Sizzling PR VBT: Interview with Arlene Webb, author of Harey

Please welcome fellow Decadent Publishing author, Arlene Webb to the blog! Arlene, can you tell us about your new release?

AW: Harey is the honest to God (I’m lying) true story of the man behind the myth of the Easter bunny. It contains violent, and what I found to be shocking, historical fact (I’m not lying) and tells my version of how love can triumph over sacrifice, betrayal, religion, and allegiance.

What was your inspiration for this story?

AW: History. I tried to give voice to the fallen, and bring to life how the legend of Easter could have started.

What other titles do you have published? 

AW: Taking Down Mistletoe is a spin on modern day Norse mythology where a sword of gold took down mistletoe and Loki, god of mischief. Of course I added a descendant of a vampire slayer just to liven things up in an M/M romance.

Arrow to the Heart is a novella that brings Cupid to life in a modern day setting. A spicy M/F romance.

Last Request is my contribution to the popular one night stand series and involves, well, a last request from a woman who hopes for more than a special meal before she’s put to death.

Do you belong to a critique group or have critique partners? If so, what have you learned from them? How has it affected your writing?

AW: I learned how to write from my critique partners, and if any reader disagrees it’s no fault of dedicated and long suffering friends. Barbara Elsborg, a world famous author with around 30 novels published, has read and re-read everything I’ve written. DL Jackson and Cate Masters are two other Decadent authors who’ve helped me tremendously.

What is the best piece of advice you would give to aspiring authors?

AW: Read and read and read and then pull out one word at a time and edit and edit and edit.

Great advice! Where can my readers find you?

AW: Website / Blog / Facebook / Twitter / Goodreads

Where can my readers find your books?

AW: Decadent Publishing

 

Harey by Arlene Webb

Gwas can outrun a horse, knows how to hide and steal, but is ignorant of the ways of men. The last thing he expects when he is rescued from a miserable existence by a blue-eyed, blond haired angel is to be promised as a Druidic sacrifice to Eostre. Unfortunately, the only direction Gwas wishes to flee is straight into the arms and knife of his savior, Gareth.

Maura knows Gareth is no angel, but she adores him with a passion that time and loneliness cannot dent. When he rides in carrying an injured lad who fears her on sight, she is drawn to open her heart to the abused orphan as well.

Gareth is caught between his liege lord and brother’s fist, and an emotional dilemma that grows harder and harder to deny with every passing season. If he must defy man and gods in order to embrace his heart’s desires, so be it.

When the clash of old and new religions puts lives in peril, ultimate sacrifice bears witness to enduring love. Winter gives way to spring, and the evolution of a colorful myth spreads across the land.

Excerpt:

I am no angel. Gareth’s shoulders slammed into the ground. A heavy body covered him, and the adrenalin jolting through him made him feel like a powerful animal. But I am in heaven. He tugged his arms free, wrapped them around Harey and grasped the back of Harey’s head. And I do not care if adulterous sodomites go to hell. He jerked him upward and took his lips.

No time for tender exploration. He had to show Harey who he belonged to, and it was not some bloodthirsty deity, or the daughter of a mass murderer. What if Aethelfrith, the devil who had ordered one thousand, one hundred and sixty-five men killed so they could not pray against him, had still lived? Harey would have walked into his knife with a smile, a pet hare, and promises of painted eggs.

I will not let this man leave me again. Never. Not ever. He’s mine. Gareth fought back his moan and deepened his kiss. Harey tasted so good, fresh and sweet like Maura, but firm and bony where she was all curvy softness. He intensified the pressure, relishing the feel of the lips he had desired for so long, and Harey yielded. Gareth rammed his tongue in, danced around, and then back out to repeat. He had never held a body to mirror his own like this, captive over him, and the sheer joy of not being gentle saturated him.