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I watched too much “Creature Double Feature” when I was a girl. Seriously. How else would an 8 year-old grow up with a fascination for werewolves, zombies, gozillas, and vampires? Heck, I was convinced a vampire lived under my bed. Sadly, he didn’t look like Robert Pattinson.
Growing up, I got into Anne Rice. She fueled my need for the supernatural with her vampires and witches. Then I discovered Victoria Holt with her gothic tales of spooky manors, secrets, omens, brooding heroes and high drama.
When I decided to plunge headlong into paranormal romance writing, I decided to write about werewolves. It was an interesting choice to say the least. Vampires were popular, but the werewolf – well, it’s not easy to be a wolf in love. Throw out eternal life. Werewolves die. They’re feral, hairy, and hate silver. Heck, what are they suppose to eat off? China plates? My grandmother would disapprove.
What I love about writing werewolves, especially in my Budapest Moon series, is how the man, who is a wolf, struggles to hold onto his humanity. That’s the crux of each novel.
Another aspect I enjoy is world building. The setting of the novel, the myths, the beliefs are fun to create and are only limited by your imagination.
In the Budapest Moon Series, a wolf needs a witch. My witches, Resa and Esmé, take a holistic approach to healing, using natural based lotions and potions.
My wolves, Matthias and Anton, are challenged – only turning into wolves during the full moon. Their moods change with the phases of moon and when there is a waxing gibbous, their fangs ooze with an intoxicating venom that heightens lovemaking, but they must be careful – they don’t want to get too carried away or their venom will turn the one they’re kissing into a wolf.
In 1997, I visited Budapest on a USO trip right before I left the military and I fell in love with the city. The Danube River runs through it and in the 1840’s, the Széchenyi Bridge was built over the river to connect the two sides, Buda and Pest. It’s the earliest chain suspension bridge built. For me, personally, the best views can be found at Fisherman’s Bastian. It’s a ½ mile long wall built on Buda Hill overlooking Pest and the Danube. The view is awe-inspiring. Budapest’s architecture is that rare gem in Central Europe which makes one believe that a werewolf just might exist there.
About the Author:
Stephanie’s latest release is “Danube in Candlelight,” Book 3 in the Budapest Moon Series. Stephanie was born and raised in Manchester, NH. She served in the US Army from 1986-1997 and now works as a 911 Dispatcher for LAPD.
Danube in Candlelight is set in 1922 in Budapest, Hungary. Morgan Duma returns home after a long stay in England. Her happiness is short lived when her mother is gravely injured. To save her mother, her father wants to turn her into a werewolf so the unnatural healing factor can help her back to health. Her father’s secret, that he’s a werewolf, now revealed, turns Morgan’s world upside down. Will Morgan submit to the baser, more primal urges in her blood and embrace the feral nature of the wolf?
5 Stars, Reader’s Favorite:
This story is the closest I have ever come to reading a book that feels like a movie!
5 Hearts, Sizzling Hot Book Reviews:
Once again, Stephanie Burkhart has touched my imagination and with her writing brings 1922 Hungary to life. Danube in Candlelight is a very romantic, yet spicy read. This is a must read if you enjoy the paranormal werewolf stories or even if you merely enjoy a great romance.
3.5 Books, Hope Chest Reviews:
“A pleasant, easy read…with a unique historical setting.”
Book Trailer on You Tube: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dgzUIHCRN0I
ENJOY THIS EXCERPT:
Morgan drew in a deep breath as the knot in her shoulder tensed. Adam had a point. How could she be so self-centered, dwelling on her high-strung emotions? Perhaps it was a cover. Perhaps she couldn’t face the real issue because it mortified her. She didn’t want to think about it now. Morgan turned her head away and reached over her shoulder to massage that tension-filled knot.
“Turn around.” Adam’s voice brooked no debate. She liked a man who commanded authority. Morgan turned, and he massaged both her shoulders. Heat from his hands trailed down her back. Her core warmed. Her body relaxed, reacting instinctively and with a desire she couldn’t hide.
“Did I hit a nerve?” he asked.
“A nerve? In my neck?” She took a step backward to be closer to him.
“No. About your father. Is your real fear about what will happen to your mother once he turns her?” Adam kept his voice low and leaned close to her ear.
She closed her eyes briefly and faced her anxiety. “Yes.”
“Morgan, our fathers’ condition has a host of positive traits — heightened senses, for example, but the best trait is the healing factor.”
“I understand, Adam. That healing factor will help my mother recover from her awful injuries, but it comes with a tradeoff — she’s going to become a werewolf.”
“Is it better she become addicted to morphine? That addiction is a beast in itself. Which would you prefer she’d become? The soldiers hooked on morphine have vacant eyes, and their hands tremble for their next fix. Do you want that for your mother? Fighting something she can’t win against, or do you want her dealing with a manageable condition? Both our fathers are good men. They’ve managed it.”
Morgan pursed her lips. Adam’s tone was laced in objectivity and confidence, offering her a plausible reason for her father’s actions. Morgan didn’t want a shell of skin and bones that resembled her mother — she wanted her mother well, both emotionally and physically. Why had she been so selfish not to see that?
“It doesn’t bother you that you have these traits?”
“I’m comfortable with who I am.”
Morgan spun around, pressing the length of her body against Adam, curving her hand around the nape of his neck, and bringing his lips to hers. Their mouths met in a searing kiss full of desire. Want. Warmth. Pleasure replaced Morgan’s emotional pain, and she deepened the kiss between them by sweeping her tongue into his mouth.
Adam groaned, wrapped his hands around her waist, and tugged her closer. Morgan continued the kiss, nipping his lower lip with her teeth. A blast of heat from his body washed over her like an ocean wave, sending pleasure spiraling through her. God, she had never felt so wonderful.
He threaded his hand through her hair and then yanked her head back. His mouth fell to her neck. Shivers of delight followed the hard, demanding kisses he placed on her skin.
“Adam, God, don’t stop…”
He did just that. He withdrew his hand from her hair, sliding it down the side of her body to rest at her waist. She looked into his golden eyes blazing with the flames of desire. Adam drew in a deep breath.
“Damn, Morgan, I am a man, and I have more control than that.”
She placed her hand over his heart. “You enjoyed it. Don’t deny it.”
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