RedHotRomance

Okay, so I'm working away on Wolf Tales III, my series about shapeshifting wolves, and the story is moving along the way it's supposed to, and I get to a point where my hero and heroine, who are being stalked by government agents hoping to trap shapeshifters for a clandestine breeding farm, suddenly turn the tables and the bad guys end up dead...one, two, three...only there are four of them, and before the hero can kill the fourth bad guy, my heroine stops him and says NO...he's one of us. He's Chanku! And I'm like, now wait a GD minute, folks...where the hell did that come from? And that, my friends, is why I love to write. I never know. Each book is like one surprise after another. I turn my characters loose and they tell me things I never would have figured out on my own. The secret is to give them the freedom to spin the tale their way...and Lord knows they do! From a secondary character w/o a name, I've now got Baylor Quinn, a secret government agent with an even bigger secret--he has always believed he was a shapeshifter. Has always wondered if the dreams he's had since childhood actually meant something...and now he's faced by a really pissed off male wolf and an equally frightening she-wolf, and it all comes together, and yes, he is one of them and they are willing to accept him into the pack. That's where I left off today, and I have no idea where the story will go from here, but I can't wait to get back to it, to let my fingers fly as my characters lead me into the next chapter. It's fantasy, it's fiction, it's so real it gives me chills...and I can't imagine doing anything else with my life. Damn, I love my job! And yeah, Baylor will definitely have his own book. Dayum, the man is hot!