What can you tell my readers about yourself that they might not know from looking on your bio or reading in another interview?
I’ve lived in a lot of places, including Florida, Pennsylvania, Indiana, Puerto Rico and New Jersey. I like to say I’ve spent half my life in the tropics and the other half trying to get back there. I think my characters might have to vacation in Puerto Rico in one of my books. That would give me an excuse to travel back to one of my favorite places.
What do you enjoy doing on your down time?
I’m a homebody. I like to read, cook, swim, and spoil our two cats, Milo and Felix. I love to make jewelry, but I’ve been so busy writing lately, I haven’t had time.
What is your Favorite part of writing?
When it is done! Seriously, though I enjoy creating stories that people want to read. I want my readers to walk away feeling satisfied and to do that I try to create characters that people like and identify with and plots that have a bit of a twist. I like ending a chapter with something that makes you have to turn the page and keep reading.
Do you have any certain routines you must follow as you write?
Chocolate and Coca Cola. I have a firm believe that chocolate increases creativity. And Coca Cola, well, that’s my favorite form of caffeine.
What are some of your Favorite books or Authors in the Urban Fantasy/ Paranormal Genres?
There are so many. Laurel K. Hamilton, Karen Marie Moning—I LOVE the Fae Fever series, Christine Feehan, Melissa Macfie, KelleyArmstrong—I discovered her through the TV series Bitten, but of course the books have so much more detail.
How would you pitch The Patient Wolf to someone who has not heard of it before?
The small town of Rivelou is hiding secrets, and they are about to claw their way to the surface.
Ana Dugan used to enjoy her nighttime walks through her quaint college town, but all of that changes when a handsome stranger rescues her from an attack. She’s not sure who she should be more afraid of the four legged beast who attacked her or the two legged one who saved her. She narrowly escapes, but soon learns that others weren’t so lucky. When another man enters her life claiming he’s there to protect her she’s not sure who she should trust, the wolf or the hunter.
Can you tell us a little bit about the world that The Patient Wolf is set in?
Rivelou, the town where my books take place, is a typical Midwestern small city…but when you scratch that ordinary surface something strange is going on. Many of the residents are leading a double life. Who is a werewolf? Who is a witch? Who knows the secrets that some very important people in town are keeping? In Rivelou, you never know just who…or what… you neighbor is.
Do you have a favorite scene in The Patient Wolf?
AS ANA APPROACHED the main entrance to the campus shortly after her class ended at nine o’clock that night, she began to feel a nervousness she had never before experienced on her walks home.
The entrance consisted of a large stone archway that covered the two-lane street. The school’s name, University of Rivelou, was painted in gothic letters across the top. Two smaller arches on either side of the auto entrance had paved cobblestone paths running through them for pedestrian use. The arches were covered with ancient Zephirine Droughin roses. The bushes climbed over both halves of the two smaller arches, and for most of the summer turned the two pedestrian entrances into miniature tunnels of the pink petals of the old fashioned Bourbon roses. Now, though a few late-blooming flowers still decorated the branches, the leaves had begun to drop off, and those that remained had turned a deep bronze, melding with the color of the old stone arches. Ana shivered. She wasn’t nervous, she told herself. It was just that the weather had turned colder this evening. She would not let yesterday’s attacks take away her enjoyment of her walk home.
On one side of the arches the campus was brightly lit, on the other side there were just a few streetlights, and very little traffic this time of night in the mostly residential section of town. The shadows seemed to close in around Ana as she approached the archway, and, for a few moments, she considered stepping off of the pedestrian path and crossing under the larger, brighter arch designed to accommodate cars. But she shook her head and chided herself.
“How silly of me. I’m more likely to get run over by some student speeding to get home after class than to meet the boogie man, or anything else, in the sidewalk tunnel.”
She took a deep breath and headed into the arch, then jumped and screamed as a tall shadow brandishing a sword loomed at the end of the passageway.
Which one character out of all your books was your favorite to write about? What about the hardest to write about?
That is such a hard question. I like them all, even the villains. Alexander Fontaine may be my favorite character to write about. He is sexy, mysterious, and has just a touch of a French accent. Which was fun to throw in.
Ana, the heroine, was the most difficult because I wanted her to be vulnerable, yet spunky.
What Other Projects can we look forward to reading from you?
The second book in my series is titled The Artificial Witch. It features one of the minor characters in The Patient Wolf, Shannon Kelly. She’s a cop and a young widow. I liked her so much I decided she deserved her own story. I’ve completed the first chapter, and I hope to have it finished before the end of the year.
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Karen
Hodges Miller’s fascination with werewolves, vampires, witches, ghosts,
and all things supernatural began with the childhood classics. She
gobbled up everything from The Haunting of Hill House to the Narnia
series, from Dracula to Rebecca. As a writer, however, she stuck to
non-fiction; working as a newspaper and magazine reporter and editor and
in 2004 opening her own publishing company.
She
has written several books for authors on the subject of writing and
publishing. The Patient Wolf is her first fiction novel and of course,
it features a very sexy werewolf.
Find Karen and her books
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The Patient Wolf
Wicked Urban Fantasy #1
The small town of Rivelou is hiding secrets, and they are about to claw their way to the surface.Ana Dugan used to enjoy her nighttime walks through her quaint college town, but all of that changes when a handsome stranger rescues her from an attack. She’s not sure who she should be more afraid of the four legged beast who attacked her or the two legged one who saved her. She narrowly escapes, but soon learns that others weren’t so lucky.When another man enters her life claiming he’s there to protect her she’s not sure who she should trust, the wolf or the hunter.
Excerpt:
The Patient Wolf Chapter 1
Ana breathed in the early autumn air as she headed away from the university
and onto the darker streets of the neighboring suburb. It was an older
neighborhood, built in the 1920’s when the town of Rivelou had begun to spread
from its central location on the river across the railroad tracks to the north.
This particular section of the town had been built for the railroad workers,
with tiny shotgun houses lined up on even tinier lawns.
As Ana crossed Roosevelt Avenue and headed into her own
neighborhood, the streetlights ended and the sidewalk became lighted only by an
occasional porch light or walk light. She loved walking home from her night
classes at this time of the year. The air, while it could not yet be called
crisp, had lost its summer sultriness, a welcome change from the blistering
heat of a Midwest summer.
And these walks home after her night classes were one of the
few times during her week when she could be truly alone. No bosses, no
teachers, not even Sophie chattering away in her ear. She’d been a mom long
enough not to feel guilty at enjoying a a little time alone without her child.
Her thirteen-year-old daughter was the light of her life, but that didn’t mean
she couldn’t enjoy a little time by herself, too.
As she headed down Harlan Street, farther from the more
heavily trafficked avenue, the street became even darker. It was too soon for
most of the leaves to have fallen, they were just beginning to turn red on this
last week in September and they were so thick on the trees that they hid the
full moon. Part of the charm of the old neighborhood was the beautiful, large old
maples and oaks, but their roots also tore up the sidewalks. Ana tripped on one
of those cracks, and shook her head in disgust. How could she always trip in
the same spot, night after night? It wasn’t as if she hadn’t memorized the bad
spots in the sidewalk after years of walking this way.
She smiled; only one more year of classes and, with luck,
she wouldn’t be taking this same walk anymore. She would have her teaching
degree, be able to quit her job as an admin at the university, and start a new
life with her daughter, maybe somewhere else. She would enjoy teaching,
preferably high school, but she’d take whatever grade she could get to start.
Sophie would miss her friends; they would both miss their family. They’d come
back a lot to visit. She was sure of that—her family, particularly her
grandfather, would certainly insist on it. But it would be nice to start over.
Of course, Jonathan, her ex, would probably object if she moved even to the
next county. The one good thing she could say for the man was he always
fulfilled his obligations to their daughter, even if it was only because he
thought about running for political office someday and didn’t want to ruin his
reputation with the other lawyers and judges in Rivelou.
She shook her head as if to change the direction her
daydreams had taken her and sidestepped another large crack in the sidewalk.
She wasn’t going to let thoughts of Jonathan ruin a lovely evening. Maybe after
Sophie was in bed she’d have a chance to get outside again and enjoy the full moon
and beautiful weather. She wouldn’t indulge herself in a run; she couldn’t
leave Sophie alone, but some time out in her backyard to appreciate the full
moon would be good.
She stopped and looked around, working to regain her
pleasure in the evening, when she heard a low growl nearby.
A dog? No one on this block had a dog big enough to make
that sort of sound. That growl had definitely come from something larger than
Mrs. Ahearn’s yappy little Pomeranian. She began to walk more quickly. Only a
half block until she turned onto Sycamore, then another half block until she
arrived at her own home.
The growl came again. She tucked her purse more securely on
her left shoulder, her computer bag on her right, and doubled her pace. There
were no lights on at any of the houses on that part of the block, and of
course, the moon took that moment to hide behind a cloud. She took a deep
breath and tried to walk at a steady pace. She wouldn’t run, even though she
could hear the animal behind her as she rounded the corner. She breathed a sigh
of relief when she saw her own porch light on, as well as that of her
neighbors, Joe and Lindsey, who kept Sophie evenings when Ana had class. Only a
few more steps to safety.
She was almost in front of her own door when she heard the rush
of paws with nails clicking on the sidewalk. With a howl, the animal knocked
her down.
She held her computer case in front of her face, “Take a
bite of that, you nasty beast,” she said, pushing the case at its huge, dark
head. It was all teeth and glowing eyes as it stood over her, growling. “What
do you want?” she shouted.
Though it had her on the ground, it didn’t make a move, just
stood gazing at her. Somehow she sensed if she did move, it would strike. She
had to do something. She drew a deep breath and prepared to scream when she
heard someone running up behind her.
“Hey, you, get back! Get back!” She turned her head and saw
a man come running toward her and the slobbering animal. The man grabbed a
stick from the ground and waved it at the animal as he rushed forward. “Back!
Get back, you ugly beast!” he shouted again, striking the creature who turned,
snarling at him. They stared intently at each other for a moment when the dog
finally dodged the stick and lunged to take a bite out of the man.
The man got in a couple of good blows before the dog
suddenly grabbed the stick, tugged at it, and knocked the man to the ground.
Ana decided it was time to take action. She fumbled through her purse as the
dog leaned back on its haunches preparing to strike. Just before he lunged on
the fallen man Ana found her can of mace and hit the dog in the face with the
noxious spray. With howl of pain, it ran into the darkness.
Several more porch lights suddenly popped on to light the
night, and the street was filled with neighbors coming to check on the unusual
commotion.
“Are you all right?” her rescuer, still gasping and out of
breath, asked. “It didn’t bite you, did it?” He made his way to his feet and
held his hand out to her.
“No, no. I’m fine,” Ana replied as she was suddenly bowled
over by an armful of an anxious thirteen-year-old. “Mom, mom, are you okay?”
Sophie asked.
“What happened?” her neighbor, Joe, questioned her at the
same moment.
“It was a dog. A huge one. I’ve never seen it before. This
man chased it away,” she said, turning to the man who was wiping his face with
a handkerchief and coughing.
“I think you were the one who chased it away. Wish you’d had
a little better aim with the mace, but under the circumstances I don’t think I
can complain,” he said between coughs.
“Hey, are you okay?” Joe asked, looking the man over. “You’d
better come in and let us take a look at you. My wife’s a nurse. She can check
you out. Just a whiff of that stuff can be torture on the eyes.”
“No, I’m fine, I’ll …” he protested, but Ana cut him off.
“I insist. If it wasn’t for you, I’d have been bitten by
that animal.”
“I think we’d better make a police report,” Joe said as they
headed for his house. “Joe Lessing,” he added, holding out his hand to the
stranger. “And this is our neighbor, Ana Dugan, and her daughter, Sophie.”
“Good to meet you. Chris Spier,” the man said, shaking hands
with Joe as they reached the porch. At the top of the steps he turned to Ana,
where, under the porch light, she got her first real look at her rescuer.
He was just shy of six feet, with the build of teddy bear,
the kind you’d like to give a big hug and take to bed with you, Ana thought,
then inwardly blushed. Where had that thought come from? She didn’t have time
for men. It wasn’t that he was soft, or fat, she added, mentally adjusting her
initial teddy bear image. He was muscular, and he had a kind face, soft brown
eyes, shaggy light brown hair and beard, both of which needed a trim. There was
something about his worn khakis and wrinkled plaid flannel shirt that said he
wasn’t used to being cared for.
“I’m so sorry if I hurt you,” Ana said, taking his hand.
Chris held onto it until Joe said, “Come on in. You need to wash off that
mace.”
He guided Chris into a small, warm living room and back to a kitchen where Sophie was animatedly, if with little accuracy, describing the incident to Joe’s wife and daughter.
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