As a child, Kristy used to lose
herself in an imaginary world by the means of a good book. Now that she’s all
grown up, she gets to create her own fictional realms and make them come to
life in ways that most readers might not expect.
Writing has always been a passion of hers but she
never had the opportunity do so until now. After trying out numerous options,
she realized that writing was what she loved the most and so she decided to
give it a shot. As it turns out, her very active imagination helped her achieve
her goals of creating believable plots with some ordinary, and some not so
ordinary characters that move the stories along in one way or another.
As she keeps achieving her dreams
of becoming a published author, she divides her time in between four children
and a very understanding husband.
Call
of the Wolf
When desire battles with the forbidden and passion
overrules obligation, at the end of the night, which will win?
Victoria Bonvalet, a purebred werewolf, has no desire
to mate to an alpha not of her choosing and after a one of a kind encounter
with the mysterious blood lord Tristan Garland rattles her existence, she knows
that she could never share any part of herself without love being the number
one incentive.
Tristan, a vampire of over a thousand years, no longer
cares much for the world or the creatures inhabiting it. But when he meets the
beautiful she-wolf invading his deep woods territory, he realizes that it’s
never too late to find your perfect match, even if she belongs to the opposite
branch of all mythological beings. But even as they begin to explore their
in-depth feelings for each other, can they find a way to be together without
starting a war between two enemy species?
Read an excerpt from Call of the Wolf
Even as she took
several steps towards her car, Victoria could still sense it getting closer.
The scent emanating from this being wasn’t one she was used too. It was
different, unique somehow. It was not unpleasant by any means, just different. The
incredibly fast speed in which it traveled was another clear indication of its
supernatural origins. No human on earth could move that fast. Victoria was
certain of two things, this being wasn’t human and neither was it a werewolf.
Then what could it be?
Victoria refused to be
afraid even though she did not comprehend the nature of this being. It was
different from what she was used to. All she had to do was identify what it
was. Normally, she would rely on her keen sense of smell for that, but since she
didn’t recognize this scent, it was nearly impossible to pinpoint what it was.
The only supernatural creatures she was familiar with were her own kind,
werewolves. But this thing hiding back there was no werewolf, of that she was
absolutely sure.
Once Victoria was close
enough to her vehicle, she stopped and turned to face the woods. It was dark
out but she could see her surroundings very clearly. A slight breeze picked up,
bringing this unknown being’s aroma in to fill her nostrils. It was strong and
male, very male. If this being were a werewolf he would most certainly be an
alpha, a powerful one at that. But this was no huge puppy, this was something
else.
Victoria surveyed the
area with her eyes. So far she detected no movement which meant this thing was
still too far away to see. But it was getting closer by the second. The speed
in which it traveled made her slightly uneasy. Werewolves were known to move
fast but this thing moved faster still. She could sense it moving, gliding
through the forest as if it was flying. She was utterly amazed by it and she
hadn’t even seen it/him yet.
Victoria waited, her
eyes focusing in on her surroundings. Her she-wolf abilities ready to strike if
this thing presented itself to be a threat. She gripped her car keys tightly in
anticipation of what would happen next. She waited patiently for it to show
itself. She wasn’t looking for a fight, she didn’t want to ruin her outfit, but
if push came to shove she wouldn’t hesitate. She was a she-wolf, therefore she
was a fighter. She could defend herself quite readily. She didn’t need the pack
to protect her despite her father’s beliefs.
Victoria’s eyes
narrowed when she caught movement up ahead. At first, it seemed like one big
blur moving from one side to another but then it started to get closer. The
woods seemed to disappear as all she could see was this black and white mass
moving towards her. She couldn’t make out any features because of the speed in
which it traveled. Her entire body tensed as she readied herself for a fight.
If this thing attacked her she would fight back. There would be no hesitation
at all to use all her armor, and she was well packed.
Soon, the white mist
finally appeared before her, a tall figure was now clearly identifiable.
Victoria gasped as she caught sight of a man standing not twenty feet from her.
She blinked several times to make sure her eyes weren’t playing any tricks on
her. She noted, after opening and closing her eyes for like the tenth time,
that there really was a man standing nearby. He didn’t move. He just stared at
her with as much intensity as she was gazing back at him.
Even in the darkness
encasing them both, she took in every distinctive feature of his. He was tall,
as tall as the trackers from the pack usually were. Shoulder length hair as
white as a hand full of snow framed the sides of his face. His eyes were a
shade of blue so pale, they appeared almost translucent. Unusually whitish skin
and a lean and well-muscled figure finished his physical description.
His inhuman eyes
assessed her in much the same manner she did him. Victoria watched as the
breeze toyed with his hair, bringing a few stray locks to caress his right
cheek. Werewolves tended to have unique features but this being was unique even
for her. His white hair, pale skin, and clear eyes made him look like a marble
statue. Had it not been for the few strands of hair being tossed around his
shoulders by the light breeze, she could have easily mistaken him for one.
“Who are you?” She
managed to ask at last. “What are you?”
His eyes narrowed as
she spoke but he said nothing.
“What do you want?” She
asked angrily when she noted he refused to answer.
The man took several
steps towards her then stopped. He cocked his head to one side as if he was
having trouble hearing her. Victoria did not flinch or move as he approached.
There was no need for her to back away like a frightened kitten. She refused to
show any form of fear. Not that she feared him; she was more intrigued than
anything else.
“I was once known as Tristan
Garland,” His voice startled her; it sounded so deep and gruff that she
couldn’t help but think that perhaps he used it very little.
“Once?”
He nodded.
“Why are you following
me?” She dared to ask.
The being now known as
Tristan eyed her with curiosity.
“I do not follow you.”
His eyes narrowed as he glared at her. “You invade and hunt in my territory.”
He stated simply. She couldn’t tell whether he was angry or not. His passive
face revealed nothing of what he was thinking. “You are the one trespassing,
not I.”
Copyright Kristy Centeno 2012 all rights reserved.
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