I’m being visited today by Rose Marie Wolf. I asked her to answer some questions for us about her writing. You can find out more about her at:

Email—rosemariewolf@gmail.com

Webpage—www.rosemariewolf.com

Blog—rosemariewolf.blogspot.com

1. What genre/s do you write in: I write paranormal romance/fantasy fiction. I do hope one day to expand my horizons and write in other genres eventually.

2. Who is your current publisher. If you have more than one, let us know, but attach the publisher to the book. I have been published with Samhain Publishing, but my latest release, Dark Moon Magick, is with Red Rose Publishing. I have an upcoming release, Changed, that is also due out with Red Rose Publishing, sometime this year.

3. Tell us a little bit about your background and how you became an author. I grew up in rural Kentucky, in a small town. Reading was my life. When I was in the second grade, I decided I was going to be a writer. Nothing could stop me then. I wrote little short stories and my own “book”, bound in construction paper, but it wasn’t until I was in my early twenties that I decided I wanted to get serious and get published. I took one of my short stories, fleshed it out and created my first paranormal book, which spawned a series…and the rest is history.

4. Tell us about your current book. How you got the idea. Who is your favorite character? If it’s a series book, tell us a little about the series. Dark Moon Magick is the fourth and last book of my Moon Series. It is the conclusion of Jason and Rose’s story, which began years ago in Sweet Moon Dreams. The series follows the werewolf lovers as they are being hunted by a ruthless man and his hunters. As the story progresses, the characters learn that this man is not who he seems and his true intentions are more devious than they could ever imagine. In this final book, Jason and Rose fear their relationship is irreparable. While Jason is miles away, struggling to find the truth behind his new and growing psychic powers, his mate Rose is alone and very pregnant, fearing her life is in danger when sudden “accidents” threaten her and her unborn child. Of all the characters in the series, I would have to saw that Jason is my favorite character. He grows the most over the course of the books and he was fun to write.

5. What is a typical writing day like for you? Approximately how many words do you try to write in a day? What is your workspace like? Lately, I don’t write every day. I have been under a tremendous amount of stress lately, and I think part is due to the fact I try to do too much every day. So, I’m cutting back on the writing and letting my muse hit me whenever she feels like it. Right now, I write probably 500 words a day. Sometimes it’s less, sometimes it’s more. Right now, my work space is very crowded, as I am in the middle of some renovations and major cleaning of my house. It’ll get cleared up, I’m sure, but for now, I have books, notebooks, papers and all sorts of things piled around me.

6. What do you enjoy most about writing? I enjoy creating characters and worlds, and watching them come to life. I enjoy that people like these worlds. It’s a little like playing God. You have total control!

7. How do you advertise your books? Blog? Website? Magazine advertisement? What works best for you? I do a lot of online advertising. I have website, a blog. I post on other blogs. Network on places like Facebook and Myspace. Whenever possible, I try for newspaper ads and things of that nature. The online stuff works pretty good. Also, word of mouth is wonderful.

8. What are you working on right now? Tell us a little about the plot setting and characters. How did you get the idea? Right now I am working on a series involving both werewolves and vampires. I got the idea from two characters I introduce in Dark Moon Magick. I felt they deserve their own book series. Right now, the plot is still in development, but it’s about a vampire who realizes he is bound somehow to a werewolf, and this complicates matters with his aristocratic family. Not to mention, a death plot hangs around them. I think it’ll be promising, once I piece it all together.

9. What is the best tip you can give someone who wants to be an author? The best advice I can give is to never give up and write from the heart. No matter now many rejections you receive, try not to get discourage. Perseverance is important.

10. Do you have an agent? Do you think a successful writer needs an agent? No, I do not have an agent. I think having an agent is helpful, but is not always necessary. I am beginning to wish I had one, however, to deal with all the technical stuff and let me only worry about writing. That would be nice. <!– @page { margin: 0.79in } P { margin-bottom: 0.08in } –>

11. What do you think about the current state of the industry? What about ebooks? Do you read them? Do you think they will eventually replace print books? I don’t think e-books will replace print, but they are growing in popularity. Yes, I read e-books when I can. I’ve even ordered an Amazon Kindle to try out the handheld experience. But, I will admit, there is just something about hold the paperback or hardback in your hands. It makes it more real that way. And as far as the industry and this economy goes, people are always going to read.

12. Besides yourself, do you have a favorite author? Favorite book? I have many favorite authors, too many to name…but my favorite book of all time is Gone with the Wind. I have read that book about a dozen times. I love it.

Dark Moon Magick

Mainstream Romance: Urban Fantasy, Paranormal – Shifter
ISBN: 978-1-60435-158-3
Cover Artist: Brenda Porter
Editor: Melissa Glisan
Word Count: 108,140
Release Date: October 23, 2008

Blurb:  Werewolf Rose Barnett has a serious problem: She’s pregnant and unsure who the father of her child is. To make matters worse, her husband, Jason, is gone, unknowing that she is even carrying a child and a new werewolf arrival to the PRDI brings a wave of unexplained “accidents”, that threaten her and her unborn child…

As Rose’s pack bands together to uncover the truth behind the accidents and keep her safe, Jason works ceaselessly to find out the truth behind his growing psychic abilities. When an unexpected psychic call for help leads him to a research facility, Jason meets a strange woman who may be the key to discovering his true self. But before he can return home with his findings, he must stop a new threat before it is too late for them all.

Warning this title includes graphic language, violence and some sexual situations.

Excerpt:

Rose stared at first Glen, then Davis, then back again disbelievingly. “Wait a minute — you don’t want me to go out because of something that could happen? I’m tired of being stuck here. I need to get out.” She turned to Cheyenne. “You’ve got the list of what we need? Let’s go.”

Cheyenne’s eyebrows shot up in surprise when Rose brushed past her, not waiting for them to say anything.

“Rose, wait a damn minute.” Glen caught up with her easily, but Rose didn’t stop, not even when Glen grabbed her arm.

She pulled away from him as she jerked open the door. She met his gaze. “I am not waiting anymore. I want to go out.” She stopped, glancing back at Cheyenne and Davis, matching looks of worry and confusion on their faces. “I’m feeling much better. I look much better. There’s no better time than now.”

She lowered her voice, not wanting the others to hear the pleading tone in her voice. “Let me do this.”

Glen sighed and looked to Davis. Rose followed his stare. The stern look on the younger man’s face and the mild shake of his head confirmed the fact he had heard her and didn’t think it was a good idea. Cheyenne’s look was a little more relaxed, but there was still a hint of uncertainty there.

“I’m really not going to be able to stop you, am I?”

“No, you’re not. I’m large and in charge.” Rose was glad when Glen’s serious façade was broken with a grin. “Get used to it.”

She turned her attention to Cheyenne, who didn’t hide the fact she was listening. “You’ll keep an eye on me right?” When Cheyenne nodded, she looked back to Glen. “You trust Cheyenne, so, see — I’ll be fine.”

Glen’s grin faded a little, but didn’t disappear completely. He rubbed the bridge of his nose. “All right.”

“You can’t do that,” Davis exploded. He stepped forward, pushing past Cheyenne in his haste. “We talked about this last night. If there’s someone out there trying to harm Rose — ”

“Davis, shut up.” Glen glared at him and Davis did shut his mouth. He glared back as he spoke. “I know what we talked about and I still refuse to believe it.”

Davis’s mouth dropped open but Glen held up a hand to let him continue. “But I am cautious, regardless of that. Rose is right — she can’t stay here all the time. If someone is trying to hurt her maybe leaving for a short time might weed that person out.”

Rose didn’t like where the conversation was going and judging by the look on his face, neither did Davis. He gaped at Glen. “We don’t need to weed the person out. I told you — ”

“Shut up. We’ll talk about it later, just not here, not now.”

“Talk about what?” Rose asked. She wanted to know, but Glen dismissed it with a shake of his head.

“Nothing. Not important.”

Cheyenne cleared her throat loudly. “We should get going. Might take us a few hours to get everything we need.”

“Yeah, let’s get this show on the road.” Rose pulled her purse strap further up her arm and Glen stepped back to let her open the door. They filed out of the building, and started down the sidewalk toward the PRDI car parked on the sidewalk.

It wasn’t much to look at — a blue Ford Taurus with lots of trunk space — but it served its purpose. Glen purchased it for official use. His van had long ago died and was now resting in Automobile Heaven.

Nola was heading up the sidewalk toward them, her hands tucked into the pockets of her light jean jacket. She stopped when she saw them emerge, her eyes going wide.

“Hey,” she answered, sounding a bit nervous. “What’s going on?”

“Supply run,” Cheyenne answered, stopping with the others. Rose sniffed the air, something she was glad she was able to do now. The outdoors smelled of springtime: fresh cut grass, newly blooming flowers, and something that smelled like oranges that she couldn’t quite place.

“What are you doing?” Davis broke in, stepping up to face Nola. Rose could almost smell his anger.

“Taking a walk. What else would I be doing?” Nola answered, looking very chagrined. Rose looked down at her heeled designer boots. They didn’t look comfortable for walking, but she said nothing.

“You like to take a lot of walks, don’t you?” Davis said in an accusing tone. His face was livid, his temples throbbing. “Makes me wonder where you like to walk to.”

“What the hell is your problem?”

Davis opened his mouth to say something more, but stopped when Glen clamped a hand on his shoulder. Rose watched as her cousin turned his gaze to Nola and smiled.

“Don’t mind him. He just had a bad night.”

“Obviously,” Nola scoffed. She looked at Davis with an angry glare. Her gaze turned to Rose and they met. Immediately, Rose felt coldness move throughout her body and she almost shivered at it. Instead, she kept her gaze fixed on Nola’s until finally, she looked back to Glen. “I’m going inside. Enjoy your supply run.”

Before she pushed past them, she gave Davis another nasty glare and walked quickly toward the front door. Rose watched her disappear inside.

“What the hell was that all about?”

“I’ll tell you what that was about — ” Davis started but Glen gripped his shoulder a little tighter.

“Not now,” he growled. Davis shook him away.

Cheyenne chuckled and shook her head. She stepped up to Rose, who felt incredibly confused, and hooked her arm in hers. “Boys will be boys,” she whispered in her ear. “I doubt very much we’ll ever figure them out.”

“Most likely,” Rose agreed, though she was sure this wasn’t just some guy thing they were talking about. She started to walk with Cheyenne toward the end of the sidewalk.

Cheyenne said something, but Rose didn’t hear her. She was too blinded by the sudden stab of pain that shot through her stomach.

Oh God, Rose thought as she nearly doubled over. It knocked the wind out of her. She couldn’t breath. Not again. I’m healed. This can’t be happening!

Her legs went out from under her and she hit the ground. Cheyenne had hold of her and she was shouting, her voice loud in Rose’s ear. She felt nauseous and the pain hit her again, this time in her head. She saw something — fire — flash behind her eyelids.

She screamed, unable to bear it. Then she realized she wasn’t the only one screaming.