WINTERBLAZE by Kristen Callihan
Once blissfully in love . . .
Poppy Lane is keeping secrets. Her powerful gift has earned her membership in the Society for the Suppression of Supernaturals, but she must keep both her ability and her alliance with the Society from her husband, Winston. Yet when Winston is brutally attacked by a werewolf, Poppy's secrets are revealed, leaving Winston's trust in her as broken as his body. Now Poppy will do anything to win back his affections . . .
Their relationship is now put to the ultimate test.
Winston Lane soon regains his physical strength but his face and heart still bear the scars of the vicious attack. Drawn into the darkest depths of London, Winston must fight an evil demon that wants to take away the last hope of reconciliation with his wife. As a former police inspector, Winston has intelligence and logic on his side. But it will take the strength of Poppy's love for him to defeat the forces that threaten to tear them apart.
Kristen Callihan is a child of the 80’s, which means she's worn neon skirts, black-lace gloves, and combat boots (although never all at once) and can quote John Hughes movies with the best of them. A life long daydreamer, she finally realized that the characters in her head needed a proper home and thus hit the keyboard. She believes that falling in love is one of the headiest experiences a person can have, so naturally she writes romance. Her love of superheroes, action movies, and history led her to write historical paranormals. She lives in the Washington D.C. area and, when not writing, looks after two children, one husband, and a dog — the fish can fend for themselves.
Random AUTHOR Facts:
As a girl, I played Santa Lucia for the Swedish Embassy’s Santa Lucia festival, in which I wore a crown of candles and walked down an aisle while other girls sang this song. In case you have no idea what I’m talking about: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Saint_Lucy%27s_Day
It was all very angelic. Both loved and hated the attention. And I am not Swedish.
I am half Norwegian, actually. The other half is Irish-American.
My paternal great-grandmother was considered to be the local witch in Fayetteville, NC. People were said to be fearful of her “evil eye.”
Above story was relayed to me by my father, who was known to stretch a tale or two. So believe at your own risk.
Then again, people are said to be fearful of my “evil eye” so…
I took flying lesions when I was sixteen. Got accepted into Embry-Riddle Aeronautical University. Then promptly went to University of Maryland to major in Social-Cultural Anthropology. I have no idea why.
I’ve worked for National Geographic, Discovery Communications, and Voice of America. This sounds way more fun that it actually was.
At 5”7’ I am the shortest of my siblings. My sister used to call me “stumpy.” I am an oak stuck in a forest of sequoias. So not fair.
Random WRITER facts:
Though I haven’t told them, both my agent and my editor rejected my first manuscript (at different points in the process, obviously). Which goes to show, if at first you don’t succeed…
My agent and I share the same first name. We always laugh when we greet each other on the phone. Very mature. My editor has the same name as my son.
I often give my walk-on characters the names of my friends or family.
There are many Easter eggs hiding in my books. These run from references to favorite writers and artists (such as classical sculptor, Gian Lorenzo Bernini), to certain items popping up again and again. See if you can find them.