I'm very happy Layne Macadam could drop by today and have a chat. Welcome to my blog, Layne!
Interview
Questions
Thank you so much for having me today, Christy.
Do
you write in different genres?
Yes, I sure do. I write suspense, sci-fi,
paranormal, and contemporary. Wolf on Wheels is the first book in my wolf
shifter Heritage Series. Book 2 has some unexpected surprises.
Which
is your favorite genre to write?
I like to stretch my imagination, but if I had to
choose one, I’d say contemporary. Desire Unleashed is a contemporary suspense,
and because it was my first published novel, it holds a special place in my
heart. Desire Denied, Book 2 in the Desire Series was released April 6 and I’m
currently working on Book 3.
How
did you come up with the title for Wolf On Wheels?
Well, it was originally called Lara’s Wolf. It was
the first thing that came to mind to save the file under. I never really warmed
to it, though. The hero Caleb rides a motorbike, and I was trying to
incorporate that into the title.
Do
you title the book first or wait until after it’s complete?
A bit of both, really. All the books in the Desire
Series had their titles before they were written. Obsession Down Under was
originally called The Perfect Rose, and Star Crossed Lovers started out as
Super Nova Princess. I try and title the books to reflect what’s inside and
sometimes I don’t know that until the story is complete!
Is
the book, characters, or any scenes based on a true-life experience, someone
you know, or events in your own life?
I wish! Who wouldn’t love a gorgeous bike riding
wolf shifter in their life? But alas, no, it’s purely fiction, although I do
draw on my travel experiences for location at times.
What
book are you reading now?
I’m currently reading Book 7 in the Outlander Series
by Dianna Gabaldon. I love series because you get to know not only the main
characters in detail but also the secondary characters. They kind of become
like your family.
What
is your current “work in progress” or upcoming projects?
I’m actually working on two books. Desire Rekindled,
the third book in the Desire Series, and the second book in the Heritage Series
as yet untitled. When I hit a brick wall with one, I put it aside and work on
the other.
Can
you share a little of your current work with us?
Sure I would love to. The following snippet is from Book 2 in the Heritage Series, as I said before, I’m yet to come up with a
title!!
Camille Robineau darted between the trees as if her
tail was on fire; the wind tousling her fur, and her feet kicking up clods of
damp earth. Cody was in hot pursuit. Not that he would catch her. She could
always outrun her twin even from when they were cubs. But this time—he was
livid.
Thoughts of his anger increased her speed, and the
wind amplified right along with it. The velocity had picked up and it howled
with menace. The farther she ascended Mt Robson the colder it grew, and a
shiver ran through her. If Cody didn’t back off soon, she’d have to spend the
night. That prospect held no joy. As a rule she loved sleeping in the open, but
she was hungry, having missed lunch, and in no mood to hunt. She paused on a
rocky outcrop and lifting her muzzle, looked up at a leaden sky. Heavy bellied
gray clouds sagged on the treetops, and the clusters of birds huddled on the
lower branches were an omen. Damn it, snow was in the air.
“Can
I be of assistance?” he asked stepping off the machine, his lips curving upward
and his grin broadening as he flashed his pearly whites.
“Ah
thanks, I’m not sure what’s wrong. Betty complains a lot, but she’s never let
me down.”
“Betty?”
“My
car. I have this terrible habit of naming everything.” She giggled. Her
laughter was a deep throaty chuckle that slid over his skin in a smooth
caress.
It was an infectious sound, and he joined in remembering how she’d given names to Nora, and him.
“It
suits her,” he said opening the door for her to step out.
Her
smile widened at his gesture, and her green eyes twinkled with flecks of gold.
She was a vision of loveliness. His heart constricted, and his body tensed at
her nearness. It was a confronting feeling, but not one he disliked.
She
glanced around him her eyes settling on the bike parked near the car. “I love
your bike. Nicer than a Harley, in my humble opinion.”
“Thanks,
yeah it is kind of cool.” It was also cool they had something human in common.
The bike was a CTG 1200 with tall chrome handlebars and chrome muffler. The
petrol tank was black with the CTG logo, a wolf’s face, red eyed with lips
drawn back and teeth bared. His grandsire, Cyrus Thomas Grayson, started the
company, and the family had been manufacturing bikes ever since. Over the last
couple of decades the brand had elevated to a status similar to that of Harley
Davidson. So much so there were only two types of true bikers, the Harley type,
or the CTG type, and he was gratified she was the latter.
“Forgive
me for asking, but did you remember to fill up?” It went against the grain to
deceive her, but he was in a quandary. He had to meet her somehow and this was
the best he could come up with on such short notice.
“Um,
yes two days ago, but I’ve only been on short trips, so it couldn’t be that.”
Caleb
took off his jacket. He wore it for effect not warmth, and to avoid awkward
questions. His kind was immune to the elements. “Pop the hood and I’ll take
a
look. I’m Caleb by the way. Caleb Grayson.”
“Lara Walker. Pleased to meet
you.”
When she pushed her hand into his, a buzz shot up his arm and along his
veins.
He almost howled with joy it felt so damn good. Her skin was silky and her
scent alluring. When he released her fingers, his inner wolf wanted to pounce,
bite her, mark her as his own, but he talked him down.
“Are
you a local?” Her sexy voice sounded so good to his ears.
“Yep, I live farther
up the mountain.”
Her arched brows drew together. “Tell me Caleb, do you ever
see any
wolves?”
Her
question was unexpected, and it made him grin. “Yeah, all the time.” Her index
finger tapped against her bottom lip. “Hmm.”
She didn’t elaborate as she popped
the release mechanism. He lifted the hood
and
tinkered, feeling a fraud. “Any clues?”
“All
looks fine here. Do you mind if I try and turn it over?”
Ginger curls swished
from side to side as she shook her head. “Be my guest.” Caleb climbed into the
driver’s seat and turned the key. The car tried to click
over
but sputtered. He tried again with the same result.
“Out of fuel would be my
guess, Lara.” He liked the way her name rolled off
his
tongue. He liked what else he was going to do to her with his tongue.
“Oh
blast, my fuel gauge has been playing up the last few months but I was
sure
I had plenty of gas left.”
When her brow crinkled again he inhaled sharply. “It
happens to the best of
us.
Tell you what though, how about I run you down to the gas station at the foot
of the mountain? We can fill a can, and I’ll have you back here and on the road
in no time.”
She
didn’t answer right away, which was good, at least she hadn’t rejected the idea
straight up. Her gaze flicked toward the direction they’d come from. The
emotions that crossed her face were easy to read as she weighed her options.
While
he waited for her response his acute hearing detected the sound of an
approaching vehicle. He wanted her answer before it reached them so gave her a
prompt.
“I’ll
be a proper gentleman, scouts honor.” His left hand went over his heart, and
with his right, thumb holding little finger down, gave the traditional scout
salute.
She
dragged her eyes back and focused on his ink. Her message was clear. Could
someone like him be trusted? A biker? His Wolf tattoo loomed large on his upper
arm, and dressed as he was in low slung ripped denims and a tank top, with his
black hair pulled back in a ponytail showing the large birthmark on his neck,
he guessed he didn’t look the gentlemanly type. And although he’d always been
disdainful of her kind, he ached for her to come to him of her own accord.
There’d be no coercion, but she did need time to get to know him, love him, and
he needed time to know her, love her.
They
both turned as the sleek black Porsche pulled off the road and stopped beside
them.
“I
didn’t get very far,” Lara announced as the human male he recognized from
before got out of the car.
“Yes,
I can see that. Sorry I was so long, couldn’t escape.” Joe pulled a face and
shrugged.
“Understandable,
Molly loves a chat. Joe, this is Caleb, he lives farther up the
mountain
and stopped to give me a hand. Joe and I just met at my sister’s earlier
today,” she explained.
When
Joe, stuck out his hand in the traditional human greeting, he wanted to crush
it. He could smell the other man’s lust, and it enraged his inner wolf. Caleb’s
silver-gray eyes flickered and narrowed, and the hairs on the back of his neck
thickened and stood on end. “Calm yourself,” he instructed his inner wolf.
“He
wants our mate. I will rip out his throat before I allow that to happen.”
“Trust me, it won’t happen, but we can’t rush this—humans are not like us.” “Be
warned, I will not wait forever.”
When his inner wolf retreated, Caleb shook
the other man’s hand.
*
“I
feel such a dork. Seems I ran out of gas.” Lara forced a smile as she made the
explanation. When Joe’s Porsche pulled into the lay-by, rather than excitement
at seeing him again it was disappointment she felt. She’d really wanted to
throw her leg over the CTG and ride behind Caleb, and now felt robbed.
“Nonsense,
it happens, and sometimes these old cars can be unpredictable. How about I
drive you to the gas station, pick up enough fuel to get Betty moving, and then
follow you back down.”
Her
gaze swung from the well-dressed clean-cut graphic designer to the longhaired
tattooed bad-boy biker. Both men were sexy and drop dead gorgeous, but it was
on the biker that her gaze lingered. When he’d made the same offer earlier
she’d been ready to accept. Even now, uncharacteristic lustful visions of her
jumping onto the saddle behind him, gripping his hips and pressing her body
hard up against his butt, his back, his thighs, entered her usually rational
mind.
“So,
what do you say?”
When
Joe spoke, the image in her head disappeared like a puff of smoke in the wind,
and she almost groaned at the loss.
“My
offer still stands, you choose.” Caleb’s voice was upbeat, and when his lips
pulled back into an engaging smile, her heart gave a little kick.
She
ached to turn her vision into a reality, to feel the excitement of the wind in
her face and him in her arms as they weaved down the mountain at speed, but it
was her sensible inner voice that won out.
“Caleb,
I can’t thank you enough for your help and your offer, but—” “Don’t sweat it. I
get it—sensible choice.” The smile slid off his face.
Layne
Macadam lives with her husband, two dogs and a cantankerous cat named Bob, on
the beautiful east coast of Australia. She holds down a full-time job and
has a degree in history.
Always
an avid reader with a vivid imagination, writing romance seemed a natural
progression for her. After her first novel, a romantic suspense, was
published in 2013 she decided to branch out and write different genres.
Her
love of history has fueled her other passion, which is travel. Layne has
been fortunate enough to have explored lots of this wonderful world we live in,
and of course her travels have been a tremendous help when creating a backdrop
for her stories. Her works include Desire Unleashed, Desire Denied, Obsession
Down Under, Star Crossed Lovers, and Wolf on Wheels, Book 1 in her Heritage
Shifter Series.
