Feral Hearts Tales, Book 2
Genre: Shifter/paranormal romance/gay romance
Publisher: Lightbane Publications
Date of Publication: 9/14/2015
Word Count: 90,000
Cover Artist: Fiona Jayde
Tucker and Ryder figured that the worst was over. They'd gotten used to being lycans, they'd managed to not get killed by werewolf hunters and they'd stopped a crazy magician from trying to unleash Armageddon.
However, as they try to get back to their lives, they find a whole host of new problems awaiting them. The government has established a task force to deal with paranormal threats and lycans are at the top of that list. There is a monster prowling the dark places of New York City. And the Moon Spirit has an agenda for them to fulfill.
Moon Born continues the story of Love Bites, with new characters, new dangers and new complications for Ryder and Tucker's relationship.
D. River has been writing for many decades, and most of it is filthy, dirty stuff that you absolutely shouldn't read. Highly-trained experts have successfully quarantined most of that work to keep save innocent bystanders from debilitating cases of blushing.
D. River started putting out books for sale with Wild Horses. Since no one told him to stop, he went on to publish other novels, including the popular Love Bites. The men in white coats caught up with him, though, and he vanished off the face the of Earth. Having made his escape and having set up shop in an abandoned adult toy factory, he is now ready to unleash more paranormal romances/adventure stories on an unsuspecting world.
Please welcome Moon Born author D. River to Diane’s Book Blog.
If you could be best friends with one of your characters, who would it be?
I guess I'd pick Ryder. I mean, I'd want to give Tucker all sorts of hugs but he'd just glare at me if I tried it. Ryder has a good sense of humor about things and a positive outlook. He'd be fun to hang out with.
What inspired you to write your first book?
The arrogance of being fifteen. No, really. I kept reading books and being annoyed by various things and so I decided to try doing it myself. I was really, really bad at it. But from the get-go, I was hooked.
What is your favorite book that you wrote?
That would have to be the YA I wrote under my real name of Chris O'Guinn—Fearless. There was a flow and poetry to that book that I don't know if I can ever duplicate. Usually, the writing process for me is akin to bathing a cat—a lot of screaming, crying and bleeding. Fearless was incredibly easy to write.
What books have most influenced your life?
The book that really changed my whole world view was "The Outsiders" by S.E. Hinton. It really opened my eyes and made me see people in a different way. It made me more observant, too, and empathetic, which is part of what made me into a writer.
Who is your favorite author and what is it that really strikes you about their work?
It's hard to answer this one because different authors do different things well. For romance, my favorite right now is Sean Kennedy. He's got such a hilarious wit and his characters always seem to surprise me. In paranormal, I like to point to J.L. O'Faolain's Section 13 series. The way he fluidly integrates magic and the modern world really impresses me.
Can you share a little of your current work with us?
Sure. Here's a little bit from the beginning:
"You sound like a fainting Southern belle," Tucker said as he sorted through the mail.
Ryder splayed out a little wider in an effort to get more of the fan-generated breeze on his overcooked skin. "It's hot."
"No, but really, it's hot."
Tucker's stubbled, tired face brightened in a smile. "Yeah, see, I was outside. You know, as in not lying mostly naked on the bed with the AC and four—no, five fans on me."
"And whose fault is that?"
"Well, it's Obama's fault, of course. Everything is his fault somehow."
"Oh yeah. I forgot." Ryder arched his eyebrows at his boyfriend. "You could join me…"
Tucker licked his lips. "Doesn't look like there's room."
"Oh, you know, we always seem to find a way to make things fit."
Tucker's eyes smoldered. "I seem to recall that we have had some luck with that."
"Just so we're clear, sweat is not going to be a substitute for lube."
"I just like my ass unbroken, thank you very much," Ryder said.
"I like your ass too."
"I see no evidence of that." Ryder waved his hand at him. "You're seriously un-naked. Fix that."
"You are such a bossy little beta."
"I never said I wasn't. By my count, it's been at least seventeen hours since I've been pounded into a whimpering puddle of goo—"
"It paints a picture, I think. Anyway—and you're still not naked, by the way—I thought we'd agreed that no more than—"
A terrifying clicking sound rang out, the meaning of which had Ryder whimpering in horror. The fans coasted to a stop. The pathetic AC unit went dead. In seconds, the suffocating heat that Ryder had been hiding from crept into the room like a silent killer, stalking over to them with a bloody knife of excruciating heat in its hand. It felt like a steam pipe had broken open and flooded the room. Ryder's noises got even more pathetic, which he was just sure Tucker would make fun of him for later. It certainly wasn't the sort of noise one would expect from a guy who could turn himself into a ferocious, bipedal predator.
"Great, you tripped a breaker," Tucker said.
"Please tell me that's all it is…"
Tucker went over to the window and peeked through the blinds. "Nope, the signs on the laundromat and the Thai place are both out."
"Oh crap. Now I really will die."
"It will probably come back on in a minute."
Ryder wasn't so sure. He rolled onto his side and flailed ungracefully until his hand landed on his phone. But while he was able to touch it with his fingers, grabbing it was something else entirely, and instead he just toppled it onto the floor.
"Shut up," he said as Tucker laughed at him.
He wormed his way over the edge and felt around amidst discarded socks, empty water bottles, a magazine that was probably the Sports Illustrated he had been looking for, and the leash he had bought Tucker as a gag gift. His phone, however, was nowhere in reach, which prompted him to stretch more and half fall out of the bed.
That made Tucker laugh even harder.
"You could help me, you know," Ryder said.
"I could, but it's funnier to watch."
"I swear that fucking phone grows legs sometimes."
"Are you saying it's some sort of werephone?"
"Possibly," Ryder muttered. "Wouldn't be the weirdest thing we've seen."
"Sad but true."
What do you prefer paperback, hardcover, or ebooks?
E-books all the way. I am a total convert. I never again have to worry about running out of reading material on a long plane flight.
Do you have anything specific that you want to say to your readers?
Well, firstly thanks to everyone for taking part of the Blog Tour. As an indie author, it means a lot to me when people will take some time to find out about one of my books.
In a more general sense, though, I would just like to encourage all readers to take a few minutes to give books they read a review in a place of their choosing. Small press and indie authors live and die by reviews. Even if it's a bad review, it's appreciated—as long as it's constructive of course and not just something mean about the author.