A small town veterinarian has a big time problem. She's not human. Plagued as a child with an extra-sensitive sense of smell, strength, and eyesight, Anna Callaway always thought she was special. But she didn't understand how special until she met Kieran Hunter. He insists they are True Mates, but he's not human either. He's wolven. Kieran is a protector of his race. No longer the Alpha of his pack, he spends his time searching out and punishing any who may reveal their race to humans. While patrolling, he finds two wolven about to kidnap Anna. He battles to protect her, but is surprised to find himself drawn to her in a way he never expected. The couple must learn to deal with their differences before they can address their similarities. But when three men kidnap Anna, she must decide if she is to embrace the wolven way of life, or return to her quiet existence. And whether to abandon the man who claims her as his True Mate Will Release in paperback on 30 November, 2010!
First of all, Hello everyone, and Larissa, thank you so much for having me today! Today is November 12th, the day after veteran’s day. While writing this, I’m thinking about my time in the service. Yep, I was in the US Air Force for twenty years. Plus I was a military dependant for eighteen years (My Dad was Army). During my years with the service I did a lot of travelling to places I would never be able to visit otherwise. Some of my coworkers and readers shake their heads when I tell them some of the places I have been. Someone asked me the other day what my favorite place to visit was. Wow, that’s so hard to decide. First there’s the places in the United States I’ve been too, from Alaska to Florida, from New Jersey to New Mexico. Somehow I managed to leave out the west coast, and so for those folks, my apologies. Then there’s the amazing places overseas. Places that not everyone knows about.
Of course there’s Cairo, where I spent three months, part of which was in Mean Haus, the hotel directly across from the pyramids. There’s Germany, where during a genealogy trip, I found a 16th century cloister in an old town, with the family name plastered on the walls (Ok, really the names were carved). I spent my sixteenth birthday in a place called Chiemsee. I was there for a conference. I spent a few days in Paris – where someone very close to me got locked in a bathroom on the bus (I so am NOT telling that story here). LOL. I discovered something very interesting on one of those tours I took while living in Europe. Actually I discovered a lot of interesting events. I decided to share two of them with my readers.
First, I discovered I’m not afraid of heights. I’m afraid of seeing the ground beneath my feet. I don’t know what the name of this fear is, but it’s quite intense. You know, the person who avoids walking on grates on the sidewalks? Try climbing up 
into a wind mill in Holland, and discovering the wood slatted deck allows you to see the ground beneath you. Three stories down. Talk about true terror! I survived, and faced my fear, but I can’t say it healed me. LOL. I still avoid those grates, my heart beating a mile a minute. The next day we went to the Eifel Tower, where I wasn’t bothered a bit, because you can’t see the earth beneath your feet – it’s off in the distance.
Another trip I took taught me something about how others feel about the US Military. I went to the Czech Republic, only about 8 months after they were renamed from Czechoslovakia. It was a shopping trip. Czech republic has some of the most beautiful crystal available in both glassware and chandeliers. I couldn’t wait to go on my shopping trip. Karlovy Vary, a city of health and beauty. Shops lined the main street, filled with crystal and leather for the tourist. But I’m kind of nosy, ya know? So I peeked around a corner with my little cheapo camera, and what did I find? It was like stepping back into history. Into a warzone. Rubble. Broken glass. Slums.
The pretty picture we Americans were being shown wasn't the entire story. An elderly gentlemen followed me around the corner, and spoke. His English was broken, but we talked about the shocking difference. He pulled me aside and while everyone else was busy shopping, we were talking about World War II. He told me how happy he was for the help the Americans gave during the war. How young people just didn’t understand. It was one of those moments that made me proud to be in the US Military.
Today a lot of soldiers, airmen and sailors today are returning from the war, the same way they came home from World War II. So many times we see only the bad parts of their returns. We see the bad parts of how people think of Americans. But for every returned member of the military, there are others, overseas, who appreciate what they do. Years from now, another generation of US Military will happen upon those people, and will hear the stories of the bravery of their predecessors. Another generation will remember with pride that they are in the US Military. So Happy Veteran’s day people. J And while you’re reading my books, stop and figure out which sights are ones I visited because of the military. (Oh crud, that would be everything.)
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