What are your hobbies away from the computer?
I love archery. I do it for fun. It’s a great way to get away from the computer and go outside for some fresh air and exercise.
If you use music while writing, name your favorite types.
I listen to Icelandic Metal bands like Nightwish, Serenia, Apocalyptica, and Evanescence. I think it’s the melodies and the mythological lyrics that draw me in. It helps set the mood for my stories which are based on mythology.
Can you share a tip about what you do when you get stuck in creating a story? When I get stuck on a story, I brainstorm with “what if” questions. I wasn’t sure this technique would work, but it really frees up the mind and draws out some great ideas.
What was your biggest surprise in the editing/revision process?
LOL. My alarming amount of repetition surprised and horrified me the most. I always use an editor because I can’t trust myself when it comes to this terrible habit of mine.
Do you use visual aids (storyboards, Pinterest, collages) when plotting or writing?
Yes, I do. I even tried to sketch my hero and some clothing to help me with descriptions. I’m a terrible artist. LOL I had trouble trying to visualize Lycaon, who is half-man half-wolf in my version of the myth. He had to have a beastly appearance, but he also had to be appealing to readers. I couldn’t find a picture of what he should look like on the Internet so I had to try and draw it myself.
Are you a pet person? If so, what do you have?
I have a Chihuahua right now. His name is Loki just like the Norse god. He earned that name because he is a trickster.
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.
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.
5 stars! “A read any paranormal reader could love and one I highly recommend.” Sorrel at LASR
5 stars! “This was an amazing story full of twist and turns. Kelley Heckart is an incredible author and I found myself lost in the story from the start.” Amazon review
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/