Jen: It’s day two of paranormal erotica week and today we welcome Marisa Chenery to Romancing the Book. Marisa, will you share a short bio with us?
Marisa: Marisa Chenery was always a lover of books, but after reading her first historical romance novel she found herself hooked. Having inherited a love for the written word, she soon started writing her own novels.
After trying her hand at writing historicals, she now writes paranormals.
Marisa lives in Ontario, Canada with her husband and four children. Check out Marisa’s website. She would love to hear from you, so leave her a message while you’re there.
Jen: Please tell us about your newest release and where the idea came from.
Marisa: My newest release is Her Ancient Hybrid, which is an erotic paranormal werewolf. The hero is a werewolf/vampire hybrid, and is thousands of years old. He’s spent most of it buried in the ground “sleeping” after a great tragedy took place in his life. The presence of his mate wakes him from his sleep. The idea to write Her Ancient Hybrid came from me wanting to try a little something different. I mostly write about werewolves, and I’ve written a vampire series, so I thought to combine those two types of paranormal beings in to one book.
Here’s a short excerpt:
Brolach was three thousand years old and had “slept” through two thousand of them. He was the only one of his kind—a hybrid, half vampire and half werewolf. Even though he’d been under the ground for so long he’d been partly aware of the surface world. People traversed the area, and as the years went by, the language they spoke changed. His mostly-asleep brain learned it enough to understand it.
Something brought his mind closer to wakefulness before he was ready to be roused. There was a presence on the hill where he was buried. It drew him and captured his attention as nothing had done for centuries. It was female, which caused a part of him to stir.
Soon a male joined her. Brolach listened to their conversation, his sensitive hearing able to pick up each word spoken. The longer he listened the more he awakened from his long slumber. The need to protect the female came to life. Never before had he’d felt like that toward a member of the opposite sex. The vampire side of him instinctively knew she was his. His mate. The werewolf wouldn’t know for sure until he had her scent in his nose.
The sound of the male’s voice raised in anger would have had Brolach’s hackles rising if he’d been in wolf form. It wasn’t until the female screamed did he come fully awake. The sound was full of fear.
Brolach burst out of the ground. His fangs lengthened at the sight of the male holding the female by the arm with a raised fist, ready to strike. Brolach snarled his upper lip and growled a warning. All his protective instincts roared to the surface. He latched his gaze on to the human who threatened his mate.
He surged into action. Brolach closed the distance between them, broke the male’s grip on the female and tossed him away. He landed with a shriek, then whimpered as Brolach approached him. He was tempted to kill the weaker male, to drain him of the blood he needed after his long sleep, but he decided against it. This new world he awoke to wasn’t the same as the one he’d known. Death wasn’t doled out so easily or frequently as it’d once been.
Rather than take the male’s life, Brolach reached for the werewolf half of himself and brought on the change. He took on his wolf form in a matter of seconds. His hackles rose and he growled as he made a threatening step toward the male. That was enough to send the human scuttling backward before he clumsily gained his feet and took off running down the hill.
Once he was sure the male wouldn’t come back, Brolach turned to take his first good look at the female who was his mate. She had long, light brown hair that she wore loose around her shoulders. She was the perfect height to tuck her head under his chin when he held her against his chest. Her hazel eyes were wide and filled with fear, but that didn’t take away any of her beauty. His cock stirred to life for the first time in two thousand years.
He slowly walked toward her, which had a whimper pushing out of her. Even though she was scared of him, Brolach didn’t stop until he stood directly in front of her. He shifted back to his human form, thinking she’d find it easier to handle.
He took a deep breath. Her scent filled his lungs and his head. He found it intoxicating, and it set off his werewolf’s senses. His wolf side recognized her as his mate along with the vampire. She was his. A mate. The first woman he’d ever wanted to claim.
Brolach reached out for her only to have her suck in a lungful of air and then let it out in a high-pitched scream. That didn’t bother him so much as how fast her heart beat. The sharp bitter scent of her fear grew stronger. As she opened her mouth to scream again, he caught her chin in his hand and forced her to look him in the eyes.
With his vampire ability to compel lacing his words, he said softly, “You’ll no longer fear me. You’re perfectly safe. No harm will come to you. We’ll leave this place and you’ll take me to your home to provide me with food and clothing.”
All at once, she calmed down. Her heart beat at a normal rate, and the scent of fear blew away on the slight breeze. She nodded as her gaze remained fixed on him. “Okay,” she said, sounding in a daze.
“What’s your name?”
“Brolach,” she repeated in the same dazed voice.
“I’ll release you now. No more screaming. You’ll always feel safe with me.”
He stopped compelling, releasing the hold he had over her mind. Waverly blinked a few times, coming back to herself. Brolach hoped never again to have to use it on his mate. If there had been any other way to have calmed her, he would have chosen it rather than take her free will away.
Waverly took a deep breath and looked him up and down. “Come on. We’d better get out of here before someone sees you.”
Brolach stayed at her side as she headed down the hill. As they walked, he gazed at the landscape around them. It really hadn’t changed much over the last two thousand years. He still recognized it as the land where he’d hunted buffalo and deer.
Jen: Do you ever want to go back to a series after you have finished them?
Marisa: There are some series where I’ve thought about going back and maybe writing another book, but it hasn’t happened, so far. I think it’s mostly because I come up with a new series idea and don’t want to have too much time in between each book.
Jen: Do you have a certain person that comes to your mind while you do the sex scenes or do you just use your imagination?
Marisa: Actually, no, I don’t have a certain person in mind. All my sex scenes are from my imagination. I try to picture the characters who are in it while I write them.
Jen: You have several series. If someone wanted to start reading one which would be your number one choice?
Marisa: I’ve had a lot of readers start with my Wulf’s Den series, which is about werewolves. I’ve had a lot of readers also email, saying they love it.
Jen: You’ve written about wolves and cougars. What would be the next two shifters you might feature in an upcoming release?
Marisa: As I said, one of my newest releases is a hybrid, who is half werewolf and half vampire. I also have a series that I will continue that has wolf shifters, who are actually wolves with the ability to take on human form.
Jen: What were the challenges in writing about Egyptian gods?
Marisa: The biggest challenge about writing about Egyptian gods would be getting the research right. I didn’t find that a hardship since I love all things ancient Egyptian.
Jen: Audio books — love ’em or leave ’em?
Marisa: To be honest, I’ve never listened to an audio book before. I’m not sure I’d enjoy it. I love reading too much.
Jen: Best part about living in Canada?
Marisa: The best part I’d have to say is that I like our change in seasons. Spring and summer are my favorite, with fall a close third. I could do without our long winters, though.
Jen: What’s next for you?
Marisa: I plan to continue writing. I also own a small epublishing house called Forever More Publishing. I’d like to see that grow into something bigger over time.