the Author Roast and Toast. Today’s victim is the lovely and talented HELEN HARDT
And in keeping with Helen’s short novel BLOOD WOLF
The hostesses along with Oliver, Cuddles and Junior have come to the Highlands of Scotland, an area of enduringly rugged wilderness, majestic mountainsides and austere beauty.
But just outside the castle, cradled deep in the Highlands is the magical Lake of Loch Ness where mystical monsters lurk. Proceeding with caution, Cuddles gingerly dips his enchanted horn into the lake to test the waters. Junior, his partner in crime, keeps vigil…just in case the mystical monster rises from the depths.And from the wavering Highlands, the sound of bagpipes echo, the melancholy tune evocative.Sentimental fools that they are, the hostesses, Sharon, Lyn and Mary, dab at their eyes with their lace handkerchiefs. Costumed in Scottish attire, the four
piece ensemble of chemise, bodice, pleated skirt and shawl,the hostesses anxiously await their guest.
And as the sound of bagpipes grow louder and louder,the coach appears and Helen Hardt steps out, donned in an off the shoulder green dress, velvet corset, pleated skirt and matching hat. She smiles and waves at her adoring fans. Cuddles and Junior, sporting festive green berets, frolic along in gleeful bliss while Oliver proudly escorts her to the inscribed gold plate in the courtyard.
Helen Hardt is an attorney and stay-at-home mom turned award-winning romance author. She met her real-life hero in law school, and they live in Colorado with their two teenage sons. Helen writes contemporary, historical, paranormal, and erotic romance for Ellora's Cave, The Wild Rose Press, and Aspen Mountain Press. Her non-writing interests include Harley rides with her husband, attending her sons’ sports and music performances, traveling, and Taekwondo (she’s a blackbelt.) Visit Helen at
Blurb for Blood Wolf:
When mysterious Damian MacGowan saves Suzanne Wood from a gang of thugs in a small
Scotland town, she's beyond grateful. But his possessive need to be near her troubles her. Damian doesn't understand why he's drawn to Suzanne. He knows only that he must have her, or he will die. As the two get to know each other, love blossoms. But Damian has a secret, and an enemy, that may keep him from Suzanne forever.
Suzanne’s skin erupted into tiny bumps. She did feel a connection, and it scared her. “This is insane.”
“No, it’s not. I can’t explain it, love, but I feel it. I’ve been hard since you came here. I hadn’t even met you, yet I knew you were in trouble tonight, and I came for you.” He raked his fingers through his mass of dark waves.
A bolt of lightning struck her sex. He was so gorgeous. “You don’t understand. I just got out of a messy relationship. It would be a mistake for me to...” She paused, his words sinking into her mind. “What do you mean you knew I was in trouble?”
“I felt it. I knew exactly where I had to go to find you. I smelled your fear.”
“Damian, what is it with you and smell?”
“I don’t know. I can’t explain it. But I am certain of one thing.”
“That you’re mine.”
“Oh.” Suzanne sighed as his gaze seemed to penetrate her. She didn’t doubt that he believed the truth of his words. This beautiful man said more with his smoldering eyes than most people said with language. She couldn’t deny that she felt a bond with him. But that’s textbook, she told herself. I’m attracted to my savior. Who wouldn’t be?
Damian approached her, took her hand in his, and caressed her palm with his scabbed fingertips. “I don’t expect you to understand this when I can’t explain it to myself. But there is not a doubt in my mind that you belong with me.”
“You don’t know anything about me.”
“I know your hair is the color of burnt mahogany, and it feels like silk against my skin.” He sifted her tresses with his fingers, then cupped her cheek. “I know your eyes are like the night fog, with little golden sparks that pierce the thickness around my soul.” He ran his thumb across her lower lip. “I know your mouth tastes of wintergreen and fresh blueberries. I know your body feels like heaven pressed to mine. I know your beautiful name fits you. I know there’s an idiot somewhere who let you go, but I thank God for his stupidity.” He lightly traced the angle of her jaw line. “I know ye’re mine.”
Helen will be giving away a print copy of the Got Wolf anthology Volume One, which contains her short novel Blood Wolf. And in order to be entered in the drawing, you must answer the following question and leave it as a comment. Here it is and good luck!