What would you like to tell readers about yourself?
* Broken Silence released on 2.26.16 from Decadent Publishing as #42 in the Black Hills Wolves series!! I was lucky enough to be able to write Paul's story, and anyone that reads #BHW knows of his tragic past of being muted by his Alpha when he was twelve. I loved loved LOVED getting to be the one to tell his story and share how he found his place in the pack again with his rainbow-haired mate, PG!!! Isn't the cover dark and just like he's waiting for something?!? Siiigghhhh Fiona Jayde you rock some serious awesomesauce! And a huge thank you to Rebecca Royce for giving me the pretty face on this story and convincing me I really DID have time to write it!! MWAH!!
Today Jennifer Kacey will be talking about what sparked the idea for the story, Broken Silence.
* I write a lot. As in booked through all of 2016 and most of 2017 now.
* Have…I don’t know how many series going at once and with still working full time and a twelve year old, free time to write something else is a slim to none kind of precious commodity.
* Then here comes a call from Rebecca Royce whom I adore. She had a shared world series to talk about her and Heather Long dreamed up. The Black Hills Wolves. Paranormal. Delicious. Sexy.
* She told me a little bit about the series and how it all connects together. Was I interested in writing with them? Seriously people. She waved the shiny in my face!!!
* Well I didn’t have time. Seriously. Didn’t. At all.
* So of course I told her, YES!!!!
* We started throwing ideas around about what kind of wolf I wanted to write.
* Dominant wolf all the way of course…until Rebecca told me about Paul.
* Paul. Siiigggghhhhh.
* A mute omega wolf. A loner brutalized by the former Alpha. An outsider who doesn’t believe he’s part of the pack even when he’s right in the middle of it.
* So Broken Silence was born.
* I think I had it outlined in less than 24 hours.
* Paul’s story poured out of me. It’s one of the fastest stories I’ve ever written and one that touched me in ways I still don’t think I can fully wrap my head around.
* It’s personal and I hope the readers of the Black Hills Wolves all fall just a little bit more in love with Paul and his rainbow-haired mate, PG.
* Presley Ginger, a tiny human female, couldn’t have been further from what he expected to walk into the bar and alter his future. But he couldn’t tell her anything about his wolf or his shift. Nothing. Bound by a direct order from the enforcer to keep her in the dark, his need for her would never see the light of day. Then the moon rose above him in the presence of his mate and changed everything.
* For years, in the background is where he stayed, unable to find his voice. Until his rainbow-haired mate showed up in the Black Hills—with the answer in her hands.
* Well. His version of screaming. A bit different with no tongue. He tried to strangle the noise in his throat by clenching his teeth and it finally worked.
* Breath rushed in and out of his lungs and he wiped at his face.
* Wet.
* Wet with blood.
* Panic gripped him as he fumbled for the light on his nightstand.
* Several things hit the floor before he found the switch.
* Wiping his face again, his heart stopped as he looked at his hand.
* Sweat.
* His head hit the headboard as he relaxed.
* It was only sweat. Thank God.
* He counted to a hundred to try to calm his erratic pulse. And then did it again until he could breathe normally.
* His future was Hail Mary’d that day. His life was thrown as hard as possible into the wind with who knew what on the other end.
* He could have died. If he were human, he probably would have.
* Yet—he’d lived.
* Some days he wondered if surviving was a good thing or a bad thing.
* Things were better with Drew, the new Alpha—an immeasurable amount better. More than a decade after he was ostracized from the pack, Drew returned to take his rightful place at the head of it. Challenging his father, Drew killed Magnum in an alpha challenge.
* It was quick. Decisive.
* The fact someone had been poisoning Magnum for some time played little into the outcome of the fight. Paul had his suspicions, but he said nothing—warned no one. Magnum’s death proved far quicker than Paul had wanted.
* The man who mutilated him should have suffered. He didn’t like having those feelings but they were there. They were there for Magnum and for the five wolves who’d stolen his future.
* They were all dead—every one of them. Taken out because they couldn’t be trusted. Killed because they’d decided their hate was worth fighting for.
* They’d been wrong.
* Sometimes….
* Sometimes Paul wouldn’t remember they were dead. Sometimes getting stuck in the past was as simple as slipping on an old coat full of holes. The illusion of warmth clung to his foggy brain but he was so cold. His faith in others? Fleeting, so he had a hard time putting his trust in anyone.
* Or friendship.
* Or love.
* He shook his head and ran his fingers over his short blond hair, making sure it was still cropped close to his skull.
* Short. He always kept his hair short now.
* Short enough no one could grab it.
* Never again would it be used against him.
* Staring at his hands in front of him, he measured their width. Their size was the same as the other wolves in the pack, but his hands didn’t pull the same weight. He was damaged goods. Unable to speak to anyone, he looked at the nightstand to find his only method of communicating. Two things which hadn’t fallen were his notepad and pen he kept with him all the time. So he could write clipped messages to people when he had to communicate.
* It got the job done, but the necessity left him even more disconnected. Relaxing his biceps, he let his hands fall to his lap then closed his eyes, as he tried to focus past the nightmare.
* The pack had hope again—stronger than ever thanks to the deaths. They’d found unity and faith in their Alpha. Hell, they even found faith in each other, in their pack, first decimated by a madman then wounded by another.
* The members of the Black Hills Wolves were coming home. He was happy to be a part of the growth. Happy to help welcome them back. He’d stayed for so many years with the hope of witnessing the resurrection of their pack.
* Theirs.
* Not his.
* Never his, because he was separate from them. Lesser. He’d never be Alpha. Sure as hell wasn’t a dominant wolf by any stretch of the word. Barely even a beta with the females of the pack. He was relegated to being an omega. A weakling. Yes they all told him he was needed. Wanted even. They told him omegas made the pack stronger, they helped—but how? No, he didn’t see it.
* He shook his head and rubbed it one more time.
* The night was so silent all around him.
* Where he always stayed. In the silence.
* Most days it still felt as if he were free falling toward a black future with nothing to hold onto. Where he’d land, he didn’t know.
* All he prayed for each night and every morning? To find when he landed—he wouldn’t be alone.
