Ilona’s Wolf: A Fairy Tale Romance by Lyndi Lamont
Genre: Steamy Fantasy Romance Novella
Please welcome Lyndia Lamont and her character Sir Rolf of Klosterlupe for a author/character interview. Stay tuned after the interview for a blurb and excerpt from Ilona’s Wolf.
Interview with Sir Rolf of Klosterlupe:
LL: Thanks for sitting down with me today, Sir Rolf. Tell us a little about yourself.
I’m a knight of the King’s Guard, sworn to protect the royal family of Velosia.
LL: I understand you have some kind of special power. Can you tell us about it? I promise it is safe to do so.
I’m a werewolf.
LL: When did you discover you were able to shift into wolf form?
I was just a babe the first time I shifted. My parents had no idea what to do with me.
LL: Did you have special education or training to hone your power?
Yes. I was taken to Klosterlupe, the headquarters of a knightly order, many of whom are werewolves. There I was educated, trained to become a knight and taught to control my powers.
LL: Do you consider your power a gift or a curse? Why?
I admit there are times when it is useful to assume wolf form, but for the most part I consider it a curse. Especially after being cursed by Bruno of Grimmdorn, which left me unable to shift back into human form for many months.
LL: How does having this power complicate your life?
Shapeshifters are maligned and mistrusted by the Velosian people. We must hide in plain sight, or if that is not possible, in the shadows.
LL: If you could swap your power for another one, what would it be?
Anything else, as long as I can remain human.
Imagine a world filled with magic, a tormented knight, a damsel in distress, an evil sorcerer…
While picking herbs in the woods, Princess Ilona is rescued from a woodsman by a wolf. When the creature licks her wounds, it is suddenly transformed into a man. A very handsome, very naked man who makes passionate love to her in a glade. She has dreamed of a handsome knight to aid her cause, but a werewolf?
Cursed by an evil wizard, Rolf was trapped in wolf form until he tasted the blood of a royal. Now he must escort the princess on a hazardous journey back to the castle to stop an ill-fated wedding and face the evil wizard who placed the evil curse on Rolf.
Passion flares between them, but both know there is no future for a princess and a werewolf. Or is there? In a world where magic and passion combine, anything may be possible.
(Previously published by Amber Quill Press)
She sat frozen, her back to the tree. Oh, gods, don’t let it see me. She tried to cast an invisibility spell, but to no avail. The wolf looked at her, golden eyes gleaming, mouth open, showing off large, sharp teeth. She closed her eyes and gripped her throat with both hands. Quaking with terror, she listened as the animal padded toward her. She felt its hot breath on her cheek.
Opening her eyes a slit, she stared into the face of the wolf. Sad eyes stared at her, and her fears receded. Perhaps he’d been tamed. She reached out with what was left of her powers, but sensed no immediate danger. “Good wolf,” she stammered.
She held out one shaking fist, and the wolf sniffed it before licking her knuckles. It moved closer, sniffing her clothing. To her surprise, the animal hunkered down beside her and laid its head on her leg. Carefully, she touched it, stroking the soft fur.
Relief flooded through her. Saved by a wolf, of all creatures. “Thank the gods you showed up when you did. I’d no wish to be ravished by the likes of him.”
The wolf lifted its head and seemed to smile up at her, mouth open, tongue lolling.
She smiled at the canine as she continued to pet it. “Grateful I am for you rescuing me, but ’tis not exactly what a girl dreams of. Where’s my knight on a white steed? ‘Tis he who is supposed to do the rescuing.”
When the wolf lowered his head, sniffing between her legs, she laughed and pushed it away. “Rude creature.”
The animal responded by sitting up and resting its head on her breast. She put both arms around it and hugged it close, dropping a kiss on its head. “Do not misunderstand, Sir Wolf, but I still wish you were a knight. A strong, handsome knight like my Werner.”
The familiar sadness filled her at the memory of her husband. “I miss him so much, you know. Dagmar says another knight will come for me, a handsome knight to protect us and make sweet, passionate love to me.”
The wolf whined and raised his head to lick her cheek. Laughing, she tried to push him away, but he licked her full on the mouth. She closed her eyes, stunned when her powers came rushing back, like a flood of magic coursing around her.
Turning aside, she summoned her basket to her side. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the wolf jump up, staring at the basket. Her vision seemed to blur as the wolf’s face slowly became humanlike, then shifted back. She must have hit her head harder than she’d thought if she was seeing things. She closed her eyes and shook her head, but the aching had receded.
When she peeked again, the wolf was gone, and a naked man crouched in front of her. A handsome, well-built man with shaggy brown hair and golden brown eyes.
Lyndi Lamont is the racy alter ego of author Linda McLaughlin, who writes historical and Regency Romance. Since becoming Lyndi Lamont, she has discovered that writing sexy romance is a license to be naughty, at least between the pages of a book.
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