Every rule says hands off my curvy little office manager.
Until her manuscript lands in my inbox…
And I read every filthy fantasy she’s ever had.
About me.

She thinks I called her in to fire her.
She has no idea what I really want.

Because behind these designer suits and this billion-dollar empire,
I’m not the man she wrote.

I’m worse.

I run this city from the shadows.
I give orders that end careers—and lives.
I have no business touching something so soft.

But then she sits across from me,
green eyes wide, cheeks flushed, trembling—
and every rule I’ve ever lived by goes to hell.

So I make her an offer.

Finish the book. I’ll help with the research.

One session turns into another.
Then she’s in my bed, and I’m in too deep to stop.

There’s just one problem.

My sweet little writer is hiding something.
A name that isn’t hers.
A past she ran from.
A monster with a badge who’s hunting her—and her little boy.

Now he’s found her.
And he thinks he can hurt her.

He has no idea what I’m capable of.
No one hunts what’s mine.

She wrote me as the villain.
For everyone who threatens my family, I’m happy to prove her right.

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In her deeply personal memoir, Who Stole My Pork Belly?, Huey reflects on the emotional complexities of growing up within an immigrant family and carrying the weight of legacy, loyalty, and reputation. Through stories of food, family traditions, cultural expectations, and healing, she explores the courage it takes to confront the past while choosing compassion, forgiveness, and peace.

As both an attorney and storyteller, Huey brings a thoughtful perspective to conversations about generational expectations, immigrant identity, family relationships, resilience, and what it means to honor where you come from while becoming who you are meant to be.

What inspires you to write?
I find inspiration based upon my own life experiences (e.g., my complicated family
history, Korean heritage, immigration experience, hardship, and my ultimate journey
toward healing).

What authors do you read when you aren’t writing?
I draw inspiration from books that explore the search for purpose in life, even in the face
of adversity, such as “Man’s Search for Meaning” by Viktor Frankl. I am equally inspired
by stories that reveal courage in moments of defeat, such as “The Old Man and the
Sea” by Ernest Hemingway. Both titles remind me that while we cannot always control
our circumstances, we can still live extraordinary lives by choosing to respond with
resilience, dignity, and hope. Those themes have profoundly influenced both my life and
my writing, and they are at the heart of Who Stole My Pork Belly?

Tell us about your writing process.
My writing process involved reflecting on painful memories and significant moments in
my life, then transforming those experiences into an honest and meaningful memoir. By
focusing on everyday experiences, I was able to explore deeper themes about family,
identity, resilience, and healing.

What advice would you give other writers?
Know your audience and identify compelling reasons why readers should discover and
connect with your unique book.

How did you decide how to publish your books?
I decided to publish my memoir when I felt ready to break years of silence and share my
story with readers who might see their own experiences reflected in mine. By
independently publishing the book, I was able to tell my story on my own terms,
transforming difficult experiences into a message of resilience, healing, and hope.

What do you think about the future of book publishing?
I believe the future of publishing will give authors more opportunities to take control of
their own stories and connect directly with readers. Independent publishing allows
writers to preserve their authentic voices while using digital platforms and technology to
reach audiences around the world.

What genres do you write?: Asian American, Memoir, Personal Narrative, Inspirational

What formats are your books in?: Print

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I’m also a biochemistry student, which means my life sits somewhere between art and science—a combination that can feel a little crazy sometimes, but is very much a part of who I am.

I’m naturally ambitious and deeply committed to whatever I set my mind to. When I create something, I want it to be the best it can possibly be, and I’m willing to put in the work to get there. For me, writing isn’t simply something I do; it’s something I genuinely love, and I’m excited to keep growing, creating, and sharing more stories with readers.

What inspires you to write?
A lot of my inspiration comes from movies, acting, and the stories I’ve loved since I was a child.

Growing up, I loved watching movies and cartoons, but I didn’t just watch them—I would recreate them. I have siblings, so I would gather them together, give everyone a role, and we would act out the stories ourselves. It brought me so much joy, and I think that was one of the earliest ways I discovered how much I loved creating.

As I got older, my passion for acting continued to grow. I loved imagining scenes and characters in my head, and sometimes after watching a movie, I would find myself creating completely new scenes of my own. Eventually, I started thinking, Why am I creating all these scenes in my head just to let them disappear? 'Why not turn them into something—a beautiful piece of writing that can actually exist?'

That realization made me want to take writing more seriously. I had always loved creating stories, but my passion for acting helped me see writing as another way to bring those imagined worlds to life.

And now, writing has become more than just storytelling for me. It’s a safe space. It calms me, gives me somewhere to put my imagination, and allows me to create freely. I think that’s why I’m so drawn to it—I get to take something that exists only in my mind and turn it into something real.

What authors do you read when you aren’t writing?
Some of my favorite authors are Anna Todd, Jenny Han, and Elle Kennedy. I’m especially drawn to stories with engaging characters, strong relationships, and the kind of emotional storytelling that makes you want to keep reading.

Tell us about your writing process.
My writing process usually starts with inspiration. Sometimes an idea comes to me after reading a book or watching a movie, and sometimes it simply appears on its own. When a character or story idea comes to me, I like to write it down immediately. I’ll give the characters names, make little notes about them, and start developing the story from there.

I’m not really an outliner in the traditional sense. I don’t usually sit down with a detailed chapter-by-chapter plan or character sheets. Instead, I develop the story in my head first. I like to imagine the scenes almost as if I’m directing a movie that only exists in my mind. I’ll walk around, act out different characters and conversations, and actually feel the emotions of the scenes while I’m imagining them. Music is often part of that process because it helps me find the right atmosphere for whatever I’m creating.

By the time I sit down to write, I’ve usually already experienced a lot of the story in my imagination. I also like to know how I want the story to end before I begin, even though I may discover little details and moments along the way.

Once I start writing, I tend to move quickly because so much of the story has already been playing in my head. I edit as I go, but after finishing the manuscript, I always go back through it again to re-edit and proofread.

For me, writing is almost like directing a film that I can see before anyone else does. I just have to find a way to translate what I see, hear, and feel in my imagination onto the page.

For Fiction Writers: Do you listen (or talk to) to your characters?
Absolutely. I talk to my characters, and I listen to them too. I try to put myself in their position and understand what they’re feeling before I decide how they would react. Sometimes I probably spend a little too much time inside their heads, but I think that’s part of what helps me make their emotions feel real.

What advice would you give other writers?
My biggest advice to other writers is to write because you genuinely love it. Passion matters, especially because the journey can be much slower and harder than you expect.

There will be rejection, setbacks, silence, and moments when you question whether your work is good enough. I’ve had moments when I wanted to give up too, but I kept finding my way back to writing. And every time I did, I came back better.

So be patient with yourself, work hard, believe in your work, and never stop looking for ways to grow. Celebrate your achievements, but don’t let them become the place where you stop. Keep challenging yourself to become better.

Most importantly, don’t let rejection convince you that your story has no value. If you have a story inside you that you feel compelled to tell, there is a reason for it. Trust the process, trust God with the journey, and keep going even when things aren’t happening as quickly as you hoped.

How did you decide how to publish your books?
My decision to self-publish was really about wanting to take ownership of my journey as an author. I had shared some of my stories on platforms like Wattpad before, but eventually I reached a point where I wanted to take my writing more seriously and begin putting my books out into the world for a wider audience.

Self-publishing felt like the right path for me because I wanted to experience that process independently. These are my stories, and there was something meaningful to me about being able to take them from the ideas in my head to actual published books through my own efforts.

I’ve learned a lot from the experience already, especially that self-publishing requires patience, responsibility, and a willingness to keep figuring things out. I’m still learning, but publishing my first books independently has been a huge accomplishment for me.

I’m not completely closed off to traditional publishing in the future, but for where I am right now, self-publishing feels like the right path. I’m enjoying building my journey one step at a time and seeing what I can create for myself.

What do you think about the future of book publishing?
Honestly, I don’t know exactly what the future of book publishing will look like, and I don’t think anyone can predict it perfectly. What I do know is that there are so many talented writers with incredible stories to tell, and I hope the future continues to create more opportunities for those stories to reach readers.

Publishing is changing all the time, and as a young author, I’m still learning and discovering what the industry will look like as I grow. For now, I’m excited to be part of that journey and to see where it leads.

What genres do you write?: Young Adult (YA) Fiction, Contemporary Romance, Fantasy, Children's Fiction, Supernatural Fiction, Mystery/Thriller, Horror

What formats are your books in?: eBook

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What inspires you to write?
I am a Christian author dedicated to writing stories that honor God and uplift the spirit. I prefer to live a quiet, reflective life focused on prayer, historical research, and creative writing. I find great joy in exploring the depths of faith through the written word, creating clean narratives that point readers back to the grace and sovereignty of the Lord.

What authors do you read when you aren’t writing?
God.

Tell us about your writing process.
My process is a mix of quiet prayer, deep historical research, and steady discipline.

For Fiction Writers: Do you listen (or talk to) to your characters?
I listen closely to the spiritual and emotional heartbeats of my characters

What advice would you give other writers?
Write with a clear purpose and keep your eyes fixed on honoring God through your talents. Don't be afraid to write stories where characters choose the narrow, difficult path of sacrifice.

How did you decide how to publish your books?
I chose independent digital publishing to maintain full creative control over the message of my work. This path allows me to ensure the story remains completely clean, pure, and tightly focused on absolute surrender to God.

What do you think about the future of book publishing?
Digital publishing will continue to open wonderful doors for independent authors. It allows unique, faith-centered, and niche historical stories to bypass traditional gatekeepers and connect directly with the readers.

What genres do you write?: Clean Historical Romance / Christian Fiction / Religious Fiction

What formats are your books in?: Both eBook and Print

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Traveling through a portal to an enslaved planet demands a sacrifice. Spewed out like projectile vomit and sold into slavery, Drake soon realizes a rash decision could cost him more than he is willing to give. Thrust into a world of unthinkable cruelty, endless sand, a thirst for torture, and an enduring hope for freedom, Drake seeks purpose through another’s desire for freedom.

Some commitments are forged in unpleasant circumstances. Forced to team up with a father she despises, Shanath is determined to recruit mercenaries and fight for her throne. Faced with a mother who wishes her dead and a wizard who comes in many forms, Shanath must battle the predators of the forest before she wields her sword against her enemies.

Perfect for fans who love epic dark fantasies and alien worlds, this standalone book catapults you into two alternate realms simultaneously.

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The slap jerked Retha’s head to the side, brought tears to her eyes, and cut her lip. Eyeing Vandar Seg with intense hatred, she reached up and touched the wound. To spite the bastard, she licked the blood from her fingers with a show of indifference. Ooh, how she loathed her father. She cursed him in her thoughts. To have said her words out loud would have seen her death, and Retha wasn’t ready to die. She would have the man rotting in his grave first.

Vandar assessed the damage that he had caused, showing no remorse. His daughter had a mouth on her, and it needed taming. Appropriate, though, was the hatred in her eyes that he had nurtured since childhood. He wanted her strong, bitter, and more than the two combined, evil. As long as he could keep her under control, she would serve her purpose well.

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SHADOWLAND
Book One of the Pendragon Saga

Before Camelot. Before the sword in the stone. Before Arthur.

There was Uther Pendragon.

This newly re-edited Saga Edition of Shadowland opens the epic trilogy that reveals the man behind the legend—the warrior-king who forged a fractured Britain into a single, defiant nation. As the Saxon invaders press against Britain’s shores and rival tribes war among themselves, one man must rise above blood feuds, betrayal, and ancient magic to unite a broken land.

This is not the Uther of myth and rumour. This is Uther Pendragon as he lived: flawed, driven, and haunted by choices that will echo through generations—choices that set in motion the birth of his son, Arthur, and the destiny of a kingdom not yet born.

Rich with the atmosphere of historical fantasy and grounded in the shadowed truths of a Britain caught between the old ways and an uncertain future, Shadowland is a story of blood and loyalty, love and sacrifice, and the price of power.

If you loved The Mists of Avalon, Bernard Cornwell’s Warlord Chronicles, or The Last Kingdom, step into the world that came before Camelot—where legends are not born, but made.

Get Book One of the Pendragon Saga, a trilogy, and discover the true beginning of the Arthurian Legend.

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You don’t have to be famous to matter. You don’t have to be extraordinary in the eyes of the world to be important. You already are.

Hope From A Nobody: Understanding the Storm, written by Doug Moses, is a different kind of self-help book.

It isn’t written by a licensed therapist, and it doesn’t pretend to have all the answers. Instead, Doug is a friend sitting beside you, talking honestly about the emotions and struggles that can be difficult to understand, accept, and move past. Sometimes what we need isn’t someone famous or someone with a list of credentials telling us what to do. Sometimes we just need someone to say:

“I understand. I’ve been through storms too. Let’s talk about it.”

Being a “nobody” isn’t about being unimportant. It’s about recognizing that you don’t have to be somebody famous, powerful, or admired to make a difference. Every person has value. Every person matters. And every person has a story worth hearing.

If you’re going through a difficult season of life, Hope From A Nobody offers an honest, compassionate conversation—and a reminder that the storm you’re facing doesn’t define your worth. You matter. You are important. And there is still hope.

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What inspires you to write?
Foremost, I enjoy writing. I love to create expansive worlds with multiple characters. I also particularly enjoy writing dark fantasy because my wicked characters are my favorite. They scheme, manipulate, murder, steal, and lie. To me, my books pit good against evil, valor against cowardness, and virtue against depravity. Just bringing such stories alive is an inspiration unto itself. Once immersed, I want to see it to the end.

What authors do you read when you aren’t writing?
Anne Rice, no doubt. But I also enjoy Dean Koontz.

Tell us about your writing process.
It starts with an idea. Once I start to give that idea some serious thought, it blossoms into a story, bit by bit. I stick with a general outline of how the story will unfold, but as I write, ideas do come to mind, or I might make a change. Sometimes I even go back and rewrite a chapter. It's never set in stone, but a fluid approach that allows spontaneous creativity.

For Fiction Writers: Do you listen (or talk to) to your characters?
Actually, I try to become my characters, live through them. I ask myself how would I react if I were that character, what would I say, how would I feel?

What advice would you give other writers?
Stick with it, and be patient.

How did you decide how to publish your books?
I went to a workshop.

What do you think about the future of book publishing?
It's having a problem with AI these days, but I believe, in time, they'll iron out the kinks. It's very much alive, and I believe it will remain so.

What genres do you write?: Dark fantasy

What formats are your books in?: Both eBook and Print

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I've written western novels, historic and contemporary romance, as well as science fiction/fantasy and a bit of light horror, which was my latest publication, The Three Piggs, Night Of The Wolf, available in ebook and paperback editions. Check out my website for info on all my novels and publications.

My home is in the foothills of the Sangre de Cristo mountains amidst the beautiful pine trees filled with birds of many species, and I sort of dodge my resident bear who likes to climb my courtyard wall, usually near dusk. My days are spent mostly writing in my second-floor office above said courtyard wall with my little friend, rescue dog Reese, at my feet or attempting to climb into my lap. There's a special stool right next to me so she can climb up and feel close.

Writing is my primary love, and I've done it since I was a young teen, but I also enjoy keeping up a small shop on Zazzle called Story Seeker where I create fun items for readers and writers such as T-shirts, home decor, and more.

I'm currently between books, playing with ideas to start my next novel. I write as P.A. Bechko and Peggy Bechko

What inspires you to write?
The answer to that is, I really don't know. It's an urge, a pressure. It began when I was about fourteen and hasn't stopped. I just enjoy creating other worlds and creating interesting characters. I've luckily never had to 'dig' for ideas; they're all around me. The mornings do give me a boost. That's when I write best.

What authors do you read when you aren’t writing?
I read many authors, but here are a few: M. Pax, Dean Koontz, Corinna Bechko (comics), Lorna Suzuki, Karen Marie Moning, Octavia E. Butler, Anne Rice, Sheri Tepper….and I could go on and on.

Tell us about your writing process.
I've always been pretty much a seat-of-the-pants writer. Outlining just felt too stiff, and I would never stay on track when I did. I do, however, keep running pages on main characters, details of their appearance, and their background. I add to those pages as the story progresses and they go through changes. I start at the beginning of the story and the pages get longer as it goes on.

For Fiction Writers: Do you listen (or talk to) to your characters?
Mostly, I guess I listen. The story unfolds in my mind like a movie. So, I'm kind of an observer who relates what I see.

What advice would you give other writers?
Be yourself. Write for yourself. You'll find your audience. Don't be afraid to try new things and to combine different genres into something new. And if you're looking for more detailed advice, feel free to visit my Creator Of Worlds on Substack which is free to read and subscribe.

How did you decide how to publish your books?
When I was first starting out, I went the traditional route completely – found an agent, then sold my first novel, a western adventure, to Doubleday. It was really the only option at the time. Things have changed enormously as I've gotten older. I've taken advantage of the new opportunities. I just no longer think I have time to go the much slower route of the traditional, so I've switched to mostly Indie, though I won't rule out considering the traditional alternative again. Of course, with traditional publishing, once the novel is sold the editing is mostly out of your hands, and with Indie, you do not only that, but have to decide on how to create your cover and tend to the promotion and a myrid of other tasks as well.

What do you think about the future of book publishing?
I think the traditional publishers will morph into something new in order to compete with and stand out from the many Indie publishers now in the game.

What genres do you write?: romance (both historical and contemporary), Science Fiction/Fantasy, western adventure, horror/action

What formats are your books in?: Both eBook and Print

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What inspires you to write?
My imagination inspires me to write. I feel that I need a way to express myself without bugging everyone.

What authors do you read when you aren’t writing?
My Favorite? Wow, okay. I can definitely name off a bunch.
Eline Margot
Charlotte Chaos
Penelope Sky
Penelope Douglas
Lynn Painter
Holly Black
And MANY more

Tell us about your writing process.
My writing process is MESSY. I'll come up with character names, jobs, side characters, and I'll just wing the plot. Plot is easy to me, and im so grateful for that. And of course, I have my writing companion (my cat), that loves to keep me company.

For Fiction Writers: Do you listen (or talk to) to your characters?
I most definitely do. I talk to myself a lot because I have no actual friends (lmaoo). And I'll always act out scenes.

What advice would you give other writers?
My best advice is to get BETA readers, and definitely an editor. Mist importantly, NEVER rush the writing process.

How did you decide how to publish your books?
I actually published as a teenager, and trad wasn't something I was interested in at the time because of how complicated it was. Being independent is actually better in my opinion because I control everything.

What do you think about the future of book publishing?
Well, I do believe independent authors will take over the market with how fast we're publishing, our marketing, and how picky traditional publishing is.

What genres do you write?: Pitch-Black paranormal romance, Pitch-Black Paranormal stalker romantic tragedy, dark paranormal mafia romance, closed door tragedy romance

What formats are your books in?: Both eBook and Print

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What inspires you to write?
What inspires me most is noticing the gap between what people say, what they intend, and what they eventually do. Everyday conversations, professional situations, family dynamics, travel, technology and even small moments of contradiction often stay with me long after they happen. Writing gives me a way to examine those moments, sometimes seriously and sometimes through humour, and turn them into stories or ideas that make readers pause and think.

What authors do you read when you aren’t writing?
I do not get as much time to read as I would like. Between a full-time professional career, running a YouTube channel, and now writing books, finding a few uninterrupted hours to simply sit with a book has become a luxury.
Most of my reading therefore happens during vacations, when I can properly switch off. When I get that opportunity, I particularly enjoy Amitav Ghosh, Jeffrey Archer, Robin Cook and Arthur Hailey. They are very different writers, but I enjoy books that pull me into a world quickly, keep the story moving, and make me want to turn the next page.
Perhaps that also influences how I like to write — accessible, engaging, and never unnecessarily complicated.

Tell us about your writing process.
My writing usually starts with an idea, observation or question that stays with me. I first think through the situation from different perspectives and decide what I actually want the reader to feel or consider.
I then use AI as a brainstorming and structuring tool. It helps me organise thoughts, test alternative ways of presenting an idea, challenge gaps in the flow, and sometimes explore concepts for cover pages or positioning. But the core idea, characters, opinions, humour and final choices remain mine.
Once the structure feels right, I work through the writing carefully, simplifying language, removing repetition, sharpening dialogue and making sure the book still sounds like me. I see AI much like any other professional tool: useful when applied thoughtfully, but it should support the writer’s judgment rather than replace it.

For Fiction Writers: Do you listen (or talk to) to your characters?
For fiction, I do not consciously “talk” to my characters, but I do spend a lot of time understanding how they would think, react and speak. Almost every fictional character I create is, in some way, a projection of something I have experienced myself or seen people around me go through.
That does not mean the characters are direct copies of real people. Usually they are combinations of different personalities, emotions, situations and memories. Once I understand what drives them, their reactions start to feel natural, and sometimes they take the story in a direction I had not originally planned.

What advice would you give other writers?
My advice to other writers is not to chase trends simply because they are popular. Influencers may need to follow what is trending; writers should have something they genuinely feel compelled to say.

Write because an idea, question, character or experience stays with you and refuses to leave. That feeling is what gives a book its voice.

I also believe writers should not be afraid of AI. One philosophy I picked up from GE was simple: why reinvent the wheel if a good tool already exists? I apply the same thinking to AI. I use it to brainstorm, structure thoughts, test alternatives and explore ideas, including concepts for cover pages. But the tool should support the writer, not replace the writer. The judgment, experience, emotion and final choices must still be yours.

Understand the market and use modern tools intelligently, but do not let either of them decide what you should write. Readers can usually sense the difference between a book written because the author had something to say and one written simply because the subject was fashionable.

How did you decide how to publish your books?
I decided to self-publish because I wanted control over three things: what I wrote, how quickly I could put it in front of readers, and how the books were presented.

I did not want to spend months or years trying to make a manuscript fit someone else’s view of what was commercially fashionable. Once I was comfortable with the content, I preferred to take responsibility for the entire process myself — writing, editing, cover concepts, formatting, pricing and publishing.

Platforms such as Kindle Direct Publishing made that practical. They allowed me to experiment, learn from reader response, improve future books and keep moving rather than waiting for permission.

For me, self-publishing was not a shortcut. It was simply the publishing model that best matched the way I like to work: take ownership, use the tools available, learn quickly and keep improving.

What do you think about the future of book publishing?
I think book publishing will become much more open, faster and more creator-driven.

Traditional publishers will still matter, especially for distribution, editing, brand credibility and large-scale promotion. But authors now have far more options than they did even a few years ago. Self-publishing platforms, print-on-demand, audiobooks, digital distribution and AI-assisted tools are reducing many of the barriers that once stood between a writer and a reader.

I also think the role of the author will expand. Writers will increasingly have to think not only about the manuscript, but also about presentation, discoverability, reader engagement and building a long-term body of work.

At the same time, easier publishing will mean far more books competing for attention. So the real challenge in the future will not be how to publish a book, but how to make a book worth discovering and worth recommending.

For me, that is a healthy change. Technology can make publishing easier, but it cannot manufacture a genuine idea, a distinctive voice or a connection with the reader.

What genres do you write?: Contemporary Fiction, Satire, Business and Professional

What formats are your books in?: Both eBook and Print

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Your mother read you the tale of The Three Little Pigs.

The story she read to you was a lie.

Deep within an ancient forest, live the three Pigg brothers. Very different but very close. Arnold, the eldest, a battle-hardened former special forces warrior retired to his secluded, hand-built log cabin. Brother Harold, a brilliant scientist with strength to match his intellect who spends his days conducting sometimes dangerous experiments in his brick home and laboratory. Youngest bother Normanis an accomplished architect and fitness fanatic, proudly residing in the innovative straw-bale house of his own design.

Their peaceful existence is shattered when a brutal attack on Norman’s home, reveals the truth behind a legend older than memory. The creature known throughout fairy tales as the Big Bad Wolf is no ordinary predator. Nor is it singular. Hidden beneath the familiar story lies a dark secret of lost history, and werewolves.

They have a helluva lot to learn about Werewolves.

And Werewolves do not tolerate being thwarted.

Drawn to the fight astride her warhorse is Lady Angeline Chattaway, a fearless and devastatingly skilled werewolf hunter whose beauty is rivaled only by her determination. Armed with silver, steel, and a lifetime of vengeance, she’s willing to sacrifice everything to destroy the creatures that have haunted her life.

At the center of the growing nightmare stands their mother, Sophia, beloved baker of legendary cookies. Kind-hearted and fiercely protective, she seems to be nothing more than a sweet, devoted mother in need of rescue. But Mama Pigg harbors secrets buried deep in the forest’s forgotten history—secrets that could change everything the brothers believe about the werewolves stalking the night. An enemy unlike any nightmare they imagined.

Hidden within a towering fortress rules the Werewolf Queen, a ruthless predator whose power borders on the supernatural. Her howls can summon whirlwinds capable of tearing forests apart and flattening homes. Under her command gathers a savage pack driven by bloodlust and conquest.

As the full moon rises, the brothers uncover the terrifying truth behind the legend of the Big Bad Wolf. What began as a fairy tale has always been a warning. Now the brothers must rely on their strength, intelligence, and courage to survive a nightmare that has been disguised as a children’s tale for centuries. Arnold, Harold, Norman, and the deadly hunter at their side must launch a desperate assault against the werewolves’ castle fortress to rescue their mother, Sophia, before the pack descends upon the surrounding lands.

If they fail, every farm, village, and creature within reach of the forest will be slaughtered.

The Piggs are ready to fight.

The wolves are ready to feed.

And before the moon sets, only one bloodline will remain standing.

Don’t forget the cookies…

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PROLOG

Few among us who don’t know fairy tales. Or at least, we think we do. We’ve heard the stories. We’ve had books read to us on our mother’s laps since infancy. But under the stories we know, there’s more—so much more.

Chapter 1

“Damnit!” Inside his lab, Harold Pigg jerked his hand back from the beaker when a tiny explosive pop! snapped a hot liquid onto his hand, and a thin tendril of vaporous, greenish smoke rose quickly into the air. He paused, ruminating.
Outside, as dark as only an old forest can be at the peak of day, but welcoming as a womb of safe haven, great splashes of sunshine dropped down through the canopy, dappling the ground with gold. A fairy tale it is, idyllic and beautiful, with a breathtakingly hushed background. Though light is dim beneath the well-spaced trees, birds punctuate the soft curtain of silence, chirping happily in their branches. Deer stroll, bunnies bounce, skunks scamper, and other small animals scurry amongst the leaves. The day is waning.
Bambi could have stepped out of a thicket. It was that bucolic. That quiet. The murmur of the wood was but a whisper on a breeze.
The sounds of the small creatures’ rustlings are a gentle, nearly forgotten kind of forest music. The rich, earthy smell of the forest is heaven, a balm for the soul. Those fortunate enough to experience that deeply moving smell of the earth teasing their nostrils breathe deeply of the scent.
On the edge of a very broad clearing swathed in deep green grasses, their tips bending gracefully in the gentle breeze, there stands a tidy, sturdily built log cabin, a few wild violets, and some St. John’s Wort volunteers with bountiful blossoms beside its generous porch. Distance makes it appear small, but that’s just a trick of perception. Brown tone on brown tone, it embraces the swell of land on which it stands, a rustic tribute to its owner, Arnold Pigg, ex-military, ex-mercenary, one of the three startlingly good-looking, sandy-haired, and gold-hearted Pigg brothers.
Two other equally sturdy homes, one straw bale for the more flirtatious charmer of their number, the other brick for the science geek, hugged the edges of the sweeping multi-acre clearing in the midst of the old forest. A forest so old and medieval it seemed perfectly logical to assume trolls and fairies abounded where that forest gently closed in behind each house, leaving only the sun-dappled green sward open before them. Far enough apart for privacy, close enough for brotherly camaraderie, the houses stood. The clearing, multiple football fields in size and all three homes, each a perfect fit to the character of the individual brother who built it, is barely noticeable at its edges.
The brothers built close and lived hard. Each passionate about life and his pursuits, each strong, all bonded, one to the others. Different but loyal, having each other’s backs. The three Piggs were united as only a strong family could be. Raised by a mother strong-willed and loving after their father had been lost, she had set the bones of their relationships one to the other, from birth. Her pride in them all knew no bounds, and the depths of her love greater than the deepest ocean trench. The Pigg family was united like few others.
A low, thrumming rumble vibrated through the idyllic forest, softly at first, but growing. It’s deep groan loud and distinct, but only mildly threatening to the local wildlife. Their heads come up abruptly, deer, skunk and rabbit, ears pricked and rotating with the look of furry radar dishes. Rabbits and skunks shift and freeze in position, eyes wide, jaws working, ears attuned.
A doe, jaws moving in contemplative chewing of the delicate stems of moist grass, stood in the clearing’s bright sunshine and stared alert and wide-eyed into the distance. After a moment, she turned her head to focus on the sprawling, also sturdy, brick house with an equally sturdy workshop adjacent, tucked back into the trees an airfield distance away from where she stood. As the rumble subsided, the sounds of the forest returned one after the other: birdsong, a cricket chirp, a bee humming in search of flowers, and settled. The delicate doe resumed her grazing even before the other small critters around her resumed their foraging. The return of peace was like a quiet sigh. A few birds chirped and sang to signal the return of peace.
That gentle calm shuddered softly, destined to last only moments, before a second, low rumble emanated from the direction of the brick house. Specifically, the brick workshop abutting it. The movement of the earth vibrated the ground in a trembling jitter and set the birds shifting in the treetops. Wings fluttered, muted chirps of alarm filled the sun-kissed air amongst the branches. There heaved a new, subtle shudder through the ground, though the sun shone no less brightly overhead. Dust motes filtered between the tree branches and showered small birds with what looked like golden dust. In an instant of precognition common to the wild things of nature, birds fluttered their wings and took to the air in a rush, new cries of alarm rising from their throats.
In the same stilled moment in time, the deer danced, tiny hooves en pointe upon the trembling earth, then crouched back on muscular haunches and bounded away. Rabbits bounced in uncertain patterns and skunks, tails raised, raced for shelter as a new, growling rumble rose like the grumble of the troll beneath the bridge just before…
The third explosion, much more powerful than the first two, pounded the ears and heaved the ground, hurling the few birds still in the treetops into panicked flight. Golden dust shed from their wings in a shimmer as they took to the air ahead of the black plume of smoke that belched, then swirled high into the sky from the brick workshop. The heavy, particle-laden smoke curled like black and gritty fingers up through the branches and into the treetops and beyond as it pumped through the brick workshop’s ventilation system and blasted out windows to a beat all its own. The passing breeze caught it and swirled the boiling cloud of smoke ever higher into the sky.
Staggering and coughing hard enough to retch, Harold Pigg, clad in a button-down shirt, jeans, and a heavy canvas lab apron, reeled out through the brick workshop’s door. He stumbled away from the squat building to gracefully collapse in the grass gasping and wheezing. His black-streaked face went red with the revolt of his heaving lungs. Tears flooded his eyes. More black smoke belched thick and acrid overhead while Harold half rolled and buried his face in the sweet-smelling meadow grasses. He sucked deep breaths using the grasses as a filter to calm his hitching lungs while a few wild red poppies ducked and bobbed before his eyes.
“Shit,” Harold said, nearly spat the word with feeling into the grass, “Just needed another thirty seconds!” The words were raw and clipped with his inability currently to draw a decent breath. “Shit, shit, shit,” his passion knew no bounds. He thumped the earth with a fist. A ladybug flew to land on his nose. His eyes nearly crossed in his reflexive attempt to see her better.
Battered and disheveled, he sucked in another ragged breath through slender grass stems, coughed like a man about to die, then rolled over in the grass now onto his back to stare up at the azure sky beyond the treetops with eyes that matched the color. Sandy colored hair was plastered across his eyes and in his eyes. Soot streaked his face and dusted that golden hair with grayish streaks. The ladybug was still there.
“Sorry,” Harold muttered to the little black-dotted, orange-winged bug and frantic birds flying high overhead wheeling and squawking as well as to his general surroundings.
Inventor by calling and curious by nature, it wasn’t the first time Harold had brought things together that ended in a bang and a choking cloud or flying debris or both. It was indeed part of the reason his home and workshop were built of brick. A couple of small windows may be casualties, but it wasn’t often he worked on something that could bring a brick building down. Not often, but well, sometimes…and at least not this time.
Harold found he could breathe a bit better, so he gathered himself and heaved up onto his knees, then to his feet, but remained bent over, hands braced on his knees and coughed some more. This time with less gagging gusto. His already much reddened, normally ruddy face, turned even redder with the effort. Shaking his head in an attempt to induce some clarity, he tried to stagger a few feet, found he could, and altered course to return to his workshop. As if it just occurred to him, he belatedly and gently brushed the little ladybug from his face.
“Damn,” Harold muttered in a choked gasp, “I mean damn!”
His mother’s oft-repeated admonition to stand up straight rolling over his search for more serious expletives in his mind, he tried to straighten some more and continued his reel to get back to his workshop and assess the damage.
Far across the clearing, Norman, one of Harold’s two brothers, the youngest in fact, threw the door open on the chaos of design straw bale house he’d created and ran outside only half dressed. Shirtless, his ripped physique and party-boy good looks were on full display for any deer, mouse, skunk, or bear who cared to look. A shame there was no one, or even an animal friend there to see it. Plainly irate, he leaned on the elegant wood porch railing and bellowed in his brother’s direction, fist pounding the railing in unknowing sympathy with the fist pounding his brother had already done in the grass.
“You damn well better not have started a fire in this forest, Harold!” Drawing a deep breath, the sort of which Harold at that moment could only wish he was capable, Norman bellowed again. “I mean it, Harold! Shit hell, Fred, what are you playing at now?”
Who knew? Harold wasn’t in the habit of giving his brothers updates on what he was working on. It usually ended up being a surprise to them all, whether mellow or explosive. While Norman loved his brother and would be the first on the scene with a fire extinguisher, there were times when he just flat out wanted to punch him out for the risks he was willing to take, and frequently did take, in the name of science.
“I’m fine. It’s fine…everything’s fine…” Harold’s voice drifted faintly back over the distance. Sounds carried well across their clearing.
Norman squeezed his porch banister in frustration hard enough to leave dents in the wood. He ground his teeth and muttered, “Yeah, fine, just fine,” but kept his attention focused on his brother’s place, watching the smoke dissipate, still focused on the possibility of flames.
At another point to the southeast, far across that clearing, at a much more sedate pace, the front door of the sturdy, clean-lined, log cabin swung open, and Arnold, Harold’s older, militaristic brother, strolled out onto the porch armed to the teeth. Shotgun in hand, very large knife strapped at his hip, and dressed in fatigues, his sun-streaked blonde hair was shaggy and rumpled. His heavy boots thumped on the solid wood decking of his front porch, and he tossed a careless midnight-blue-eyed glance in the direction of his younger brother’s brick house. The place was partly obscured by thick, black smoke still pouring from Harold’s workshop, curling around it and reaching for the sky like something a dragon would have belched out.
Shaking his head, Arnold smiled broadly, then chuckled. “Damn, Harold, I’ve got to get me some of that!” A sudden breeze kicked up tousling his over-the-ear long hair further.
While Arnold did appreciate his younger brother Harold’s experiments, he also shared his youngest brother’s fire concerns. Sauntering a few more steps down his porch steps in the direction of Harold’s brick house, Arnold flipped his shotgun up so the barrel lay over his shoulder, pointing at the sky, and stared across the distance separating them, assessing the bilious smoke that spiraled skyward. He could see the tiny, distant figure of his brother careening back toward the workshop, so it didn’t stand to reason anything serious was on fire. Harold did have an emergency alarm he could activate, as did they all, but it was quiet. Arnold heard his brother Norman’s frustrated bellow and Harold’s faint, indistinct reply. Sound carried well across their meadow, he reflected.
Okay, then, all was well. Nothing out of the usual. Arnold swung the shotgun down and went back into the cabin, closing the heavy hand-hewn plank door behind him with a solid thunk.

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