1. Before we start talking about your book, why don’t you tell everybody a little bit about yourself?
Katalina Leon: : I’m a native Californian. I’m married to my first big love and I’m the mother of a thirteen-year-old son.
2. Besides writing, what other things do you enjoy doing in your spare time?
Katalina Leon: I love taking long dog walks with my husband and brainstorming book ideas. My husband is an artist and writer too. As often as I can take a yoga class to work up a sweat.
3. What is your daily routine as far as when you have an idea for your story?
Katalina Leon: When I get a new idea, I immediately open a new folder and start making notes before those initial inspirations slip away. My files will include photos, links and music that will suit the mood of the story.
4. Where do you get your ideas from?
Katalina Leon: Everywhere! I never know where the next book inspiration is going to come from.
5. Out of all of the stories you’ve written so far, what would be your favorite and why?
Katalina Leon: I have a few favorites. Today I’m going to say “The Strix” from Loose Id Publishing. I went all out to write that one and I really fell in love with the immortal gladiator Tyr that I left stranded in a bad situation and had to redeem. This is a blurb for The Strix:
“A cursed amber amulet unearthed in Pompeii flings Arcona into a past life of witchcraft, bloodshed, revenge and sexual slavery to the cruel Master of a gladiatorial school. This violent parallel world is populated with “Slayers,” blood-drinking immortals devoted to the gods of war and mayhem.
As a Strix, or malignant witch, Arcona once used sex and blood rituals to create a race of immortal warriors to unleash on Rome. Now it’s time to pay.
The gladiator Tyr was one desperately lonely lover she betrayed. Against his will, she turned him into Upir Likhyi, a foul vampire. For two millennia he’s lived a grim existence as a Slayer, in constant sexual arousal yet denied release; now, he's pissed off and wants revenge. He kidnaps Arcona planning to drink her dry and break the curse.
Along the way Arcona and Tyr relive their sexual slavery at the hands of Rome and blood sport in the arena, but the real magic is they forgive and fall in love.
Too bad another Slayer wants them dead.”
This one is part of The Bag Of Tricks book series I co-authored with Amber Skyze.
6. Tell us something funny about yourself that not a lot of people know about?
Katalina Leon: I love making people laugh and I’m not above making a total fool of myself to see you smile.
7. Does any of the stories you’ve written based on real life experiences or basically just from imagination?
Katalina Leon: It’s wildly exaggerated truth, but often real emotions and real reactions to fictionalized events work their way into the books.
8. Does your ‘muse’ have a name and if so what is his/her name?
Katalina Leon: My muse is a dark brooding man with a hole in his heart that only love and adventure can fill. He wears a lot of different faces but sometimes I just call him “Indigo”.
9. What other genre besides the one you are writing about now would you like to venture into writing?
Katalina Leon: I’m developing some side projects with my husband in the Sci-fi and Horror genres.
10. Who are your favorite authors that are out now?
Katalina Leon: This is a loaded question. I have so many favorites. Today I’m going to say Zoe Archer. She writes vivid descriptions and romantic steampunk adventures. I got hooked on her Blades Of The Rose series.
11. Who is your favorite female and male characters from your books and why?
Katalina Leon: Today I’m still emotionally involved with Aubert Marston and Corrine Fontaine from “Loup-Garou For You”. I love those two and they’re sticking with me.
12. What do you think is the hardest thing about being a writer?
Katalina Leon: When I’m sitting at the computer and my mind is drifting, and I’m not writing, I often feel guilty about not getting up to do something more constructive.
13. What advice would you give someone who wants to start off being a writer?
Katalina Leon: Do it! If you feel called to write a story you owe it to yourself to heed that call. You’ll never regret it. Writing is quality time with your deepest self.
14. If you hadn’t become a writer, what do you think you would be doing right now?
Katalina Leon: Well, if wasn’t a writer my house would be a lot cleaner…
15. What would be the perfect Romantic getaway?
Katalina Leon: Is time-travel an option? There are a lot of places I would love to see. Wherever I go I need coffee in the morning and DSL access.
Well now that we got the question and answer out of the way…..why don’t you tell us about your latest story you have out now?
My latest book from Ellora’s Cave is a doozy! It’s as hot as Louisiana red pepper sauce. “Loup-Garou For You” is book 2 in the Voodoo Bayou series behind “Sugar Roux Voodoo”, but it can be read as a stand alone. This is the story of planation owner Aubert Marston’s awaking on his twenty-seventh birthday to the shocking discovery that he is becoming a wolf man or Loup-Garou—and he’s not alone.
Bayou Country, 1834. Aubert Marston awakens on the eve of his twenty-seventh birthday to discover he’s undergone some disturbing physical changes. His body is bigger, stronger and hairier than it’s ever been, and burns with the lust of a beast. To make matters worse, a hundred guests are about to arrive for the plantation’s annual ball.
A mysterious young woman named Corrine appears in his home, temping Aubert to unleash the inner lycan, and family secrets from a medieval past surface. Corrine lures Aubert to a bayou camp of Cajun Loup-Garous—werewolves, But Aubert’s wealth and good looks are no advantage here. He must surrender to his feral nature and fight tooth and claw against another male pack member to claim Corrine as his own.
With clockwork precision, in the restless hour before dawn, the oppressive leviathan of a nightmare rose from the depths, grabbed Aubert and yanked him down.
Once the dream captured him there was no hope of being spared. Aubert’s heart pounded and sweat broke on his brow, but all he could do was endure the inevitable as it unfolded behind his closed lids. He willed himself to wake but there was no escape from the anguish that insisted on being relived each morning.
This had happened so often in recent days that it was more of a ritual than a dream. Aubert remained alert but helpless as a strange trancelike state dragged him along an unrelenting storyline seemingly written in stone.
He heard the familiar crunch of frost beneath his boots and felt the chill of a howling gale as he crossed a rugged mountain pass. He glanced down and saw the same sight he saw every morning—a rough woolen tunic covered in chain mail, bloodstained leather leggings and a dagger strapped to his hip. The details never varied. A jolt of insight raced through him that this wasn’t merely a dream, that this limbo realm was as solid as anything he’d ever known.
The rocky pass descended into a steep valley cleaved in two by a turbulent green river. Against an amber sunset a rustic cottage with curved walls and a conical thatched roof perched near the river’s edge. The cottage appeared neglected, without a trace of candlelight within or a comforting curl of smoke rising from the hearth.
He knew what came next and it didn’t lessen the emotional impact in the slightest. He’d memorized this part of the dream. Tortured thoughts tumbled through his mind.
She must be freezing. Why didn’t she light a fire? I left her enough wood for winter...
And indeed a well-stocked woodpile sat unused beside the cottage.
At that moment, true panic set in.
He had to reach the cottage and find her. There would be no peace until he knew. He ran so fast he slid and toppled on the icy path. The hilt of his heavy broadsword struck and bruised his leg. He stood and limped forward but he wasn’t moving fast enough.
He cast the sword aside in frustration, stripped away his clothing and fell to the ground on all fours. He scraped his fingers into the frozen earth, relishing the biting sting of ice beneath his fingernails, and watched as his hands transformed into gripping paws and his arms and legs morphed into the lean limbs of a wolf.
He sprang to his feet in the agile body of a wolf and loped down the path at great speed. As he approached the cottage, he stopped to sniff the air. Snow flurries stung his eyes as he squinted with suspicion through the cottage’s unlatched door. He sensed no movement in the shadows, nor did he catch the faint whiff of a freshly extinguished campfire, all disturbing signs that he was alone in this desolate place.
He padded inside the cottage, sniffing everything in frantic agitation, but only a faded hint of her hung in the air. In a crushing instant he knew she’d deserted the cottage weeks, perhaps months ago while he was on crusade.
Aside from a bed, table and a few practical things, the cottage was bare. Her colorful silk scarves, painted bowls and endless jars filled with dried herbs and magical talismans were missing—including her sacred book of truths, the possession of which was a virtual death sentence if discovered by the royal court.
Before he had left on the king’s errand into Saracen territory, she had warned him it would have to be this way when he returned and he had refused to believe her.
The harsh facts soured in his soul. The love of his life and his secret wife was gone. He knew she had fled east to distant lands, where his liege King Charlemagne forbade him to follow. By now she was far beyond his reach. Bitter emptiness unlike any tragedy he’d ever tasted sliced deep into his heart.
He hated her for leaving and wanted her back but he also understood why she had done it. She’d saved her life and his, and most likely the life of their unborn child. After the enchantment she’d cast on him, she couldn’t remain in France and expect to live.
For everyone’s sake, the secret had to remain hidden. In his heart of hearts he knew she had done the right thing, but it didn’t ease his grief. Now that she was gone he’d never again have what he desired most. Bleak days lay ahead. True love, passion and a piece of his soul were lost to him. There would be no replacing her. Any woman who followed in her wake would merely be a shadow of what had been.
He threw back his head and howled the low, mournful wolf wail of an abandoned mate.
There was no answer within the valley’s icy solitude.
In that abysmal moment he locked his heart, trapping loneliness and anger within, and pounced on the bed they had shared as lovers. In a vicious storm of flying straw and feathers, he tore into the mattress with fangs bared and shredded it, guaranteeing no one would ever lie on their wedding bed again.
Louisiana, plantation country, August 1834
Aubert stirred half-asleep on the bed and kicked a restless leg free of the covers. It was far too warm for even the weight of a sheet on his bare skin. He lay trapped in a strange dream about shredding a mattress. The muscles of his jaw ached from grinding his teeth. The exhausting dream caused extreme agitation. No sleep at all might have been better.
The shrill screech of a peacock jolted him awake, freeing him at last from the dream’s oppressive grip. He flipped sideways and shouted out of the open bedroom window, “Stop the holler’n!”
The peacock ignored his pleas and shrieked louder. Its sharp cry yanked Aubert’s nerves taut and punished his ringing eardrums.
“I don’t want to hear that damn racket.” He covered his ears with his palms. “Between nightmares and squawking birds, a man can’t sleep a wink. It ain’t right. It can’t be morning already.”
But he clearly saw it was. A golden ribbon of light glowed on the horizon. Aubert squinted out of the second story window of the stately Marston plantation house and saw the other sure sign of morning, the emerald flash of peacock feathers fluttering atop the horse stables.
The beautiful but irritating bird hopped across the roofline of the stable, continuing to shriek a nerve-grating welcome to the rising sun.
“Do you have to do that?” Aubert glared at the noisy bird. “You’re killing me, you fancy piece of poultry.”
Inside Scoop: This story contains mild bondage, southern hospitality, consensual sexual torment, f/f, m/m, anal play, cage fighting and unfettered animal lust. Enjoy!
A Romantica® historical paranormal erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave
Loup-Garou For You is available now from Ellora’s Cave
Katalina Leon: Thank you so much Jamallah for having me as a guest.
Bio: Katalina Leon
I’m an artist, an author, mother and wife. I write for Ellora’s Cave, Loose Id Publishing and a couple new publishers to be announced soon. I try to bring a touch of the mystical and a big sense of adventure to everything I write because I believe there’s a bold, kick-ass heroine inside all of us who wants to take a wild ride with a strong worthy hero.
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