Hallowe’en, Part I: Wolf Ice
My friend R.G. Hart wrote a Hallowe’en blog, thus inspiring me to write about Hallowe’en and my horror-flava-ed books.
This year, my son Max wants to be Superman. Fingers crossed that there will be a suitable costume left in Cornwall by Friday. Last year, he was Batman. Fortunately, our baby will just let us dress her up in anything.
I never had too much fun as a kid on Hallowe’en because my parents were too cheap to buy me a new costume. I was a princess for, like, five years in a row. Ah, well.
My first featured book is not strictly about Hallowe’en, but it is about werewolves. I’m a werewolf fan. Team Jacob all the way. Like my Bewere the Night bio states, I prefer werewolves (warm, furry) to vampires (cold, dead).
Wolf ice killed Leila’s best friend. And now it’s stealing Leila’s self-control.
Wolf ice disinhibits werewolf brains: it makes them act like animals. Lusty, angry, hungry animals.
Wolf ice drives Leila straight into the arms (and on to other anatomical parts) of her ex-boyfriend.
Wolf ice could slay all Montreal wers–in fact, all wers around the world–unless Leila stops him.
Can she fight past the lust in order to save her species?