Thursday, February 27, 2014

Adrian Lilly's THE WOLF IN HIS ARMS plus a Q&A

1. So glad you could be with us today Adrian. Let’s begin with you telling our followers about yourself.
That’s always the toughest question. I’m a cross-genre horror writer. I’m as much inspired by mysteries and thrillers as I am horror. I love characterization, so I generally weave in romance, since that’s a big part of the human condition. I love to interact with readers and try to keep things interesting and interactive on my Facebook page. I’m into organic gardening and home canning. I also love the woods—hiking, camping. It’s also important to mention that I am that person who walks through a creepy room with the lights off. So, next time you think, ‘who would do that...’

2. Would you tell us about THE RUNES trilogy?
The Runes Trilogy is a good example of crossing genres. It’s one part werewolf horror story, one part family drama, and one part love story. At the center of the trilogy is the Runes family. In the first novel, werewolves begin to destroy each member’s life. What most of the family doesn’t know is that it isn’t the first time werewolves have shown up. 

3. How did the idea for this story begin?

 I love all things horror and supernatural: werewolves, vampires, witches and so on. Many werewolf stories have been told, so to tell mine, I wanted to do something innovative. As I really started thinking about where I wanted to go, and what I wanted to accomplish, I realized what was going to be a stand-alone book needed to be a trilogy.

4. Without giving too much away, what is your favorite scene in book one and book two? 
 Any scene where I can show how the horror tests the characters’ fortitude is my favorite. In The Wolf at His Door, Ilene’s scene in the morgue is one of my favorites, and readers have said it made them cry. In the second book, a werewolf rips the throat out of a man on the crowded streets of Chicago. Describing the chaos and the emotional turmoil was a delight for me.

5. Jared has secrets from his past, will we ever learn any of them? 
By the second book, Jared is opening up, but he still has a few secrets. He shares his secrets as needed to help Alec, the love of his life, and Lucy. He will do anything for them.

6. In the second book The Wolf in His Arms, will we meet any new characters perhaps a few more werewolves? 
You’ll meet a lot of new werewolves. Actual werewolves play a much larger role in the second book. The rest of Alec’s pack is brought into the second book. Of course, they aren’t all as good-natured as Alec and Jared, gets bloody.

7. Life is changing for both siblings & their friends, will there be a HEA for any of them? 
I do believe in happy endings, but that said, this is only the second book in a trilogy, so I wouldn’t count on a happy ending just yet. I’m not one to giveaway the farm, but book three’s the place to look for a happy ending.

8. Besides, hiking and camping, we understand that you are an organic gardener, and do some home canning. What do you like to grow and can? 
I change things up from year to year. Last year I focused on less common root vegetables, including salsify and celeriac. I grow strawberries, raspberries, and a variety of herbs every year. When canning, I try to can ‘added value’ items that are an already made meal or a special treat like bruschetta.

9. Since you like scary movies, would you tell us your all time top three favorites? 
That is so hard! It changes constantly depending on my mood. Well, first, I have to admit I can’t stand torture scenes. I like to be scared, not grossed out. So movies with a lot of torture are out. Just three? Okay. Jaws. I will always love the pacing of the first attack scene. The book, of course, is amazing in its own right. The Howling (also based on a book!) is still my favorite werewolf movie. My guilty pleasure is the 3D remake of My Bloody Valentine. I saw it in the theater, and I absolutely loved it.

10. Would you tell us what you're working on now or about a future project you are planning?
 The third book in The Runes Trilogy, The Wolf at War, is in the works. I am also working on my next series entitled The BlackBird Mysteries. The series will involve all manner of fantastical creature and two men who are forced to work together to track down the creatures who go bad and start hurting humans.

The Wolf in His Arms: Book Two

Ten months have passed since werewolves changed Alec Rune’s life forever. As he and his family pick up the pieces, the mastermind behind the werewolves is revealed, and he kicks the werewolf plan into motion.
Meanwhile, Alec Rune and Jared Kincaid work to find the other members of the pack, but with limited clues they are stalled. Alec’s sister, Lucy, is wounded—and vengeful—and is sculpting her will and body to be ready for the chance to exact justice. Ilene, Alec’s mother, is battling depression after the losses she suffered at the hands of the werewolves. She unwittingly stumbles upon an 80-year-old mystery and finds herself at battle with the werewolves once again. Her husband, Jason, feels in the dark and isolated from the family that is keeping secrets from him. So he begins his own investigation.
As the werewolves come closer to realizing their plan, the family is not the only ones in the path of destruction. Millions of lives hang in the balance.
And as the werewolves close in again, Alec and Jared will realize the price of great love, sometimes, is great loss.

Available at: Amazon  

Excerpt:Rebecca sauntered up to a metal sculpture and circled it to enjoy the work from all angles. She tried to picture the sculpture in her warehouse loft, but couldn’t visualize a spot for it. It was fashioned from barbed wire and sharp metal—and while intriguing, it was also unsettling.
She was a regular at art openings at The Space, though she rarely bought. She enjoyed the ambiance—a solo cellist played, muffled laughter and conversation drifted through the rooms, artists discussed their work—and she sipped wine. Normally, her sister, Rindy, joined her, but tonight she had been away with work. Rebecca was startled as she heard a man’s voice behind her.
“What’s your opinion on this?” He asked.
She turned to face the owner of the deep, gravelly voice. He had sharp green eyes, thick, dark expressive eyebrows. One was arched with his question and he smiled warmly. “I don’t love it,” she said, then thought, Damn! He could be the artist.
“Hmmm,” he replied. He circled the sculpture, taking in its sharp, dangerous twists. “Angels bound,” he read the name of the sculpture. He raised his eyes from the name plate and looked at her through the barbed wire.
Rebecca looked at the sculpture again, seeing that the barbed wire in fact did seem to tie two angels, their sharp metal wings extended, together.
“I think it’s grotesque. And beautiful,” he said. “The artist sees the beauty in pain.” He extended his hand. “I’m Griffin.”
“Are you the artist?”
He laughed, the throaty rumble joyful yet unnerving. “No. Not at all.”
“I’m Rebecca,” she said, finally, taking his hand. “So, we disagree about this sculpture.”
“Perhaps we should look around together, to see if we agree on any.”
“And if we don’t?”
He smiled, a smile a little too confident. “Then we should go for a drink and find something to agree on.”
“We’ll see,” Rebecca said. She didn’t want to seem easy.
They chatted as they strolled through the gallery, commenting easily on the art, disagreeing amiably. After winding their way through the collection of prints, paintings, and sculpture, Griffin suggested they go for that drink and Rebecca agreed.
They walked from the gallery to a wine bar just a block away. He ordered an Oregon pinot noir and she ordered a gewürztraminer. Rebecca laughed at their selections, and Griffin smiled, noting the odd pair they made. While the conversation broke in fits and starts, Rebecca enjoyed his keen, intense eyes. He had a chiseled attractiveness, “super-model attractive” her sister would have called him. She couldn’t wait to tell Rindy about it, especially since they generally went to the gallery together.
The bar cleared out as the night wore on, and Rebecca finally announced that she needed to call it a night.
“May I have your number?” He asked. He pulled his phone from his pocket.
Rebecca smiled and rattled off her number. “Good night.” She felt elated as she walked down the empty street toward her car. She paused to look through the dark window of the gallery. She peered past her reflection in the glass to the sculpture of the sharp-winged angels wrapped in barbed wire. She gasped as Griffin’s reflection appeared in the glass behind her, but before she could scream he covered her mouth with his hand.
She smelled a pungent, chemical smell and fell unconscious, her hands that clutched at his arm falling limp by her sides as she slumped.
*        *        *        *
Rebecca tossed her head to the side and inhaled in a gasp as she awoke. A veil of confusion clouded her mind and eyes as her vision snapped into focus. Her senses grappled as she realized she was in the front passenger seat of a car. It was still night and moonlight poured into the car through the windshield though the world outside the car was dark. Too dark—and she realized she was no longer in the city but that the car was parked on the edge of a woods. Dread writhed in her chest like worms. She moved her arms and legs, thankful not to be tied. Her appendages were lethargic but waking.
“Ah, you’re awake,” Griffin said, looking at her from outside the car. He stood on the driver side and peered down at her. The moonlight illuminated only one side of his face and his dark smile vanished into the shadows covering the other side of his stony countenance. “I consider myself an artist, too.” His smile widened. “But of a very different sort.”
She would not speak to him, she would not ask him what he wanted; she knew what he wanted.
Rebecca painfully tore her eyes from his face to survey her surroundings: trees, a deserted road, no lamp posts. Isolation. She could no longer fight her panic and she tore at the door handle and fell to the ground outside the car. She clamored to her feet and ran toward the woods without looking back.
“Yes, run,” she heard him call. “The beauty is in the chase.”
Griffin watched her race into the dark forest as he unbuttoned his shirt and peeled it off his muscular chest. He tossed it in the driver seat as he kicked off his shoes. “Run!” He screamed again as he unfastened his belt buckle and nearly pulled the button from his pants in his haste. He tossed his pants and underwear into the car then leaped over the hood. His bare feet slapped to the ground—and as he screamed her name his voice choked into a howl.
Rebecca heard the sound and stopped momentarily, frozen with fear. She had no idea where she was—what he was—making the horrible sounds that she now heard. Do not think, she told herself. Run.
She ripped through the darkness, stumbling, blind, half-mad with fear. The undergrowth slowed her, but she pushed through. She could hear something clamoring through the forest, gaining on her quickly. She willed herself not to scream, to run as swiftly and quietly as she could. Her mind screamed hide, but she knew the idea was futile. She stumbled onto a path. She looked both directions, each dark, stretching long into the forest. The moonlight broke through the tree’s naked limbs, casting shadows on top of darkness. She chose a direction and ran.
The cold air seared her lungs and she could feel her shoes tearing at her feet. They were not designed for running, for fleeing for your life.
She listened to the forest as she ran. Tried to see into the tree-shrouded vortex of darkness surrounding her. As she ran, she passed a trail mile marker. Three miles! Three miles to where?
Then suddenly the beast lunged onto the trail in front of her.
Eyes. Teeth. Claws. Fur.
Fragmented pieces of reality assaulted her mind. Rebecca screamed and stumbled back. A large, clawed paw swiped at her, tearing her dress and shoulder. She didn’t even feel the lacerations as blood poured down her arm. She turned and ran yet felt another swipe down her back that made her wail. She stumbled yet still ran—and realized—this is the art. She is the art. The beauty in pain.
She knew she would not die quickly.

Adrian Lilly is the author of The Devil You Know, Red Haze, and The Wolf at

His Door. He is a fan of Gothic suspense movies and novels, which greatly influence his writing. Adrian’s writing focuses on strong character development and the nuances of fear that build toward horror. The mansion in his first novel was inspired by houses in the Victorian neighborhood where he lives.Adrian writes novels, short stories and poetry and has spent many years as a copywriter in the advertising industry.
When not writing, Adrian enjoys hiking, biking, canoeing, camping, organic gardening, home canning, and anything else in the realm of sustainable living.
He believes the best time to hike is in the snow or rain.

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1 comment:

  1. Thanks again for interviewing me! I wanted to let your readers know that I've discounted book one, THE WOLF AT HIS DOOR, to just 99 cents.