A new book release and beastly heroes

I finally have a new book out. My hero is a little different from the normal romance hero. He is half-wolf and half-man. Does that make him any less appealing? I don't think so and neither does the heroine. :) The Wolf Queen is a new twist on Beauty and the Beast and the Greek myth of Lycaon the werewolf.

Cursed by Zeus to live in the body of a wolf, Lycaon found a way to change his shape into a human form, but he can't quite get rid of some wolfish qualities. I think of him as savagely handsome like Jason Momoa in Game of Thrones. I decided to go all the way with making my hero look the part of a beast, but still make him appealing. A Beauty and the Beast story doesn't work for me unless the "Beast" actually looks the part like in the B&TB series in the 1980s with Ron Pearlman as the Beast. I wasn't going to wimp out and make my hero too handsome when he's supposed to be cursed with a beastly appearance.

Book Title: The Wolf Queen

Author: Kelley Heckart

Author website: http://www.kelleyheckart.com

Genre: Greek myths/fantasy/werewolves/romance

Release date: 12/17/15

Page Count: 246

ISBN-13: 978-1519606242

ISBN-10: 1519606249 

ASIN: B019HML564

Kindle Buy Link: http://amzn.to/1Mk95rZ

Trade Paperback Buy Link on amazon.com: http://amzn.to/1Mk9aMc

Blurb

The Wolf Queen

Book 2: The Arcadia Series

A new twist on Beauty and the Beast and the Greek myth of Lycaon the werewolf. A Bronze Age fantasy, adventure, and romance set in Arcadia, the wild forests of the goddess Artemis… Game of Thrones meets The Iliad…

A tormented wolf man… A mysterious girl with a terrible secret…

Alara, a princess from a foreign land, is forced to wed the sorcerer-king Aramon, a power-hungry warlord, who discovers her dark secret and wants to use her to create an invincible army. When she meets Lycaon, she must decide if she should trust the cursed, tormented half-man half-wolf who might be her enemy or her true mate.

Lycaon, once a great king until he was cursed by Zeus to be a werewolf, is drawn to the mysterious princess. He is torn between helping Alara escape and using her to gain power over those who despise him.

Secrets abound and old enemies are reunited to battle Aramon before his terrible plan is unleashed. Time is running out as the dark moon approaches. Soon, Arcadia will be overrun with an unstoppable, vicious army unless Aramon can be defeated. To prevent his victory, the cost is high. As Lycaon’s affection for Alara grows, it becomes more difficult for him to decide which to save: Arcadia or her.

“Ms. Heckart draws the reader into the pages and enchants them with her words.”

Karen McGill, Coffee Time Romance

Excerpt (PG):

Although she had been warned of Lycaon’s band of misfits, seeing them watching her with cold eyes made her skin crawl. “Y-you are a goat man.” She stared in astonishment at the horns, the pointed ears, and goat legs with hooves covered in thick brown hair. Despite being half goat, he was the most handsome man she had ever seen with bright, slanted blue eyes and shoulder-length dark brown hair, some strands knotted into warrior braids. A belted loincloth covered little, revealing a muscular upper body.

He raised a bushy eyebrow. “I prefer satyr.”

The other odd-looking people laughed.

She opened her mouth to speak again, but the circle parted and a man stepped forward. A hood covered his head, so she could only see glimpses of his face—a flash of fang-like teeth, fierce eyes, and lots of dark hair. She shrank back from the man who looked like a mix of human and wolf.

“Who in Tartarus are you, and what are you doing in my lands?” His voice sounded like a vicious snarl.

Transfixed by his appearance, she wondered what the rest of his face looked like beneath the hooded tunic. Towering over her, his muscles strained against the dark brown woolen tunic and deerskin leggings he wore. Masculine power encircled him like a god’s nimbus, in the proud way he carried himself, and in the way he commanded their attention, for even his companions stepped back and looked at him with reverence, even the giant who barely stood taller than what glared at her now.

Alara eyed his large feet covered in laced up leather boots, afraid he might kick her, his anger at her quite apparent by the claw-like hands, partially covered in fingerless leather gloves, fisted at his sides. All she could see were his eyes, framed by heavy, dark, forbidding eyebrows, fixated on her from within the hood. Ice blue and emerald green rings. Fiery golden flecks. Intense and feral. She would never forget them. He held back his anger, but for how long? “I-I came…” His fierce stare made her forget her speech.

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Multi-published author Kelley Heckart lives in Arizona with her musician husband, dog and a number of backyard “pets,” including Godzilla the desert iguana. Her stories reflect her passion for ancient and medieval time periods, storytelling and the supernatural. Inspired by the ancient Celts, her tales are filled with fierce warriors, bold women, otherworldly creatures, magic, and romance. When not writing, she works as a freelance editor and practices target archery. She can be found online at http://www.kelleyheckart.com/

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From My Laptop to The Big, Scary World

Guess what today is? No, it's not a holiday, it's not the anniversary of anything (that I know of, boy, now I've got me worried too), it's not my birthday so you didn't have to get me anything, although I never turn down presents.


It's release day.


It's a combination of woohoo, I did it! and Holy cow, did I just push 'publish'--wait!


It's oh, man I think I'm gonna puke vs. I wanna shout it from the rooftops.


It's look, I have a new puppy against it's a monster that must be hidden in the closet.


 The irony in this is that The Treasure Hunter's Lady was supposed to come out on February 10th when it sold to a publisher (that crashed and burned a mere 23 days after opening its doors). Mortified that I'd announced to the world that THL was coming, I put on my big girl undies and said, "You know what? THL is coming to the world. I promised February 10th, I will deliver February 10th."


And I have. Countless hours of editing, learning the formatting, of arranging photos and trying out text colors to make a cover I wouldn't be ashamed to show around. Hours of ignoring my family, missing meals and probably damaging my eyeballs. But it's something I wanted so bad, I'd fight tooth and nail for.


I'm proud to say: I did it myself. With the help of awesome beta readers on the editing, of course. You guys rock! I feel for real publishing companies that do all this work. Or maybe I don't, I mean, they have a team and no single person takes care of everything. I worked hard. I freakin' deserve a vacation. (Isn't this the most professional promo you've ever read?)


Since that doesn't look like it's going to be happening any time soon, instead I'll give you a little vacation. Into the steampunk romance-y world that I've been buried in for the last year.


Blurb:
Romy Farrington seems to have the perfect life—a world-famous archeologist father and upcoming marriage to a wealthy businessman. But to Romy, her new life in the city is a punishment.

For years, she traveled the world at her father's side, exploring new lands and uncovering ancient secrets. It was everything she ever wanted, until a near-fatal encounter with hostile natives forced her and her father into a life of retirement in Boston and an undesired advance into proper society.

Everything changes again when she's saved from an accident by a brash Texan in a back alley. Abel Courte may act like a care-free cowboy, but he's harboring a secret—he's searching for the Diamond of Uktena, a legendary jewel that can cure any disease known to man. He needs information Romy's father has in order to get to the jewel. When he traces the origin of the Diamond to Dakota Territory, he sets off to claim the treasure, only to find the archeologist's fiery redheaded daughter stuck to him like a bug in sap.

In a race against time, Romy and Abel must learn to trust each other as they undertake a cross-country journey that will expose them to lands uncharted by white men, a deadly battle against the fearsome creature in possession of the Diamond and a fight to return to civilization where they might make the greatest discovery of all—love.

And an excerpt:

Romy’s eyes locked on Abel's necklace. “What's that around your neck? A fossil of some sort?” 

His hand flew to the pendant and stuffed it back down his collar. “Nothing.” 

“As someone who's seen a lot of nothing, I can tell you without a doubt it's something. Full of secrets, aren't we, Abel?” Blue eyes widened then narrowed, as she looked between him and the maps he'd lifted out of the drawer. Her coyness fell away like leaves in the fall. “You're a treasure hunter. You found out that Papa is going to search for the Diamond of Uktena, but you plan to steal it first.” 

“Why would I want to steal a—” He gave up the pretense. “First of all, it isn't stealing if it isn't in anyone's possession. Second, I'm not a treasure hunter.” 

“It is stealing if you're going to sell a priceless artifact to the highest bidder on the black market.” 

Abel frowned. “I don't need a lecture from some little chit whose daddy is the biggest treasure hunter in the world.” 

Romy poked a finger into his chest. “Take it back. He's an archeologist and an adventurer. When he finds valuables he turns them over to the proper authorities.” 

He pushed her finger away. “I'll bet you a thousand dollars he's not going to do it this time.” 

Her eyes narrowed into slits, half-hidden behind a thick fringe of lashes. “You're wrong.” 

“It would be the biggest discovery of our time. Of any time. It's no mere gem, no ornament to put on a shelf.” 

“I have some knowledge of the Diamond,” she defended. 

The admission was too nonchalant. Had mere curiosity led her to follow him? He patted the fang inside his shirt. “I doubt anyone could put a price on its worth, but there are those willing to try.” 

She stared at him dubiously. “Because it's supposed to come from a mythical serpent?” 

He debated telling her. It wouldn't benefit Romy to know what he was doing. After tonight it was unlikely he'd see her again. 

“Ask your father. He might know more than I do. I have to leave now. I'd appreciate it if you kept our little rendezvous quiet.” 

He snatched up the papers, flashed a grin and started for the door. The rustle of skirts alerted him that she was right behind him, but he didn't slow down. Not until a cold metal barrel pressed against the center of his neck. 

“Stay where you are.” Romy's voice was hard and all business. 

Abel raised his hands. She drew the gun back and came around to face him. The pistol was no little thing, not the type a dainty female would carry for protection. Romy was a woman of many facets, like the fabled Diamond. 

“I can't give you the fang.” 

“I have the feeling it's an intricate detail in your mission, Mr. Courte.” 

He sighed. “I don't know for certain.”“Tell me what you do know.”“The fang is solid proof that Uktena exists.” 

She frowned. “And who is Uktena exactly?”

“Uktena isn't your typical serpent. Rumor has it that this sparkly rock stuck in its forehead can bring power and riches to whoever wields it. Better still, the Diamond cures illnesses. Any disease you can think of.”

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