like, a million other projects. I mean, I haven’t even got to start World Jumpers yet. And I reeeeaaaaallllyyy want to. Yes, I know, I need to finish my other series first. Spoil sport.
And because I love you guys, here’s the teaser for We are Alpha.
There is never supposed to be more than two Dire Wolves in one territory, father and son. And what exactly happens when a third Dire Wolf enters? One named Sondrig, who has lost all his packs, his home, his power, his sanity? What happens then?
Chaos. Destruction. Death.
Sondrig will do anything to get a new pack, and Dray will do anything to protect his. But Dray would never stoop to the levels his challenger does, he would never consort with black magic.
And what a horrible, fatal disadvantage that gives him.
Actually that was kind of cruel to give you a teaser for something that won’t be written for years. Sorry/not sorry.
I’ve told Mailli all I know about We are Alpha, and she summarized it perfectly.
“WWK is the happy, cozy little entryway to the world, bk. 2 is the dark, twisted agonizing younger sibling.”Mailli
And I know that some of you are going to have no idea what I’m talking about, so because I love you, here’s the link to WWK.
I’m riding a high perki pargas! I hope your week is as good as mine has been!